Pork fat rules!

My Dad and Mom hosted a barbecue this weekend for about 20 friends and relatives. For the party, I was up at 5:30 a.m., helping my Dad smoke a Boston pork butt. You see, I'm the official food taster. Fourteen hours later, it was scrumptious. When it comes to pork, I'm with Emeril: "pork fat rules!"

The blueberry champ

With the Olympics upon us, my Mom thought I should enter the blueberry retrieval competition. On the right I can be seen snagging a couple of "blues" tossed into the air. Move aside Michael Phelps, I'm going for the gold! Or should I say blues?

Teasing just for the fun of it

I get a charge from teasing my Dad. While he was in the shower this morning, I slipped into the bathroom and slithered out with his shower mat. I thought that was cute. He wasn't amused...

Birthday #8

On August 2, I celebrated my eighth birthday. Imagine that... My Mom and Dad bought me a personalized cookie and some cool gifts. More stuff to add to my mountain of toys!