Frequent Flyer

Frequent Flyer

Wednesday, June 1, 2011


It's hot as an oven here in Virginia.  And so humid, my coat is frizzing up. Not that I care.

Last time I went outside to chase squirrels, I thought I was at the Equator. I don't know where that is, but it sounds like a hot place.  Is it?

In this heat, all I want to do is sleep, drink water and stay inside, preferably on the bathroom floor.

So, all you doggie parents out there, remember: We feel the heat, just like you do. Do not, I repeat, do not take us for long walks in the middle of the day. Do not leave us in your car, not even to run into Starbucks.. 

If we look bored and mournful, ignore us. Better bored than dead.


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Down with Cameras!

Some dogs hate having their picture taken. I count myself among them.

1. I'm not a show dog, so what's the point?
2. I hate to sit still and try to look adorable. I have better things to do with my time (like chasing squirrels, eating bees, begging for treats, sniffing bushes, and, of course, sleeping.
3. I don't want to end up on some dumb Smilebox file or a FaceBook page. I'm a dog, not a baby.

Liz thinks I have some new phobia. That's because she took lots of pictures of me in England. But, after we moved back to Virginia, I decided I'd had enough.  Sure, she still tries -- sneaking up on me with her digital camera or cell phone. Most of the time I manage to run the other way. Except for that time when her friend, Daphne, took this picture of me after I jumped into her van. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to be with Bailey (sitting in the back seat).


Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I'm 7!

Some thoughts on the occasion of my 7th birthday:

1. I'll never stop looking (baffled) or acting (crazed) like a puppy. 
2. My fur -- um, hair -- is still thick and curly.
3. I can still outrun Mom. (That's not saying much, since she's an old lady.)
4. I don't sleep all the time. (OK, I snore.)
5. I have an iron stomach. I'll eat anything and everything.
6. I know I've put on a little weight, but I've got "good muscle tone," says the vet.

My mom keeps trying to take a picture of me wearing that stupid pink "Birthday Girl" ribbon. But, I'm not having any of it. She tells me the day is "still young," whatever that means. 


Monday, January 3, 2011

My Human Nephew, Part 2

Liz showed me how to scan pictures, so I can put them on my blog.
For starters, here are two of my human nephew, Tigh Scott Hall.

Human puppies look funny to me, at least this one does. First, he has no fur. Second, I can't see a tail. Is that strange, or what?

I wonder if he's lonely, since he's the only one in his litter.