Daddy said he wanted a picture with me but I'm not falling for that. When Daddy picks me up, it means bath time.....but luckily for me, Daddy did only want a picture with me.

Here's another pose of me in my hockey jersey for your viewing pleasure. 

You can't toilet train a dog! 

It wasn't me! I swear! It was the spoon's fault. The spoon was full of vanilla ice cream and tipped into my mouth! 

We had a big storm last night. I was very scared and hid under the table when the electricity went out. The only two things in the world I don't like are baths and storms. 

Snort Snort. 

I wanted to sniff what Mommy was putting into these jars. It was yogurt covered peanuts....if only I had opposable thumbs. Mommy is making these for favors for Auntie Linda's bridal shower. 

Mommy wants everyone to know that we enjoy reading all the comments posted. Keep them coming!

I'm in the terror room where the humans torture me with water and doggie shampoo.  

I hate baths. 

I just got home from a walk and it started to rain. So now I'm drying myself off on grandpa's leather sofa....they hate it when I do that but I look too cute rolling around on the sofa.

Hockey is officially back! Daddy is super duper excited and so am I! ARF ARF! 

Sniffing out Mommy's new pink dices she's been looking forever for. She found them at our local Casino gift shop. 

Mommy and Daddy tried teaching me to fetch their slippers when they come home from work but instead, I fetch them this ball and end up keeping it to myself. 

My favourite toy. 

My ball and only my ball. 

Mommy took too long to update my site so I fell asleep by her side while she was on her laptop.

Shhhh, I'm sleeping. Mommy doesn't know why I sleep on my back but this is the most comfortable position for me when I'm on my bed...er, I mean Mommy's bed.

I have a new friend. He's a 2 month pomeranian who likes to bark at me. His name is Bernie.

Bernie likes to get friendly with me. I have no time for his puppy games. I'm more mature and calm (most of the time) so I let him do whatever he wants.

And pushing me around, although everytime he tries to, he just knockes himself down because I'm so solid and he's all fur...arf arf!

Like sniffing me.

And humping me. He's lucky I'm a patient dog, but I like my new friend. I can teach him a few tricks.

Labour Day weekend is here! That means bbq time! And bbq time means extra cute expressions for a piece of bbq meat!

I love strawberries!