I was being very bad today. Daddy was moving some statues outside the driveway and I was sitting a couple of feet away until Daddy turned away and I somehow untied myself out of my leash and ran after a couple walking around the block. I ran at full force, stopped in front of them and growled.....the man wasn't scared and started to bend down to pet me but I surprised him when I barked my big dog bark, the lady jumped back a little and was a bit frightened. I kept barking at the couple while Daddy tried to explain to them that I wasn't going to bite and that I was just being protective. I really was trying to be protective, now the couple isn't too fond of me.

Mommy and Daddy was not impressed with me. They are talking about taking me to obedience class so I can learn how to be less protective (aka barking, growling) and more friendly with the neighbors. I just can't help it, when I sense an unusual scent, I get curious and a bit too yappy.

Mommy says I should be a gaurd dog , not a lap dog since I sit in front of the window everyday and bark at anyone or anything that moves by the window. I'm all bark, no bite...honest!

Mommy and Daddy is finally getting hitched! Look at this magazine...hint hint.

This is me after Mommy and Daddy's Christmas party....I was exhausted.

Can you find me in the dim family room with nothing lit except the Christmas tree? 

Don't tell Mommy but I hate this Santa get up. I only wear it to please her and for the yummy Milk Bones, she really thinks I enjoy dressing in this itchy thing. Woof Woof.  

My Santa suit fits me perfectly.  

Awww, can I have that biscuit already?

What is it with me and this rope? I like to play tug. When I want attention, I bring the rope to Mommy or Daddy and whine with it in my mouth until they play a game of tug with me. 

Is that really snow out there????  

Tug o' war face. 

Up close and personal.

Mommy is not too happy with me today. Well, she left the closet door open didn't she? She should've known better than to do that. I love chewing on any type of heels, except for the thick chunky ones. I had to pick Mommy's two favourite pumps in her whole closet to gnaw on. I got in big trouble...not even my sad puppy dog eyes helped....uh oh...does this mean no after dinner treats? 

This is so cute....check it out.

http://www.gatrill.com/christmas.html

Reading InStyle with auntie Linda....ohhh, mommy uses that shampoo! 

My chewed up toys that I can't touch anymore. Shrek's eyes and ears are ripped open, pug stuffed animal has half decapitated arm, a frisbee chewed raw.