Modeling My New Vest (for Jane)

JK has lots of friends whose names begin with the "J" sound. One of her J friends is named Judi, and Judi's daughter's name is Jane. And Judi told JK that Jane would like to see a picture of me in my winter vest, and since I do look quite handsome in my vest, I agreed to take a picture for the blog.

JK says that this vest makes me look like a caterpillar, and then Mr. Wolf said "No! A dogerpillar!" and they laughed. Sometimes my people are kind of embarrassing.

It has already gotten pretty cold here, so I thought that the dreaded winter coat would come out of the box soon, but JK says that I will not need the winter coat this year because we are all going to move together someplace warm called North Carolina. I hear that there are no sidewalks there, though, so I'm not sure how I will like it. Do you think people will leave burritos and cake and lasagna on the ground in our new neighborhood like they do in Rogers Park?

If they do, I will tell you about it on the blog. And if they don't, then I'll put our new address on the blog so you can send me some sidewalk food. I might starve to death without it.

Gingerbread Medicine

Mr. Wolf isn't feeling well. He has been sitting on the couch, relaxing and drinking tea. And I have been sitting with him, relaxing but not drinking tea. I nestle into his knees and keep one eye open in case any tasty food appears.

What? JK sat down with a cookie?? Right next to MEEEE?

I see you are eating a cookie. And it does not have chocolate on it!

JK brought a cookie to Mr. Wolf too, to make him feel better and they each gave me a nibble:

Hoooray!

Yum! That was a delicious gingery cookie!

Food: Gingerbread Cookie

Rating: 3 out of 5 Cheesy Treats

Highlights: Crunchy, tasty, nice and spicy. Bonus points for lots of crumbs to eat off of the couch.

Problems: The samples only came in tiny nibble sizes, no cheese, not very sweet.

Me and Boyd

See that silly looking tangle of brown fur next to me on the pillow? That is Boyd. He is my new soft friend. He is supposed to look like an ostrich or something, so JK and Mr. Wolf called him "Bird" for a while. But since everything in our house eventually gets a silly name, they started calling him Boyd instead.

I love Boyd. I love to tear his eyes off of his head, I love to thrash him around in my mouth, I love to bite and bite and bite his stomach and make him make the SQUEAK! sound. But I will never do those things when JK has her camera out. I will only sit nicely next to him and try to look shy. JK knows that as soon as she puts her camera away, I will go back to trying to violently tear him to shreds.

I'm A Work of Art

Remind you of anyone you know??

Mr. Wolf went out with some of his friends tonight, so JK sat on the couch with a bag of fabric and stitched this silly picture of me.

Like it?

What's Black and White and Pup All Over?

Me! In the fresh-from-the-dryer white laundry!

I am a CITY DOG

Mr. Wolf and JK decided to take me to a very big park with tall tall grass, a few trees, and lots of birds and animals. They were very excited to take me to this big park, and I think that people really like these kinds of places.

But I do not.

Big parks with wide paths and tall grass do not make me happy. I want to see cars! I want to walk on nice, hard sidewalks. I want just enough grass to have a comfortable place to do my, ahem, "outside business".

The big park had strange plants that look like this:

See all those strange fluffy bits? They were flying around in the air. They looked like bugs. I did not like them. I was trying to show JK and Mr. Wolf that I was not having a good time at the prairie park, but they did not take the hint.

Mr. Wolf took off my leash for a moment, I'm not sure why, and I RAN as fast as I could back to the car. This scared JK and Mr. Wolf very much. They yelled after me and tried to run up to me, and yelled for people to help catch me. A large man with a nice, kind face scooped me up just before I got back to the car. JK was almost crying. That made me sad. I didn't mean to scare her, but I didn't like to walk in the prairie park. I wanted to go home.

But JK and Mr. Wolf did not want to go home, because we had driven a long way to go to the park. And JK was prepared with the Pup Bag, so she scooped me up and put me into the sac. 

I would still have rather been at home, but at least this was better than having to walk around and smell all the smells and be unhappy about all that nature and grass. I am a city dog. I think JK and Mr. Wolf get that now.

My Favorite Nook

When JK gets up in the morning, Mr. Wolf and I rearrange so that I can snuggle into that nook he makes with his legs and the blanket. It is my favorite place.