My Funny Valentine

There is NOTHING like the lovin' of a fine Dale... and since mama still doesn't have any human who wants to be her Valentine, I will happily oblige.

Whatever you're thinkin' mama, just remember how much I LUV YOU

Whatever you're drinkin' mama, just remember that I LUV YOU

Whatever is stinkin' around here mama, just remember that I LUV YOU

Basically, I LUV YOU MAMA

Now can I have the damn cookie?  Oh come on... I said I LUV YOU, and I meant it.  NOW GIVE ME THAT COOKIE

Really?  Does everything have to be a photo shoot?  Can't I just share my love for you by devouring this fine cookie?

COOKIE COOKIE COOKIE

Ok, it looks like I'm going to have to probably just take the damn cookie when you look down at the camera.  It's a good thing that I'm not shy.

Ok, ok, one final photo before I pounce.

And now for something completely different in the cookie world...

Yes, yes, mama, YOU ARE HILARIOUS.  A red heart cookie on my fine black button nose.  Hilarious, I say.

See how the cookie is sweating?  It would be MUCH HAPPIER to be in my belly.  LIKE NOW.

See?  HAPPINESS.

(the last thing that a heart-shaped dog cookie sees before it exits this world)

Yummo.  I really, really do love ya mama.  Cookies or no cookies (ok, I love you more with cookies but I'd love you even without - THAT'S LOVE)

Love,

Bogart

I'm Walkin'...

Yes indeed...

And I'm lookin'... for a place to pee

And I'm hopin'... that you'll throw that stick to meeeeeeee!

(feel free to insert your own musical interlude here - flight of the bumblebee, perhaps?)

Oh yeah.  My work here is done.

Love,

Bogart

Whenever You're Blue...

Feeling sad? Down and out? Have a bad case of the Mondays (or any of the other days)?

MY BIG BLACK BUTTON IS HERE FOR YOU

Mama has been a little out of it lately - and when she's depressed, this does the trick like nothing else. Button and beard.

Love,

Bogart

Me and my mama.  We are an amazing team.

We love each other, we respect each other, and damnit, we just really, really like each other.

When the world tries to mess with mama, I bare my mighty Dale teeth, and when the world tries to mess with me, mama becomes a tiger.  She's got my back, and I've got hers.

Some days it feels like mama and me against the world - and most days it's just us (and our kitties).  Mama can get really depressed at times, I do my best to keep her spirits up.  Showing her "the button" (as dad used to say), always makes her smile.  The button is my big, black, wet nose.

 

Kisses All Around!!!!

While the tides of life throw us to and fro, mama is my life raft and I am hers.  I feel safe with her and you know that she's safe with me.

We're just a coupla crazy kids, just trying to keep on keepin' on.  Mama says, KISS YOUR DOG and KISS YOUR CAT every day... nothing better than wet, sloppy dog kisses or sandpaper-y kitty kisses!

Love,

Bogart

Bogart on Huffington Post

Well, well, well...

Bogart on Huffington Post

It seems that the lovely folks over at The Huffington Post chose a fine photo of me to illustrate one of their stories - now, it's a not-so-kind short one complaining about dogs at outdoor restaurants and cafes. Odd that they would choose a photo of a very-photogenic and incredibly-handsome dog such as I to illustrate a story about dogs behaving badly, but the comments section seems to lean heavily toward well-behaved-dog-is-fine-in-my-book, so I'll let it slide. And, they were good enough to give mama photo credit, so all is well and my fame only increases.

Love,

Bogart

Jaunty Shadow Dancer

Mama is obsessed with my shadow.  Obsessed, I tell ya!

When we happen to be out at just the right time, with just the right light, she goes nuts.  Picture upon picture upon picture.  She's a little bit crazy (perhaps you already noticed that), but I do indulge her from time to time.  Today is not going to be one of those times.

I am a man on a mission - wielding my trusty sticks (of which I have gathered several of the best specimens in my mighty jaws) and heading for my park.

Are you gonna just stand there, or are you going to come along mama?

You basically have one final shot at this before I commence chomping.  So make it good.

CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP

Mmm... STICKS.

 

Love,

Bogart

Willie Comes Home

It's been a tough week around here after losing Willie.  My long-haired orange tabby pal was not just big in stature, but also big in presence.  All of our other kitties seem a little "off" and have basically been grumpy and needy all week.  I too miss him a lot, even though he didn't like me all that much (he smelled awfully good).

Tonight mama and I went to pick him up and bring him home.

It's hard to believe that this little, wooden box holds the remains of my big, furry friend.

Oh Willie, my pal, I would far prefer your furry butt and amazingly fluffy tail, but this box is darned nice.

You still smell good, and I will never forget you.  Now mama can put you on the little shelf with all of our other kitties and with Klaus (yeah, dad wouldn't be thrilled to know that he's surrounded by cats, but hey, he was surrounded by them before so I'm sure he will appreciate the company).

Love,

Bogart

Don't Forget the...

I have to go to the vet today.  Mama told me that if we remember to keep the morning's "production", then I can avoid having a stick up my butt at the vet's.  I'm all for that, so I convinced mama to do whatever is necessary to remember.

This is mama's daily list of things to remember when taking me out for my walkie.  Because sometimes she forgets and I hate that.  See how we have cleverly added the most important thing to remember to the daily list?

Each morning mama uses this brush-thing in front of the mirror before she leaves the house.  What better place to remind her of the most important thing to remember for the day?

Mama.  I don't want a stick up my butt.  PLEASE remember to hang on to my morning poo!  My butt thanks you in advance.

Love,

Bogart