Bring on the Kidz

It seems that my life's highlights are always connected with the little kids in this family. Thank goodness for the Editor's grandbabies who live nearby; what would I do otherwise? Today the Editor drove me to the Morphi's home and made me wait in the car. When Grace, Lille, Max and Sabina found out I was in the driveway, they all insisted in climbing in the Editor's car to socialize. Was I ever happy! Even that baby isn't afraid of me, large and energetic though I may be...

The Editor has been taking me jogging even though the winter temps are in the low 30's. Thank you, my favorite human companion! Life continues to be good for this rescue dog.

Into the Attic

So everytime the Ed goes to visit, I want to, WANT to come in the car with her. Summers are bad, since it gets so hot here in Texas that I usually get left at home rather than risk immolation in the hot car (yes, 'immolation' is a word a Black Lab is perfectlyl free to use...'). Imagine my joy when I was invited along recently, and found all these cousins playing in the Morphis attic. As usual, I figured a way to get myself into the picture...

Good Dog

It's Easter Sunday and I'm happy, as usual, to have the grandbabies come and shower me with loving attention. Will they still care for me when they become angsty teenagers? Time will tell; in the meantime, I loved sharing my dining room cushion with Grace, who was careful not to offer me the wrong sort of Easter treats. Don't think it was easy for me to leave the table treats alone during the Editor's absence. She had set out little cornflake birds' nests filled with candy eggs to act as placemarkers for the dinner guests, then went to church, leaving me to practice my best self control and not belly up and sample the delectable treats. I really am a good dog!

Be My Valentine

I feel so loved today.

Saved from the Box

My master Mr. Bill came home from St. Louis today, and I was feeling a bit like letting him know what good care I've been taking of his wife, the Editor. I began barking my most ferocious bark, and Lassielike, I managed to get the Ed and Mr. Bill to follow me down the back stairs to the object of my extremely agitated aggression-an empty Dustbuster box. Black and Decker; that's right. It was EVIL, and I wasn't going to let it spread its malignant spirit in the house of my beloved ones. So I went for it with all the ferocity I could muster, and that box is now in pieces, Baby. Grrrr. Hrrrrmph! Arrrghl.

I like being a dog around here. Some people say I live better than most humanoids. Who am I to disagree?

I Didn't Do It

Why am I always around little kids? Am I relegated to their presence because my Beloved is so busy these days with her holiday guests? I hope this shot of me with bandaged Maxwell the Magnificent doesn't give the wrong impression; doesn't make people wonder if it was I who dealt the lacerating blow to his forehead. Au contraire, I am the sort of dog who, when I spot a scratch or a wound on my loved ones will offer my healing licking tongue to give comfort and relief to the sufferer. Why just the other day I spotted a nasty diagonal scratch on the back of the Editor's hand (she claims she doesn't know how she got it; I suspect the cat...> and I immediately began licking and healing, also worming my way deeper into the appreciative editorial heart. Yesterday she even took me back to the Dog Park! Life isnt' so bad after all...

Dancing on Art

Last night the Editor took me along for a ride when she went visiting. On the way, I saw a horse-drawn carriage in our neighggghh!-borhood. I go crazy over livestock, especially when I'm safely inside the car and I know they won't come near me. I go into my frenzied barking, jumping-all-over-the-car mode, snarling and flinging my 80 pounds every which way inside the Ed's sweet little SUV. Do I tear the upholstery? Nah! Did I do last night's doggie dance atop her newly-framed, but not yet brought into the house, 37-year old precious art school figure drawing that she'd finally gotten back from the framers just yesterday? You bet I did. I splintered that glass up good, but no one knew. Not until she went to bring it inside and finally hang it in her house!