A Long Walk Off a Short Pier

 

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.

Love,

Bogart

Cake For a 3 Year Old

Today we remember Dad - 3 years ago he passed away and our lives have never been the same.

We all miss him terribly - probably no one more than mama - he was the center of my world and the guy who raised me to be the fine Dale that I am.  And even though he didn't care for kitties at first, because he fell in love with a woman who had a lot of cats, he came around to the feline side of life.

And Behemoth - Dad's favorite cat - is doing a lot better recently.  He had lost a ton of weight and was very, very sick, but mama has been working hard to get him better and fatten him up.  A Carvel cake will do the trick.

Behemoth is my favorite cat too.  He smells really right and lets me lick his head from time to time.

And Aeon - who Dad got for Mama when another kitty of hers passed away many years ago - wanted to help celebrate as well.

So every year, on March 1st, mama, me and the kitties have a cake and remember Dad.  We try really hard to think about the good times, but it's also very, very sad for us.  That's where the cake comes in.  It's hard to cry and eat cake at the same time.  So we do our best.

And this was my very first ice cream cake.  Vanilla on the top for me and the kitties, chocolate on the bottom for mama.  It's really nature's perfect food.

Dad, we miss you so very much.  I try to be the best Man of the House that I can be, protect mama at all times, and give her the kisses that I know you would want me to give to her every day.  We're just not the same without you, and I can't believe that it has been 3 years since you have been gone.

WE LOVE YOU KLAUS

Love,

Bogart

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