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Adventures of a not-so-average mutt making new friends in New York City

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Dream Kitchen

The kitchen has always been one of my favorite rooms, because that’s where tasty morsels rain from the sky. Our New York kitchen can be a treacherous place, though. One person can fit inside just fine. One person plus a dog is pushing it. Two people? Definitely not. So when I’m waiting patiently for my tasty morsels, Mom is constantly tripping over me. Ouch!

Here I am waiting for a chicken sausage pizza to come out of the oven. As you can see, our kitchen is on the small side. Or as a real estate agent would say, it is “cozy” and “intimate.”

For our next place, I’m envisioning a kitchen kinda like this. I can just kick back, relax and let the tasty morsels come to me. I think Mom would like it too, because she wouldn’t trip over me all the time!

(Image via Dogasaur)


Wordless Wednesday

Trying my hardest to look bored while Mom is studying. Maybe she’ll feel guilty and take me for another walk!

Wordless Wednesday

Best place to be on a freezing cold day…

Chow Hound

Let’s talk about everyone’s favorite time of day: dinnertime!

Some dogs chow down and eat all their food at once. Instead, I like to “graze.” I’ll choose a few morsels of kibble, and then eat them on the couch where Mom and Dad are sitting. Sometimes kibble falls between the couch cushions, or I forget a piece on the carpet. So I always have a snack lying around when I get hungry later. I didn’t plan it that way, but it works out great.

My eating style can be a problem when there are other dogs around. Just because I’m a slow eater doesn’t mean that I’m not hungry, or that I’m not enjoying my food. I try to speed up so no one will steal my kibs, but that’s hard to do when you’re used to eating slowly. It makes my tummy hurt!

I also have this habit of eating treats on the bed. I always get a treat when we come in from a walk, and the bed is just such a comfortable place to rest my tired paws.  I try to clean up when I’m done – I don’t want to waste any of my precious treat! – but inevitably a few tidbits get left behind.

Mom and Dad are never too happy when they crawl into bed and find themselves swaddled in crumbs. Sorry guys, it’s just my style.

Dear Santa: I have a new address

Christmas is just a couple weeks away, and you know what that means. Santa’s elves are doing last-minute recon to make sure the naughty and nice lists are accurate. Since Santa has to hit a lot of houses in one night, I imagine they have everything planned down to the last millisecond.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around the Santa concept. I know that he wears a red suit and brings Christmas presents to good boys and girls (and doggies too). I also know that Santa has a pretty straightforward way of judging people. Either you’re naughty or you’re nice. There’s no in between. And in order to qualify for Santa’s presents, you absolutely must be on the nice list.

Since I’m a reformed dog who doesn’t chew on shoes, I haven’t had much trouble getting on the nice list. But just to be sure that I don’t wake up to a stocking full of catnip on Christmas Day, I am always extra good when I know the elves are watching.

I also want to make sure that Santa’s elves let him know where to deliver my presents this year, since we just moved three weeks ago. Mom says it’s not a good idea to broadcast your address on the Internet, so instead I took some pictures to show Santa what our new apartment looks like.

We don’t have a lot of room for decorations here, but we managed to squeeze in a little Christmas tree.

These are our stockings hanging in a row: one for Mom, one for Dad, and one for me.

We might have room for a bigger tree if Mom and Dad didn’t have so many books. Maybe you could bring them a Kindle.

And here I am on my very best behavior.

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