Acorns! I love them.
- Date: last summer
- Location: the backyard
- I’m feeling: victorious
Why am I so proud? Because I found an acorn. AN ACORN! I love acorns. So if you’ll notice that bulge in my cheek, well that’s my prized acorn (which I will proceed to crack open and chew and spit out for at least an hour). Good times. Life’s good when you’re me.
So Small
- Date: a few months after I was born
- Location: the old kitchen (before the reno)
- I’m feeling: small but mighty
Look how little I was! My parents adopted me when I was just two pounds, and now that I’m a beefy eight pounder it puts my original size into perspective. I was so small! I practically tower over my food bowl now…
Wanna Join Me?
- Date: a few months back
- Location: at a friend’s house
- I’m feeling: frisky
Come lay next to me and cuddle my brains out. Nothing x-rated or anything, just a little snuggle time before we get up and face the day. Mmm, that’s what I call getting up on the right side of the bed. So cozy…
Where My Dogs At?
Apparently some are verrrry far away from home. Let’s save these pooches and get them back on US soil! Ashley gave me the heads up about this initiative and I had to roll up my sleeves (figuratively speaking, you know I refuse to wear clothes) and get involved.
Here’s the link with lots of cute dog pictures and all the facts you need to be a bone-a-fide hero around Hamburger’s House.
So whaddya say? Is it a good day to make a difference or what? My paws are crossed that they reach their goal and get those pups back here to some loving and happy homes!
Chew On This
- Date: a while back
- Location: the den, before the new couch
- I’m feeling: straight up lethal
I’m bad to the bone. Der-ner-neh-ner-neh. Baaaad to the bone. Der-ner-neh-ner-nerrr. Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh baaaaad….
My Buddy & Me
- Date: back in the day
- Location: the old den (before the big reno)
- I’m feeling: friendly
Does anyone remember the commercial that goes “my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy- wherever I go, he goes” and then it goes on about some “kid sister” doll too at the end? It’s waaaay before my time but my mom and dad sing it, so it’s no surprise that it was in my head when I was cuddling up to my newest play-thing. Until I ripped all of his stuffing out a few hours later. Ah friendship. So bittersweet…
They Don’t Call Me Bugsy For Nothin’
- Date: sometime this summer
- Location: the wild and wonderful backyard
- I’m feeling: like a lean mean bug-hunting machine
You’re lucky I’m sharing these photos because they reveal my patented bug-hunting technique. I discovered early on that pawing or nosing at bugs was a bit hit or miss, but if I roll over the area where I see the bug with my entire body than I am able to cover a much larger zone thereby guaranteeing a bug-hunting victory. Of course sometimes my parents find little wings on my neck, but that’s also part of the fun. You should see their faces. Pure entertainment.
Bottom’s Up
- Date: a few years ago
- Location: the den, before the new couch
- I’m feeling: exposed
I guess this is the dog equivalent of parents who take pictures of their naked babies in the tub and show everyone. I’m blushing over here.
You Don’t Say
- Date: a while back
- Location: the sunroom
- I’m feeling: intrigued
You must have said something really interesting to me judging by the angle of my head and the arch of my brow. Congrats. I’m actually paying attention for once. Take a picture, cause it won’t last long. Oh you did. Smart move. Off to do something more fun…
Yes Those Are Silk Pillow Cases
- Date: I lost track (I’m a dog, not a day planner)
- Location: a friend’s house
- I’m feeling: smug
Haha, my parents have to get up and I always get to sleep in. So while they’re off doing all those ridiculous morning rituals like taking a shower and getting dressed I get to catch some Zzzzs and think about how superior dogs are to humans. The comparison is really laughable.
