Camp

This is me right before heading off to "camp" in an undisclosed location in Virginia. (Hint- It rhymes with Malexpandria.) See, Tim and Kimberly are going to someplace called Tobago, so I'm getting shipped off to hang with my cool friends Robin and Jeremy.

Yeah... I'll admit a bit of nervousness. Some trepidation. Some butterflies. Sure... my first solid week away from Tim and Kimberly. It's understa... what's that? I get treats? A LOT of them? And walks!? And dog parks!?

Um, yeah... feeling much better all of the sudden. See y'all in a week! Happy 6,000 hits by the way! Couldn't do it without ya!

Chin restored!

Sorry it's been so long... as you can see I've been busy growing hair on my chin. I'm also getting ready for my big vacation... I get to hang out for a week without Tim and Kimberly in a swanky suburb of DC called "Alexandria." I hear it kicks butt.

Kimberly bought a bag of awesome treats for the week from Doggy Style... I think she's feeling guilty for going away for a week. Hmmmm... how else can I exploit this weakness??

What a day!

Can't complain about the weather... I got to hang out at Mitchell Park again this morning. Xena was there again, of course, so we ran around a bunch.

For those of you concerned about my bald chin, it has managed to heal up pretty well. On top of that, the hairs are growing back pretty nicely. That's good, cause I don't think I could handle being bald. I was all set to break into some Propecia for a minute there... gotta keep looking young for the ladies, y'know.

Syracuse is playing in the Big East final tonight, ergo, I get no attention from Tim til later. If they win, I think I get better treat action, so right now I'm the biggest Orange fan out there, yo...

They may look cute...

... but beware of these creatures. They'll cap ya as soon as look at ya. This one's Bonnard's protégé...

Tim's been busy this week with his new job and stuff. Apparently he's also house hunting. I put in my requirements... I need posh living arrangements for my lavish lifetstyle. Also, I need my own room. I'm getting too old to share. And judging by this picture, I'm thinking we may need bulletproof friggin windows...

My bald chin

Yes, my chin is bald. Let's just say I attacked my meat-flavored bone with an irrational exuberance. I won't say it won't happen again, but I will say I enjoy the fact that the antibiotics are administered with peanut butter. For that, I'm eternally grateful to the good people at the vet...

So, I'm watching the Oscars tonight... so far so good. Clooney's 1 for 1. He and I are tight, yo...