Two Wonderful Things

Cowboy and my beloved space heater, next to each other, making a pug sandwich. [[ SWOON! ]]

Video Kisses

She loves me soooooo much.

Alter Ego

Video chat: Domi & Siddy

Yet another video cat. I mean, chat.

November Ocean

To me, a born and raised NYC pug, swimming in the Real Ocean in November is absurd... just one of the many reasons I like Cali. Drinking the tasty sea, gulping the delicious sand. We played hooky today, and my mom did zero work, and we ran around Ocean Beach in the glorious 80ish degree heat.

Of course, I offered to help Cowboy with some pre-surfing stretches. I'm a great coach. Here, I'm instructing him to keep his toes out.

Then we went for a stroll into the surf, where I drank about three cups of water. Mmmmm.

My mom tried to reason with me about the salt water ingestion, but I would have none of it. You Are Not The Boss Of Me!

Of course, she understood when I put it in those terms.

Paddling Through Toxic Sludge

Richmond, CA. Home of oil refineries, leaking petro-chemical waste, and great canoeing in transatlantic shipping corridors.Paddle harder, man-slave!

Yelling at the barges to protect my man-slaves and mother.

The trusty vessel.

Sigh

I am Le Tired.

Best Place Ever

This is what true love looks like. My mom doesn't really understand why Aunt Weeny and Thundering Bear decided to live in Portland instead of, say, the gorgeous Bay Area, but I like Portland's craptastic weather just fine. It means more Teeny Weeny + Small Weeny bed time... score!


I really didn't want to say goodbye when Sunday rolled around, and my mother and I tried our hardest not to be heartbroken, leaving Aunt Weeny. It was very difficult. I didn't cry until I was forcefully stuffed back into my travel bag.

My logic was, IF YOU CAN'T SEE ME, YOU CAN'T MAKE ME LEAVE!

It failed.