Nothing like resting on a comfy bag at the park. Pure relaxation.
Four years ago I was brought into this world at a shelter in Arkansas. A few months later I was on my way to my forever home in NYC. So, what shall I do on this most joyous of days?
Take my paw as we go on this journey together.
Should I be on the lookout for mischief and squirrels?
Should I hypnotize people by making them stare into my glorious eyeballs? You are getting sleepy…sleepy…
Should I frolic with other dogs at the park? (This would have been better had the predicted snow storm hit. Stupid weather jerks. Now I can’t even wear my fashionable snowsuit to the park today.)
Should I just cuddle up and rest my nose on a bone pillow?
Will my mommy give me a shoulder ride?
I know, I’ll take a nice long nap by the window then do all of those things! Plus, maybe I’ll clean that window. (I wish we could. Seriously, our landlords need to get us windows that don’t trap dirt and condensation between the panes. Not that I don’t like dirt. In fact, it’s my favorite stuff to play in!)
No matter what I do I promise to keep kissing my mommy and daddy and friends all the time and keep smiling because my life has been the best ever. Happy B-day to me!!!
Cheer up, lil’ pug. We’ve all been there. Those fox dogs can be bullies. (Big licks go to Liz for finding this photo!)
Dance time! (Courtesy of Bagel’s loving parents.)
Hi peeps. Long time no post. Here’s one for the ages. The Guy Who Feeds Me Treats And Stuff (aka: Daddy) took me up to Central Park the other day to hang with the most glorious puppy ever.
That’s me, in case you forgot, sporting my Dances With Puppies winter coat.
And this lovely girl is Bagel! She’s a regal and super cuddly pup hailing from the Upper West Side. (Yep, she’s an uptown girl.)
We went on a long walk thru the park, side by side, gossiping the whole time. “You like ripping up Kleenex too? That’s like my favorite thing ever! We’re like sisters!”
I may be a princess, but I don’t live in a castle. They’re too drafty. Moving on…
Here’s the Treat Guy posing with me. He doesn’t get on camera often and when he does he always looks like he’s auditioning for an off-Broadway show about the Unabomber. Come on, Dad. It wasn’t that cold.
Now it’s time for a song…
“Every puppy look to the left…”
“Every puppy look to the right…”
“Can ya feel that? Yeah…”
“WE’RE PLAYING WITH PUPPIES TONIGHT!”
“It’s all about the puppies, puppies, puppies…”
“We just wanna make the world dance, forget about the dog tags…”
(Thanks Jessie J for the inspiration!)
“Umm, Daddy,” thought Bagel. “Hands off the merchandise! I’m totally in the middle of owning this rowdy dog.”
Bagel and I played on the couch for a while and it was so much fun. I love hanging with new girlfriends, especially ones as sweet as her.
I gave her a goodbye smooch/jowl nip and I was on my way. Hope to see you again cutie!
I’ll never let go, Biggie! (That’s this hunk’s name, for realz!)
Come on, Ma. Those Black Friday deals don’t last forever!
Turkey ready yet? Come get me when it is. Happy Thanksgiving!
The basket of shame. We’ve all been there, sister.