Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Pillows

Why do the humans like to take pictures of us while we sleep?



Kitty sometimes chooses a spot with a makeshift pillow.



Mmm...dreamalicious.

Daddy's shoes smell good and I feel safe tucked underneath them...



...until he wakes me up with the rude flash. Hilarious.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Piggy's Day

Okay, first of all it is tough to get pictures of the piggies in their cage. It is easier to take a picture of their cage.



Notice the painting hung over it to help them feel at home.

Last night I heard loud whistling from their direction and all I could see was both of them crowded tightly into their house. I wonder if it is getting too small for their giant butts. Here is a pic of Twinks peeking out of the house and Lulu's butt sticking out of a pipe.



Lulu is actually quite handsome, although not as cute as me. You can see her munching on hay that Daddy stuffed in her tube.



Generally the pigs are not that much fun, but our guests seem to enjoy investigating. While I've seen this in person, I can't find a picture. You will have to take my word for it.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Quick, Call Amnesty!

Daddy insisted my nails were too long. First he clipped them, then he ground them down with the worst invention ever conceived.





I am very angry right now. If I had a room, I would have slammed the door and cranked up my Lady GaGa.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Cute-athon

Okay, my adoring public. Which one of us is cuter?

Is it Annika?



Is it Jeremy?



Or is it moi?



The piggies decided not to play.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Daddy and Clifford

Last night I was feeling very snuggly. I lay down with Daddy and Clifford.



Clifford and Daddy.



I asked Daddy for some kisses.



I am a happy dog.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

100th Post

I am a prolific dog!

I am also a hungry dog. Jeremy and I wait patiently outside Kitty's room for her leftovers.



Jeremy dances down the hall (this doesn't catch it well, unfortunately).



Mommy puts down the scraps and then calls us sharks as we devour the entire teaspoon full of leftover kitty food. I lick the plate until no more taste is left.



Thursdays are good.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Joy of Squirrel

Everyone has his or her favorite morning ritual. Mommy likes coffee, fruit and the 'puter.

Squirrrllllmmmph...



Gotta get the sclerruhmph...



Okay, toss it again!