Lambiedog

Sunday afternoon birthday fete

My toast was well-received.

Gandhi Ji

Sometimes I don't want to go home from the bluffs.  Maybe there are more dogs or people I want to interact with, or things I want to sniff.   

At such times, I channel Mahatma Gandhi, an exemplar of non-violent resistance.

 

Spot for sun-worship

When the sun comes in through the back door in the mornings, you'll find me lounging here in my dog bed, which is lined with an old jacket that smells like the people I love.

Squirrel work with Dolce

I took Dolce with me to check on the squirrel situation.

Dolce found a bottle of Dos Equis.

From that point on she forgot our purpose.

She's just a puppy and is easily diverted. 

I had to shoulder the full responsibility by myself.  

If selected, I would not have served

One member of my retinue thought that we should offer me up to the Obamas as the First Dog, in the nation's service.  He thought I should do it for my country. Everyone else, me included, thought that was a terrible idea. 

It's nothing personal -- I'm a huge Obama supporter. But this is where I belong.  My family needs me here. 

Anyway, the guy who got the nod, Bo, seems to be doing a fine job.  Also, he's a puppy, and I think that the position is best-suited to a younger man.

Family room sofa

Sometimes I practice dental hygiene here.

The fascinating ground squirrel

My relationship with ground squirrels is both simple and complex. 

I can spend hours watching them, and sniffing around their tunnels along the sides of the bluff.

Really, I don't know how anyone could ever get tired of observing ground squirrels.

Ablutions

Bathing is such a pain.  Talk about stressful and undignified.

First the whole stand-in-the-sink-and-get-sprayed thing.  

As soon as I can get away, I run over to the sofa and perform calisthenics to try to get dry, while being on the lookout to make sure no one tries to get at me with a hairdryer.

Then I go hide under a towel and wonder what other indignities may come my way.

Formal portrait with Scout

Zachary was almost in the photo too, but something came up and he had to run out of the frame.

Palaver with friends

Caught up with the guys at the bluffs.

Willy's studded collar is looking sharp.

I asked his owner, Kim, if she could give me some sartorial advice.

Kim's got a great sense of style.