Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
(Actually MomBean sounds like she's trying to bark up a kidney, but we won't get into that...)
I think at this point I'm so far behind in stuff that I think I'm ahead. Dang. I'm going over to Millie's to snuggle and cuddle. It has to be quieter, if nothing else.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Oooo...it's from Parker!
Ew. It has slobberbreath on it now.
Stuff stuff stuff for me...treats, a catmat and cigar?!? WOO!
Hold on a moment...there's bean stuff in here too...
Thank you Parker!
Fank oo arper!
Now open my treats, Woman!
Fine, fine. Thank you to my UBER cool feline fatale freind Parker.
You're the greatest.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Because your Woman totally digs me.
Break it up, boys. Newman came in because he was hungry. I gave him some food and he wandered in for a bit. A few hours later he sauntered out, so breathe, Monty.
Well, he did pwn the slobberhound across the snout, so Newman can't be that bad...
(like feta cheese on the sidewalk for a month bad....)
He'd better have not bothered my stuff under there. I left my catnip cigar under the bed!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
It's your Secret Paw-Queen Snickers! (And others too!)
Phhht. Show some class, dog.
tucker. so. happy.