Mine, mine, MINE

I'm really beginning to wonder just how long it will take for my cousin Salty to realize that all toys, food, beds and people at both his and my house are mine. I had this crafty idea yesterday when we were over visting my Grandma's house to pee on his stuff, so he'd know for sure-but Mom gave me the stink-eye. Then later, when he was eyeing the cookies Mom was making, I growled at him good and puffed my chest out. No good, he still hung around. Later on, when there was no good food left to guard, I took all his toys and put them in a big pile near ME so he could see they had become MINE. He still tried to get one, so I showed off my chompers as a warning. When is this guy gonna catch on?! Everyone else knows whatever I come upon is mine, right?!

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).