Bogart spent his life in the public eye via this blog. His little fuzzy mug insisted that we start this way back when he first arrived 11 years ago. The idea of a dog with a blog was new territory back then, and a dog’s blog from his own perspective? Nobody else was doing it. …
The King is Dead, Long Live the King
Stupid Freaking Ticks
Just the Two of Us
THE Gruesome Twosome. Me and mama. She just can’t help herself. And what can I say, the human heart just doesn’t have enough lovin’-capacity to contain all of the high-quality lovin’ that I give her on a regular basis. Maybe that’s why I get so grumpy with pretty much every other human on the planet…
You Cannot Hide Those Cookies From Me
Lip Smacker
I encourage you all to stop and smell the sticks. And when your tongue can make it all the way over your nose, well, that’s an extra bit of goodness for ya. Taking a little break from my evening walkie, sticks proudly displayed, lookin’ good but ever-ready to defend my sticks should mama decide to…
Out, Out, Damned Infected Anal Gland
What Bogart is Thankful For
The Mighty Stick Hunter
Snow Bum
Well, THAT was a bit more snow than was advertised! Not the lake-effect wild snow drifts that some folks got, nor the torrential blizzard that other folks received, but I wasn’t really expecting much. The fact that there was any snow on the ground was exciting, and I wasted no time in creating those funky…