WHAT? You mean you missed my photos of the last time I was at the Race Street Pier with mama?
Well, lets fix that with some new ones, shall we?
I must say, this fine pier is always empty when mama and I come around (it can't be me, it must be her magnetic personality - repelling people obviously) - ok, it's probably because we usually come here during the week or just before most people are getting out of work. No complaints from me!
I'm feeling really protective of mama these days. I mean, I know I make fun of her a lot (sometimes it's just too easy) but we are a damn fine team.
Who else is foolish enough to fall for my insistence on midday walkies any time that she isn't working a full day? You really don't know the work involved in convincing her that staying home is BAD.
But yeah, I've got it pretty good.
I protect her, she protects me.
Sometimes she could be a little quicker with the camera...
But then again, butt shots are always good.
Especially staring-off-into-the-distance-majestically butt shots.
Every day I give her my super patented Million Kisses.
I take this damn seriously. That woman NEEDS kisses. Do you see how tiny her head is?
Those kisses make us both smile. I get some "chin action" (major rubbing of my full, leonine beard and neck) and she gets a face full of Bogie.
Damn. More pictures. More modeling. This does get old sometimes, mama.
But wait... what's that?
Is investigation required?
Nah. Not important enough to interrupt our photo shoot. And no other doggies involved, so I'm not really interested.
I am, however, still extremely handsome. Whaddaya think, a new poster for the Ben Franklin Bridge?
Wow. All of this posing and NO COOKIES SO FAR. You must rectify this situation mama. NOW
Ah... love is restored.