I fear her

The bully's I've been waiting for finally came in the mail today. Why am I not happy?
Need I spell it out for you? "L I N D S A Y" Yes, Lindsay is being a drama queen. She doesn't want me to move an inch while she works on her bully. As if I'll break her concentration. C'mon!

So, let me get this straight. I have to lay here with a bully in my mouth, remain perfectly still, and not chew it?

"Yep, that's right! And keep quiet, too! I can hear your thoughts, you know?"

Wow, is she for real?

Ok ok, you're totally serious.

I can't believe I have to put up with this! Momma, why can't you tell her she's being a butt head? A big one!

Must I always be patient? Here I am anxiously waiting for Lindsay to get bored of her bully and walk away a while back. Don't feel too bad for me, I finished mine at least ten minutes earlier. My momma says I deserve a medal for my patience and good behavior. I'll take another bully instead.

In good company

We're the best couch potatoes you've ever seen. My sista and me share one cushion on the couch. She likes to snuggle as close to me as possible. Too close for my comfort so I look away.


Yeah, talk about smooshed!


Lindsay really gets into my momma's shows.
"Ay, dios mio!"

"Not happy that you just changed the channel right in the middle of MY show!"

"Forget it...I'm sleeeeeppppy...."

The night ends with one of us practically spilling over the side.

Uncle Chris at the scene

My uncle Chris watches over the residents of San Francisco as a police officer. Recently he was captured by a photojournalist on the scene of an ugly event.

Here is my uncle....the first baldy (is that rude? sorry.) from the left:

Our family is proud of your courageous effort to put your life on the line for the rest of us every day. We love you and want you to always be safe.

Working hard? Or hardly working?

We like to hang out in the office while momma works.

Lindsay watches the window to make sure no dogs pee on our front lawn. She knows how much my momma hates that. Our lawn isn't an open field for stragglers to relieve themselves...wish the neighbors knew.

"Somebody's gotta keep a look out. Need help with anything? I just learned how to file."

"Bison, it would be nice if you didn't lay in front of the cabinet I'm opening and closing a billion times," my momma tells me.

Ooops.

"Nah na nah na naaaaaaahhhhhhh...you're big butt has to lay on the floor while luscious, petite, mwwwaaaa gets the comfy chair. Bet YOU would like to know how nice it is to be spoiled? Guess you'll never know," Lindsay says as she taunts me.

Wait. Could it be true? Is the little runt on to something? Is she more spoiled than me? Is she privileged in ways that I can only dream about?

Nothing to lose sleep over.

Today was the day...

...I realized I'm not a pupster anymore.


Everyone goes on and on about how big I am. I never really thought so. That is, until today. I went to put on my favorite collar that Auntie Mary bought me for Christmas a couple years ago and it didn't fit. It has my name stitched on it in beautiful white block letters. It reads BISON with grace. Here I am a couple years ago sporting it.

I don't know what happened? Seriously! I haven't been eating that many cookies lately. Well, I have been working out--running and doggie push ups. My neck must have muscled out or something? I was pictured wearing it last November for our family Christmas card. See! Don't ask why my cuz Dane is all up in my butt. I really don't have a good excuse.

So, I've decided that my sista, Lindsay should inherit my lovely collar.

Who cares that it's too big on her and will likely slide off when she runs laps in the yard? Who cares if it says BISON across the top?

She should feel damn honored to wear it around her neck!

"Wait...is this my new collar?"