Why Bark When You Can Blog?

"Say Ahhh ---"

We may look as if we are at a pediatrician's office, but no, we are catching our breath after several hours of trimming and bathing. We're always very thirsty afterwards, hence the red tongues.  Thunder just got a shampoo since he still had his summer cut and needs some padding for the journey across the pond.  I, on the other hand, got the whole shebang.

All this fuss must have been on account of the holiday season. Turns out Abigail stopped at the salon as well!

P.S. A belated birthday shout out to our buddy Sam (the one who's stateside)

The Scene of the "Crime"

Just to give you some perspective, the latest casualty to grace the floor: the remnants of an iced cappuccino.

Could it be that Thunder was feeling tired?

Do you agree that this is a high counter, which clearly does not daunt my buddy in the slightest?

Operation Crate: A Success

So the officially-sanctioned crate arrived, the one my pal Thunder will be traveling in when he crosses the pond.  It's big enough for both of us!

In any case, they tempted Thunder inside with some treats and he wandered on in...

Wish you'd seen him tonight -- he's a HOUNDINI!  He actually OPENED THE CLOSED GRATE OF THE CRATE with his paw.  

I was impressed.

 

Bo Sighting on David Letterman Tonight

We were all camped out on the couch, waiting with anticipation for the first standing U.S. President to appear on a late night TV program. President Obama was talking about his family vacation and they flashed this adorable photo of Bo on the screen. He's something else. They both are, actually.

Thunder in the Driver Seat

There's a Yiddish expression about shpilkes that sums up Thunder in a car. First he squirmed his way up front, on the floor. Then he sat on the driver's lap. Then he actually sat, solo, behind the wheel!  I captured it on camera but will have to sift through hundreds of shots first. In the meantime, enjoy these:

One man's trash is another's treasure

This lovely, greasy cardboard box once housed a delicious, well-done margherita pizza.

Clearly they underestimated us when they thought they could leave the box on the high counter unattended. After all, we have great reach on two legs and if all else fails, we know how to jump up. Just call us Air Porties.

The Acquired Taste of the Orangutan

Thunder's been working his way through my things and he's recently "graduated" to my favorite toy. Thank heavens she distracted him for a minute and pried it from his clutches! Anyone who knows him well knows he doesn't let go once he's snagged the object of his desire.

Which comes in handy when folks are short-handed and need to carry a lot of stuff.

Thunder's New Glamour Shots

I don't mean to brag, but it's been said we're the best looking guys in the city...In any case, here's my pal Thunder looking mighty fine if I do say.

Naturally, he's guarding his our stick.

He's even learning to pose for the camera! (thanks to the constant paparazzi action)

A wise man (Herodotus) said that the sign of intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing thoughts in one's mind at the same time. Here we are wrestling, and sharing our good fortune. 

Skinny Dippers Had Best Watch Out

I'd Even Swim to London for a Good Stick

Check out my triathlete performance and my loyal sidekick waiting patiently closer to the shore -- the better to borrow the prized stick!