To Live Is To Pant
- Date: about a month ago
- Location: the patio
- I’m feeling: smokin’ hot
You know that uncontrollable urge to pant? It always catches me off guard. My first though is “what on earth is going on with my mouth?” And then I embrace the pant. Because as the saying goes, to live is to pant. Or is that something I just made up?
Pardon Me: Part Two
- Date: also a few months ago
- Location: the sunroom
- I’m feeling: exhausted (again)
Let’s try this again. Not all of my yawns have as much stopping power as the last one I posted. Here’s one that’s a bit less intimidating and a tad cuter. Look at that perfectly curled tongue. It’s as if I practice these things.
The Eyes Have It
- Date: mid summer
- Location: the back steps
- I’m feeling: debonair
Look at that twinkle in my eye. It’s things like this that add to my overall handsomest-dog-ever status. I mean really, next thing you know I’ll be on a boat with a crisp white shirt on trying to sell you cologne. I have supermodel written all over me.
Pardon Me
- Date: a few months back
- Location: the sunroom
- I’m feeling: exhausted
Yes that’s a yawn. What can I say, I’m an intense guy. Even my yawns are dynamic.
Life Is Good When You’re Me
- Date: just a few weeks back
- Location: the den (on one of my favorite pillows)
- I’m feeling: relaxed
You can’t really complain when your full time job is to get comfortable and catch a few z’s. Of course I go out of my way to look cute while doing it, but that’s just extra credit.
I’ve Got My Eye On You
- Date: a few weeks back
- Location: the backyard
- I’m feeling: on alert… but sleepy
This is a little something that I like to call lounge chair patrol. It occurs after I’ve been “in the field” for a while (aka: out in the yard hunting for bugs) and I begin to run out of gas. Sure I’m tired, but I still have to keep an eye out for potential bugs/squirrels to play with. So I’ll relax on the lounge chair and keep my eyes half-open. Just in case…
Not funny.
- Date: a few months back (the humiliation is still fresh though)
- Location: the old guest bedroom
- I’m feeling: peeved to say the least
Mom thought it would be funny to make me a little mesh headband with some ribbon leftover from a gift she opened. I was not amused.
I’m A Man’s Man
- Date: a few weeks ago
- Location: the back patio
- I’m feeling: secure in my manhood
Yup I’m nestled amongst some feathery purple flowers. So what? That doesn’t make me any less of a man. In fact, I’d argue that it makes me even more macho because I’m brave enough to let my sensitive side show from time to time. How about it ladies? Is there room for a sensitive flower-loving man in your life?
And I’m Famous
- Date: a few months back
- Location: the den
- I’m feeling: like a celebrity
My mom and dad were recently in a magazine called Southern Flourish and I made the shot too. Of course it’s not necessary my best side (although my backside is pretty cute) but I’ll take it. No autographs please.
How YOU Doin?
- Date: last summer
- Location: the park
- I’m feeling: suave
Ladies love me, what can I say? Here’s me and my friend Molly getting to know each other better. See that look in her eye? That’s love. I’m one fine piece of pooch.
