Bull by the Horns

You think you got problems? Try being a bulldog with no nuts.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Devil Dog

Tonight I am my evil twin, muah ha HA HA HA HAAAAA! I am a creature of the early evening.



















I prowl the shadows for my victims - searching for treats and used fire hydrants. Tonight, there will be no shouts of "Good Dog" - Oh No. Tonight, only bad-doggies walk the earth.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Brusha Brusha Brusha

Wait a minute - It looks like a bone, it tastes like vanilla-spearmint... but it's actually a toof-brush?



















Once it hits your lips - It's so Gooooood!

Friday, October 28, 2005

Tater-tot

Here are some of my puppy pictures.
I know, I know, I'm still a puppy - but I used to be *tiny*. This is when I first got to my new home. I was exhausted.






My mommy gave me a blanky that smelled like my brothers and sisters. Of course, I peed on it. I couldn't hold it very long back then. My dad says I used to have a pot belly and be rolly-polly. My mom says I was a tater-tot.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Bullies Sink

Well, I chased another pups tennis ball into the surf and let me tell ya - it gets deep pretty fast! Fighting the current was pretty tough too, in fact - my Dad had to run in and save me when waves started breaking over my head. I was kinda freaked out!

Smogset


I thought he said we were going to 'the bitch', but as it turns out - we were going to this huge dirt pile with lots of water.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

In the Zone

Every night I get this uncontrollable urge to suck on my fuzzy toys for a half-hour or so. I can't explain it. It's like doggy crack. Maybe I'm addicted. Maybe I'm just making up for not having thumbs. Eh, either way, there's NOTHING like a good gnaw before bed.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Family Resemblance


This is my Dad. Can you tell? I wonder if that's what I'll look like when I get older...


His name is Thunder and he likes to chew on basketballs.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

My Bunker

So - this is my bunker. It's all mine. It's camouflage - so no one can see it. I hangout in my bunker when I want to be left alone. This is where I'll be writing from. It has a blanket and a pillow, so it's also a good place to sleep. Sometimes it's lumpy and I have to dig it around, but that's ok since, sometimes, I find toys and snacks I've hidden for later. My bunker is my mess hall too - every morning and night I go in my bunker to be fed. It's strategically located in the kitchen where I can keep an eye on my water dish.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Testing Testing, One Two, One Two

...is this thing on?.....
*feed back*

This is Brody the Bulldog reporting for duty.