Those Vehicles Are Everywhere!

Hello!! It’s me.


These are odd times … temperatures around 65-72 every day. Mom and Dad like to spend time in their spa. I’m left to spend time watching them.


Sometimes you just want to do something … anything. So when Mom asked me to go to a quilt show with her, I’m like, “I’m in!!”

Mom was busy quilting, so Dad and I decided to survey the grounds … check out the pups, if you catch my drift.


And then, just then, I see one of “those vehicles”.


Those vehicles contain one of two things …

  1. Packages for Mom.
  2. Treats for Me!!

If “Treats for Me” is an option, one must pursue the dream, #amirite?

I asked Dad … can I pursue the dream?



The answer?



Unfortunately, the building entrance closed just after the FedEx delivery employee entered the building. This seems to happen a lot to me.


So I waited … and waited … and then, just when I was about to give up on the dream, he reappeared.


… but alas … no treat.


So I’ll wait until next time … eventually the right employee will exit the truck with the right treat … for me! After all, those vehicles are everywhere.

Speaking Of Non-Threats

Hello! It’s me again!


That’s what happened after somebody yelled outside and neighborhood dogs started barking … I decided to MONITOR the situation.

Meanwhile, my full-on sister (Autumn … cream-colored litter mate on the left) and Amelia (half-sister) recently earned honors at the International Show. I’m eating carrots and peas like some kind of fool and they’re garnering real recognition.


That’s A Threat!

Hello! It’s me!


One minute you’re just sitting there on a glorious January afternoon, and the next minute, this happens.


Allow me to remind those of you in the studio audience that there are four kinds of threats.

  1. Real.
  2. Perceived.
  3. Rusted Metals.
  4. Chupacabra.

Do you see the threat in the image above? I see it. Look at the yellow arrow.


That’s a Chupacabra, #amirite?


Ok, it’s a perceived threat. Still a threat, nonetheless. You never know when that water bottle will be¬†hurtled though space in your general direction. And I’ll make darn sure this specific situation resolves itself of its own volition before moving forward.

He’s Back!

Hello. It’s me!!


Daddy was gone on a “business trip” for a few days, and the look on my face tells one and all that I was skeptical the whole thing was “business”, #amirite?


Yeah … some “business” trip.

You’d think Dad would have brought me something interesting from the Philadelphia Airport Gift Shop … instead it’s an increase in the vegetable component of my diet.


Regardless, I overcame the adversity and really “wedged-in” with Dad on the couch this afternoon.


New Year, Same Challenges

Hello. It’s me!!


You’d think if Dad were going to take a picture of me he would have the common courtesy to not cut off my hind quarters, #amirite?

It’s a new year, 2019 or so I am told. But it’s all about the same old challenges.

First off, I’m not getting enough food, food like this (from Christmas Eve):


And worse, the threats are real, and they are plentiful. This little dude has inflamed taste buds covering his entire body.


And I have no idea whatsoever what’s going on here.


Dad removed our outdoor Christmas decorations. Turns out it take a few extension cords to run the operation.


Temperatures are improving … we finally got into the 60s today, which allowed us to reinstate a time-honored tradition … the golf cart ride.


May your new year be threat-free,  filled with duck jerky and crunchables.




Know Your Options

Hello. It’s me.


Yes, I’m corked off.

Here’s the 411. Dad unilaterally decides that today is BATH DAY. Have you ever been put through one of these experience? You’re dumped into a tub of tepid water while Dad applies a disgusting mix of soap and fragrance to your fur. When the experience ends (and it’s a horribly long, virtually endless 300 seconds, #amirite?), Dad goes through the motions, drying the moisture on my fur by about 25%.

During a bath, I try to go to a special, private place way, WAY back in the recesses of my Beautiful Mind. It was there, in the recesses of my Beautiful Mind that I realized that I had options.

Option #1: Obediently leave the tub area and wait for the evaporative magic of the desert to dry me into a cleansed state.

Option #2: Remember that construction workers removed a support beam out of the back yard and replaced the travertine with sand … sand that will be replaced by travertine tomorrow.


I selected option #2.

Within 30 seconds of the end of my bath, I coated my entire body in a grainy melange of sand and dirt … materials that adhere to moist fur, if I may be so bold.

It’s so important that you know all of your options.

I only pre-thought one of my options, and that option came with consequences.

Dad introduced a new option to me … an option called the “Bonus Bath”. All of the delightful grains of sand were removed from my previously soapy fur.


This left me with few options.