Quarter-life Crisis

Well, yesterday I turned three. Ugh, I feel so ancient. Thank goodness I don't look a day over eighteen months.

Woman & Jerry threw me a surprise party. The big surprise was that no one else showed up. What wasn't surprising was the pink tiara Woman made me wear. I really do hate her.

Woman made a chicken & oatmeal cake with peanut butter frosting. Here I am licking off the frosting. I'm very dainty like that.

Umm, then I may have gotten a bit carried away but it was sooo worth it. I hope Woman & Jerry didn't expect me to share.

What? I've something on my face? Never mind, let's open presents.

Hang on! This isn't an iPhone! What does a dog have to do to get an iPhone around here?

Okay, that was fun. Let's go to the dog park so I can hit on some puppies & make myself feel better. I'll save the convertible for my mid-life crisis.

2008 Resolutions

Well, it's 2008 so I reckon I should make some resolutions. (We're watching the newest installment of Lonesome Dove so I'm using words like reckon.)

Obviously, my first resolution is to inflict bodily harm on Woman.


Resolution two is to get a minimum of fifteen hours of sleep a day.


Resolution Three: Reduce carbs until I see a reduction in the size of my behind.


And finally, this is the year I shall become the ULTIMATE FIGHTING CHAMPION!


There, that should do it.