It's so tough to be so beautiful... Even when I'm just sitting or laying down, completely uninvolved in what is going on around me, I'm just gorgeous. What can I say, this boy just can't help it!
After the flea market today, mom and dad took me to Corner Bakery. No pickle today tho, I think I taught them a lesson about that. Mom just shot a few pictures, not even looking into the camera, and without even trying I look like this:
Love,
Bogart
This is Dante. 
He's a very very cool dog that I get to play with at my dog park.
Dante is sick, but he has a really nice dad who takes good care of him, and brings him to the dog park to play with all of us. He's a very elegant gentleman, and everytime I see him I think that I should ask him about the meaning of life... he seems like the kind of dog that would know the answers to the big questions.
Love,
Bogart
Mom has been bugging me for awhile about taking me to something called a "flea market". I say, what do I need to go to a market for, I can get fleas any old time!!! (yeah, she didn't think it was that funny either)
So this morning after fun in the dog park mom and dad took me. I have to say that it was a whole lotta fun - I was quite the hit, and was easily the handsome-est dog there. There were other doggies walking around too, but none quite as cute and cuddly as me. I always like that.
I was of course very interested in the contents of each garbage can, and would make sure that mom stopped for a moment so that I could ascertain the local "color".
Mom let me stop at many tables while she was looking at stuff, and I did find some things that interested me...
Maybe this "flea market" thing is kind of fun after all. And I'm not even scratching...
Love,
Bogart
Dad heard somewhere recently about a new non-alcoholic beer for dogs. Supposedly dogs absolutely l-o-v-e it... 
So today he thought he'd try a little experiment - non-alcoholic Clausthaler beer for Bogart. I was fascinated by it at first, I really wanted to get a lick in while he was pouring it - I've never smelled anything like that before. But Dad wouldn't let me, he wanted to pour it into my dish. Ok Dad.
I gave it a good sniff...
And I think I can categorically say that I DON'T LIKE BEER. Blasphemy for a puppy with a Dad from Austria, I know, but I just can't see what all the fuss is about.
Love,
Bogart
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This is Aeon.
She is another one of the cats that shares my home.
Mom and dad got her about 7 years ago when she was a baby - she was a movie lot kitten, and from what I hear was incredibly adorable as a little kitty. But now she's insane. She has her own area out on our terrace that she likes - that NO ONE ELSE is allowed onto. She bites everyone except mom, and hacks away at you with her paws if you try to touch her.
Tonight it was time to play everyone's favorite Airedale game:
Then look away dramatically - think Theda Bara - pretending that no, no, you couldn't possibly take any of the precious food away from the human when it is first offered.
Walking away - just for dramatic effect, of course - will usually get their attention. MAKE THEM WANT TO FEED YOU.
Find a cold spot that looks uncomfortable to the humans and lay down. Begin chewing on that nasty, bug-filled stick you insisted on dragging into the house this morning. Chew lightly, then look up. Repeat.
By this time, dad will not be moved but MOM WILL - and the food will magically arrive in your dish. Mom will even let you know that it's there (because you're still feigning disinterest and general weakness from lack of nutrition) and encourage you to eat heartily. Then mom will yell at dad and you may dine.
Love,
Did you see this month's Dog Fancy magazine? Mom saw it today as we were walking around the Grove, the outdoor mall here in Los Angeles. She ran into the Barnes & Noble to get a magazine (I swear, she's addicted to the things - me, I'm more into their destruction personally) and came out with this!
Well, the day started out pretty normally with some fun at Kindergarten, uh I mean the dog park. Got to see the Airedales briefly, then some running with old friends and new ones. I wanted to introduce you to my best friend, Scruffy. He's an old tom tabby that lives in our neighborhood, he's a stray and nobody really knows where he came from. He's pretty old, he definitely has some some of digestive issues, but he seems to be a happy little guy. He'll follow everyone in our building to get some food or a pat on the head. He especially follows mom because he knows she's a sucker and will open a can whenever he looks at her... she's been well-trained over the years by her felines, obviously.
Scruffy is my absolutely favorite cat to play with - even sometimes more than my "own" cats that live with me. Scruffy is very old, totally deaf, and most importantly, LETS ME LICK HIS HEAD UNTIL I'M TIRED. It's good for both of us - he gets his head cleaned of any crusty-ness, and I get to well, lick his head. We both wag our tails and I try not to step on him.
Then later we went to Pasadena because mom and dad wanted to eat lunch and walk around a city for a change... we stopped at Pita Pita on Colorado, they have really good vegetarian (for mom) and non-vegetarian (for dad) food. I was happy to pick up what dad spilled from his sandwich, nothing like feeling useful...
Time for some relaxing now, I just heard that it may start raining here for a few days tomorrow. Grrr. It's not that I don't like rain, I just hate having to pee while getting peed on, basically.
Love,
Bogart
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This is Levi. He’s one of my buddies at the dog park. I am in complete awe of his ability to lay like this - legs completely splayed, paws perfectly caressing the mushy football. And this is after running after balls the entire morning! Go Levi!
Dad found a great place for dogs like Levi who like to run and like to herd to go - the Drummond Ranch, where dogs can run and play with sheep and herd them! I personally can't understand the allure, but hey, I'm a terrier.
Love,
Bogart
Holidays are fun, there are so many people out - which means the opportunity for adventure is great!
Today started with some fun at the dog park - with a grapefruit, of all things. Remember I told you about when dad thought it would be funny to feed me a pickle and thought I'd make a really funny face - then I didn't? Well, we had a similar encounter this morning with my buddies, the Airedales.
After a ride home and a quick nap, we went out to lunch at the Corner Bakery in Burbank. Nothing for me there, as mom was having her same old boring sandwich and dad had chili and wouldn't let me try any. So I just waited for them to finish, and for 2 tables full of people to finish admiring me.
Then we walked by IKEA - mom's favorite place. We were going to go inside to get a hot dog (dad keeps promising me one of these someday, haven't gotten one yet) but I've been having some digestive issues lately so dad decided maybe another time. Just as they were discussing my intestines, I suddenly had the urge to poop. So I pooped on the IKEA lawn. And mom and dad laughed and were trying to joke about it with stupid Swedish accents (who cares, dad still has to pick up my poop - not the other way around - so they can tease all they want).