Tuesday, April 24

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.

Monday, April 9

Stay-Puff Marshmallow Dogs


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

Sunday, April 8

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


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

Thursday, April 5

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.

Wednesday, April 4

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.

Tuesday, April 3

Every dog needs his own blog


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