I Sit Manly

Mama is always trying to teach me new things and her latest is something called "sit pretty."

*looks around*

I don't know about you, but sitting pretty is not something I'm very excited about. Oh, I lift my front feet off the ground and sit straight up for her -- I DO get a treat yanno -- but I don't like it.

Like just now. She told me to sit pretty and dangled a four-inch piece of jerky in front of my nose. What was I supposed to do? I sat back, waggled my feet at her and cocked my head and she went crazy.

Cra-zee.

That woman is weird.

She Totally Tricked Me

This is my fox. He rocks. Well actually he squeaks. On BOTH ENDS!


I've been doing my best to avoid pictures lately but mama totally tricked me for this one. She said she was just taking a picture of the fox, but when she put him on the couch I couldn't just leave him sitting there all by himself!

My Very Own Cake!

So THIS is what you were all talking about!



The cake tasted like peanut butter and carrots and I think there was some yogurt on top. Before that mama gave me this long skinny squirrel that squeaks on its tail AND head. It's so fun but I keep tripping on it.

I think there's some cake leftover, but I think I'm gonna ask for some milk to go with it.

It's my Birthday!

I'm one year old!

*howls*

*runs in circles*

*bites random pantleg*

But, uhh... what exactly does that mean? Mama came home with lots of goodies but she won't let me have them until "after work." Whatever.

She also tried to take a nice picture of me but I wasn't in the mood, so she said I should show you what I looked like when I first came home.

Wasn't I cute?



Apparently she's gonna take more pictures tonight, so I guess you'll get to see those soon.

This is How I Bond

We're just plotting how to keep mama from EVER leaving again.

*sniff*

This is my mama.


Do you know her? I know it looks like she's squishing me in this picture, but really it's just how we cuddle.

Anyways, she's gone again and I really don't know what to do. I held on to her pantlegs as hard as I could but she's bigger than me and made me stop.

*pouts*

I really wish she would come back.

Birthed, Ay?

Mama says I have a birthday coming up and that there will be something called CAKE.

*thinks for a minute*

I wonder if this will be anything like the stuff grampa gave me on accident a couple months ago. I really liked that.

So whaddaya know about birthdays?