Playing the Flute

Per Dad's request, a video with Mom's voice in it. It's lame though.

I miss my snuggle monkey

Mom is not nearly as fun to cuddle with. Until Dad returns, I have only memories of this:

Uncle Andrew's visit

Mom's brother was passing through Indianapolis on Sunday. Even though he's a cat person, I think I impressed him. Doesn't he look especially thrilled at the attention I'm giving him?:


There you go, Andrew, just relax. I won't bite.

I may look like an angel...

...but I'm actually being a little hellion on stumps for Mom. (Remember, she's a feeble-minded Inferior Pack Member to Dad's Alpha Dog.) I barked my head off when she left me for a few hours tonight. (Sorry, Jeremy. -Chloe's Mom) I let Toffee have it when we were playing instead of my usual quiet grunts. I jumped into Mom's vegetable delivery bin and tried to eat the tips off her asparagus, which is the only part she likes. (Ha!)

Don't let this face fool you:

Fun with Brynja and R'an's parents

Inspector Dachshund

Haven't you heard belted trenches are in for spring? Mom has:

Drinks on the balcony

Dad's latest kick is mixing old school cocktails. They smell great, but I haven't got to try them yet. Maybe when they are not looking.



Ooh, that's tart!

More posts from today!

Nice day for a walk!

I got a new blue Puppia and it looks pretty hot on me.

During our walk we stopped at Starbucks. Here's Dad and me looking serious.
Me on Mom's lap.

I met a little kid that wanted to pet me. That was kind of cool.

Hanging out in the sun