This blanky is hung up so that I won’t bark at the ghost monsters that I see in the living room. I don’t understand why it is called the “living” room. Mommy and Daddy live in the big shiny TV room, and the ghost monsters aren’t among the living. The gate is there to keep the ghost monsters away from the rest of us.

These silly people don’t understand the importance of keeping the ghost monsters in line. So I have to work hard to get under the blanky blind in order to see them and bark them back into their shadows.

I know that my barking works because the ghosts haven’t eaten me or Mommy and Daddy yet. I am a great protector dog with no tail!

This video shows doggie agility bloopers. Mommy and Daddy think I won’t do any of these things, but little do they know the nefarious plans that I have! They had better give me lots of treats or my ruinous plot will be unleashed! I likes this doggie treat extortion business!

OK Mommy I’m waiting. Where are my treats?

Silly Mommy, this board blocking the stairs is is pretty steep. You people are nuts if you think I am going to run up that.

What was that? You say it is a treat board?

Will run for snacks!

I’m easily bought, I’ll even go back down for more.

P.S. That first picty wouldn’t be blurry if Mommy would let me take the photos while she runs up the silly board instead (but she would still have to give me treaty snacks).

I went on a geocachy event adventure last weekend. I met another geocachy doggie and some nice geocachy people. The people’s heads are cut off in the picture because they are tall, and I’m just a little dog with no tail.

And I made a new geocachy friend

There was cobbler cooking at the event. But I didn’t get any of that. I think that was rather unfair.

But I did get a geocachy doggie treat. Yay!

Here is my event log.

I haven’t been scienterrific in awhile, so I decided to fix that. The inside of my football is fluffy and white, so I decided to do a taste test comparison between it and snow. Snow is very tasty, so I thought maybe I would discover a new snack source. If so, I would name it the snowball snack!

I carefully deconstructified the football and proceeded with the taste test as planned.

It didn’t taste nice like snow, but I ate quite a bit in hopes that it would improve.

But then I didn’t feel very good. Next thing I knew, I was at the Dr. throwing up my football. That wasn’t how I planned to spend my day. So, my expert scienterrific opinion is that footballs should be played with and not eaten. I hope this advice saves the rest of you some future troubles.

Although maybe it is only Bears footballs that taste bad? Maybe my squeaky football would taste better?

I go to agility class at Narnia doggie school. I likes tunnels and jumps, but dog walks and teeter totters are kind of freaky. I’m just a little dog with no tail, so I can’t spells acrophobia. Mommy says I am a weenie, but she doesn’t know what she is talking about. I’m a little dog with no tail, not a wiener dog!

Daddy made me this walking board so I can practice and not be so scared. I worked really hard and can jump on it now—but only for treats. I’m not doing this stuff for free!

Dog teacher Miss Bridget will be so proud of me!

After I get my treats, I jump off and then jump on again so that I can get more! I gotta milk this for all that it is worth!

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I’m all growns up! Mommy took my office playpen away and left my doggie blankies there. I was watching her work and tucked myself in for a nap. I did it all by myself!

I likes my blue bed. It used to belong to the Molly. I’m just a little dog with no tail, so I can’t spells inherited.

My blue bed still kind of smells nice like the Molly. I likes to roll in it.

Mommy is looking at me with a picty taker, so I better look cute!

Look at my blue bed backflip!