Gracie's Lament

He gets this giant pile of toys and all Cooper I get is a cardboard box. Whoop de do. How is that fair? I'm going to wait till he falls asleep and suck the breath out of him.

Ode to a Ball

Was there ever a toy more perfect, more precious? Where do I begin to extol the virtues of my little yellow ball...it emits a charming melodious squeak when it thuds to the floor. It has the most delightful wonderful nubby texture and dog spit flavor, and is easily squished for efficient retrieval when it naughtily rolls under furniture. It's clever lightweight collapsible rubbery construction makes it easy to trot it up and down stairs and I can run like the wind through the house with it in my mouth. You must allow a few wayward squeaks before I return it to you, my tireless ball throwing friends. It is ever so much fun to smoosh it in my teeth and the little cheeps are a constant source of amusement. Now, a final word. You needn't bother to try to engage me with the multitude of decoy balls around the house, you know what I'm talking about... my little yellow ball is my be all end ball.

Sleeping Postion #7

All paws on deck...that's right! What, with all those tornadoes ripping through the midwest, and earthquakes all over the darn place, a doggie can never be too careful. So I say, prop while you sleep, it only makes sense.

Dakota (aka Julie McCoy)

Anger, denial, bargaining, depression, acceptance.
I am going to stand right here until you completely disappear from view, my little schatzi playmate.



But you can be sure I will delight in the lingering taste of your doggie delectable chocolate throat for the rest of the evening...

Snookie-Girl

Snookie. That chick really digs me...even my pork-buffalo-broccoli breath. Oh yeah, right back at ya Snooks. I'll come by your P-Hill Drycleaner crib anytime...uh huh.

Pee Art

Here's what you get when you walk and mark at the same time...this nice spiral pattern.


Then you sniff it goodbye and move on.