Maintaining My Cool

I don't know how the weather is where you live, but in the San Francisco Bay Area, it's in the 90s. Too cool me off, Dad offered
me a refreshing (and down-right delicious) Frosty Paws ice cream. I couldn't resist!


Consuming Frosty Paws is serious business...

Summer of Smiley

If you're a Seinfeld fan, you're probably familiar with the "Summer of George," George's fantasy about lying around in shorts munching on a huge block of cheese. My fantasy may not be quite that good, but I am having a terrific summer. To begin with, my cousin Kelsey is staying with us while doing an internship in San Francisco. My buddies Mack, Ryan, Kylie, Michael, and Darren have also stayed with us for short periods. All this activity and we're just mid-way through the summer. It's all that this 8 1/2-year-old Lab can handle... Not!!!

A Birthday Wish

To Mom who slips me tasty treats, takes me out for long walks, and rubs my tummy: I wish you a very happy birthday!!!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed your card!!! I chose the card and Dad helped me sign it...

Love,
Smiling Shadow

The French Disconnection

My Mom and Dad just returned from a wonderful vacation in France, the country where dogs rule. Canines of all sizes are welcome in department stores, pastry shops, vegetable stands, restaurants -- just about everywhere. Why they didn't take me I'll never quite understand. After all, I'm a perfect gentleman and I bark in French -- wee wee!

The morning after

It's an oatmeal morning. Yesterday evening, I munched on the stack of firewood -- in a big way -- and paid for it later on. In the middle of the night, I got so sick I thought I was going to barf up a lung. Fortunately, my Dad had the oatmeal ready to settle my rumbling stomach.

The right priorities

On April, 24, my Mom and Dad traveled to Monterey to do a 10.6 mile walk, an event at the Big Sur Marathon. Later that afternoon, they noodled around in Carmel. At the end of the day, they realized they spent a measley eight bucks on themselves and about forty dollars on stuff for me. I'm glad they've got their priorities straight!

The silence of the Lab

Labs are very oral creatures -- a trait I've taken to the extreme. If given the chance, I'll munch on tanbark, rocks, the wood pile, just about anything I can get my teeth into. Then, the barfing starts. (I try to do that outside the house...) To avoid this charade, sometimes Dad sends me outside to "go potty" (another wierd human term) fully equipped with protective body armor.


My impression of Hannibal Lecter