Today was not a good day. I as you can see, I suffered my fate with dignity, but having a bath is quite possibly my least favorite of all the negative experiences I have to endure in my daily life. You might think that, judging from the color of the water, I actually needed a bath, but that is pure nonsense. I prefer my fur to be slick with natural oils, because when it is, I itch less. And what dog would choose the scent of oatmeal shampoo over his own potent aroma? I am a good dog, though, so I put up with this torture thinly disguised as a bath. I remind myself that it could be much worse. They could be doing it with a hose...but I refuse to pretend like I enjoy it!! Even in the most desperate of situations, I will not be a ham for the camera. I prefer to remain stoic when I am being humiliated and abused.

Unfortunately, this day reeked of potential for disaster from the moment I got up. I started my day off by eating some kitty litter, which is one of my favorite forbidden treats. But something went terribly wrong and instead of digesting the morsel, I regurgitated it onto the dining room floor. My parents were both disgusted and intrigued. Someone wanted to take a picture of it for the blog, but I assure you all I would never let something as tasteless as a regurgitated morsel of kitty litter be displayed within this fine publication.

Anyway, it was all downhill from there. And to top it all off, its COLD outside. But at least I don't look like this when I go for walks:

My mom regularly gets mistaken for a homeless derelict, because she takes me for walks in the dark dressed in outfits similar to this one. Last week some of our neighbors pulled into their driveway when we were walking by and did not get out of their car until after we had gone on down the street and safely back into our house. What an embarassment to be tagged as the crazy homeless looking lady's pet! It's totally ruining my reputation.

On an upnote, I showed the Rotweiller down the street, who was boss yesterday. If he hadn't been behind that huge steel fence, I would have really socked it to him.

more pictures from New Orleans!!

Pictures from New Orleans Feb 2006 (Dad, we know you were there, too, but somehow you escaped our camera!)

Ode to this Blog

By Kate

Hi, I'm Kate. Today I want to tell you a little bit about why I LOVE this blog. But let me start by saying that I am the Queen of the world AND the authority on what is what in the world of blogs. What I say goes. When I say a blog rocks, the world stops what it's doing, drops all else, and checks it out. And I'm saying, today and officially, THIS BLOG ROCKS.

So why does this blog excel so much in the world of blogs? WELL, let me COUNT the ways. FIRST, Claire and Jim just have a way with words. They manage to subtly get right to the point and never bore us with too many details. What's that you say? Some suggest that Jim and Claire's blog is BORING? HORRORS! I am offended and scandalized by these allegations. I said this blog ROCKS and that means it ROCKS, holmes. So, get it straight.

Second, Jim and Claire don't mind making fun of themselves and others in their blog, which I find highly entertaining. I say, if you can't say anything nice, come sit next to me!

Just kidding...I'm a pretty nice person. But not to people who denouce this blog!!! What what WHAT? You think it's kind of weird that sometimes they let their dog blog??!! Come on, people. Hearing things from a dog's point of view is always better than hearing it from a person's point of view. Think about it. Dogs can talk about diarreah and eating poop and no one thinks twice. When I talk about eating poop, people move away from me as quickly as they can. Anyay, I'm just wondering when Claire and Jim get a fish, so that he or she can tell us his or her perspective. I expect that a fish has a completely different outlook on life. Especially if it's a Beta.

And finally, the pictures on this blog seriously ROCK. Just look at this one of me! It's totally school teacher/librarian/hot godess. Notice how my beer, horizontally placed across from my pointing finger (which clearly emphasizes my eternal rightness) perfectly balances the portrait. Notice my rosey cheeks, the suggestive style of my shirt. Man, I look HOT.

In closing, I would like to say that I'm thinking of starting my very own blog. It will never surpass the quality of Claire and Jim's blog, but I'll give it my best effort.