Ah, I love my life...I love my walks...I love my neighborhood and all my fabulous neighbors. Here I am pictured with Ge Silva, who co-owns Flor de Lis in Potrero Hill together with John Fazio. Two very dear friends of mine who never fail to lavish me with treats and love when we stop by. Of course, I deserve it. Look how gorgeous I am!
After an especially exhaustive outdoor play session, it is most restive and hygienic to provide sunlight and aeration to one's doggie body. Combining a snooze in the sun while aerating is efficient as well as therapeutic. 
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.
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.
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.
Anger, denial, bargaining, depression, acceptance.
