In the Bag

Doggone! Dutchess decided to put all the crinkly sounding bags I love in an air-tight, puppy-proof container.


But she is a good sport and left one bag just for me!


I took my time and destroyed that bag properly.


If you want a bag perfectly ripped and shredded, I’m your pup!



Green Tongue

I can help with the gardening.


This area could use a little weeding. I got it.


This plant has had it! Too much sun!


You could use this thing to water it.


Let’s just see what the instructions say.


Yep, too much sun. Not enough water!

Paper Play

What IS this stuff?


Whatever it is, I love it!


This is just too cool! It grows! Wow!


Too much fun! I should have discovered this stuff earlier!


I didn’t mean any harm.


Friend Request

Meet my friend Ginger. Her human wanted to meet me so bad so he could love up on me, and that’s how I met Ginger. Now Ginger is no bulldog–too tall, thin, and leggy, but I will let her be my friend anyway. I think she was a little jealous of the way her human was fawning all over me. But I’m the BigBoss, and it is better for Ginger to learn quickly that it is hard not to love me.


Dog Pounds

I weigh a whopping 15 pounds! I know I’m growing strong–I can feel it in me bones! Dr. Fisher says I look good! He says I’m healthy.

Today when we were leaving the vet, we saw a big old bulldog. He looked like a short fat hog and took his time walking in. He was real laid back. I was super excited to meet him! His name was Zeke, and I got to touch noses with him up close and personal. I didn’t get to take a picture with him because everyone was too caught up in the moment of little bulldog meeting big bulldog! And doggone, was he big! I’d like to know how many pounds he’s packing! Probably 80! He could have gobbled me up like I was a little bowl of lamb and rice. He wouldn’t though, and I wasn’t scared at all. I’m still the Big Boss, and Zeke is my big friend!

Below is a picture of me running right onto the doggie scale. I was so eager to know how big I’m getting I got on the scale before they even asked me to. I weigh 15 pounds–oh sorry, I already told you that!


The Front Porch

I love the front porch! Dutchess is trying to get me to come inside, but I don’t think so. Not right now.


There’s some protecting to be done.


A little chilling to do.


And too much to see to come in right now.