Hello! It’s me. A kaleidoscope of cute.

That’s what my friend Robin did for me. It’s downright psychedelic, don’t you think?

Last week, Mom and Dad took me to the vet (again). More shots. My vet did a great job, a truly great job. No screaming this time. And I didn’t make a noise either. Though I learned that I have glands surrounding my hind quarters, and those glands can be pressed in a way that yield an outcome I’d rather not talk about.

So after another veterinary experience, Mom decided that I needed to burn off some excess energy. Mom instructed Dad to drive me to … wait for it … wait for it … THE DOG PARK!!

Alright, I’m going to share something with you … I’m going to share an illustration of raw athleticism that may never be paralleled again. Watch the video below (and if you are reading via email, visit my site – click here – to watch the video).

I mean, are you kidding me? When is the last time you, the loyal reader, clean-and-jerked a Michelin P195/60R15 with your bare teeth and then toted the ponderous radial to a nearby repository?

Speaking of tender family moments, here’s a snap of my Dad (left), my brother (center), and my Mom (right).

I can’t believe how big my brother is! Crazytown, don’t you think?

I must say, my brother has lighter fur than I. Life is like a box of chocolates.

Today, Dad and I enjoyed the abnormally warm, sunny, El-Nino infused conditions by taking a long walk. Nearly a mile, if I may be so bold. These are good times to be a sixteen-week old youngster! Or a Denver Broncos fan.