I'm stealthy

As my loyal followers (Hi Renee) may notice, I've taken a short hiatus from my blog. What can I say-a happenin' guy like me has livin' to do! In any case, I've been spending a good deal of my time lately mastering the art of stealth. Case in point-check out this most excellent prize I stole from a little midget (who I suspect was a cleverly disguised ninja) just yesterday--

Balls are for eating

Hey Dawgs-did you know that balls are good for eating? It's true! All the time I've been chasing these darn things and bringing them back when I could have been eating them! That yellow one over there was a little earthy for my pallet but this shiny red one was sweet and juicy. Who knew!

He works hard for the kibble

They say nothing is free, but I figured that, in all my splendor and cuteness, I was immune. It seems I was wrong!

Parade Charade

This weekend Mom & Dad took me to what they claimed was a "Rod Run" in Long Beach. All these old dudes in old cars lined up along the road and drove back and forth while people clapped and shouted at them. Even though Dad has a new car, he hopped in with the conga line and we drove down the street too. But people didn't look at his car. They looked at me instead. They started yelling "Awe, look at that frenchie!" and "hey, that's a good lookin' dog." Before I knew it, the whole deal turned in to a Pup Parade, with people clamoring to see ME and cheering for ME. It seems my celebrity is contageous and now reaches all the way to the ocean and back!

Jeez Louise-SO sensitive

Apparently word got out about my blog posting from Wednesday, about my brother Boo. Seems he got his feelers real hurt and his stubby nose out of joint about the whole thing and so now he won't play with me, won't share his bones with me and generally gives me the stink-eye 24/7.
Mom said I needed to appeal to his "sensitive side" (whatever that means!) and then, just when I was making my very incognito apology, she snapped this pic. How emberassing!

The most annoying frenchie I know

Paws down, without a doubt, my little brother Boo is the most annoying frenchie I know. Whenever I have a cool toy, he wants it. Whenever he has a toy, it is cool and I must have it. Yet he won't give it to me!

Whenever I do anything excellent, Boo is trying to copy me. SO ANNOYING.

Sometimes I just have to take him down, WWF (Wacked out, Wild Frenchie) Style!

(picture, case in point).

The grass is ALWAYS greener

Yesterday we went blackberry picking. Mom and Dad said all the best berries were on the highest branches, where they couldn't reach. Those berries looked the same as all the others to me. Why would anyone want to get stuck with all those nasty thorns, just to get a ruddy berry anyway?
When we got home, Mom said we were so good that we could chew on bones for a while (good thing she didn't see me eat that mystery goo while they were picking). She SAID the bone she gave me was the best but as I watched my brother and sister chaw away on their bones, I could tell they'd been given far superior stock, while my good-for-nothing bone was practically miniscule. Man, why do I always get the short end of the stick (err...bone)!?!