My profession

So, the Feeder and the Otherone have been talking about my job. I'm apparently going to be in training as a Studio Dog. You can see me practicing on my first day on the job. It was pretty exhausting just lying there for hours and hours but I think I am getting the hang of it. I spend my time thinking about matters philosophic, which of course is very tiring. However, I also get to do more running around and steal some quite delicious stuff that the Feeder calls "garbage".

Visit from a Friend

My new friend Teddy came over to see me today with his human friends. He is an older gentleman, 14 years, I think. He was very nice, fun to sniff and very very tolerant of me. I guess he is not used to young pups, such as myself. I am now 13 weeks old, and certainly no longer feel like I just sprung out of my moms loins! No, no, no. I am running and digging all over the place. If that is not maturity I don't know what is!

All right, Mr DeMille, I'm ready for my close up.

I've discovered television. The pictures move. Sometimes there are creatures with four legs like me. Still, I am a sucker for old movies. I think I live on Sunset Boulevard, no?