Who Needs a Sleep Number...

...when you have fine, hardwood Maple floors. I love the real stuff...

Come closer, my pretty...

Closer...


Closer still...



That's better...now, where is my chicken?

High School Musical - Part Canine

Yes, I go to school.
Yes, I love it.
Yes, I have girlfriends.
Yes, they call me Zac Efron.

G-O-N-E with the wind

This is my cousin, Scarlett. She and I have been best friends for the last six weeks. She gets me my dinner and sometimes treats like CHICKEN! She is going home this weekend...I might cry (which could be avoided by more chicken, hint-hint).

Tony Parker, my favorite French relative

Spurs won. YEAH!! I can't say I stayed up for all of it, but I think my dad might have. I know my Uncle Ray and Aunt Shannon did. My Uncle Ray loves to (1) kill bugs and (2) see the Spurs win.

Can someone get me a chance meeting with the famed Coyote?

He ain't heavy, he's my cousin

I have a cousin...Sebastian. He is 10 wks old in this picture. I can't wait to meet him and teach him a few tricks like getting your parents to take you for a car ride even when they don't want to! (hint: it's all in the eyes).

Happy Mother's Day

My mother is, well, perfect. She has the talent of Martha Stewart, hair like Julia Roberts, smarts like Condi Rice, and a laugh that is infectious. I could go on, but she is quite modest. Anywho, she tirelessly picks up my poop, brushes me once a week, makes my bed with new sheets every week...you get the picture. Where would I be without her?

So for this, I give her every mother's dream...the new Dyson Absolute. Have fun sucking up my hair (and yours too).

See this new toy?

Pooh...a sweet gesture given to me by my parents.

I'll have his legs chewed off in the next two minutes, quickly followed by the arms. By bedtime, he will be nothing but a torso.

It's what I do...sue me.

PUH-LEEZ...please, please, please

Will someone buy this for me??

http://www.snuggleme.com/dog_products/snuggle_puppies/snuggle_puppies.htm

Stay-Puff Marshmallow Dogs

These are my friends across the street: Louie, Coco, and Fendi. They are obsessed with butt sniffing.

Poison (minus Bret Michaels and C.C. DeVille)

Mom is baking today, but chocolate is poison to dogs...therefore, I stay very far away.

Don't hate the player, hate the game

And, here I am in my Chevelle jacket...

Chevell-a-brate good times, COME ON!

Did I mention my father likes cars? He has a '69 Chevelle. He takes me riding in it with the top down and sometimes, I sit in his lap and he lets me drive.

Canine Coif

Looking at my new 'do' you can understand why humility is not my strongest attribute.

Ungroomed dogs can disappear under a mass of hair

I'm heading to the salon today. You won't hear me admit this too often but I stink. It happens to the best of us. My dad often tells me about George Strait's bad breath.

'After' picture to follow this afternoon.

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane

I was born in Churchville, VA just a few miles away from the Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library. Being born in such close proximity to one of America's greatest leaders probably gives some insight into my own personal greatness. Upon meeting me, you will quickly come to find out I am not an average dog.

Every dog needs his own blog

I'm Hairy S. Truman. I'm starting my own web log to document my spoiled life.