Welcome to Shadow's Crate....
where everything is about .... ME!
I like to be the center of attention. Most of the time, I hog it all. Like here, that's me being attacked by the Martian monkey. If you look carefully, you can see my Dad sitting to the right and Aunt Kim behind me.
Here, you can see Uncle James and big bother Puppy (left), but I'm the center of attention. When I grow up, I'll be just as big as my brother Puppy, but I'll never be confused with a Holstein cow or a Fire Dog, like Puppy or my other brother PJ (below). I get a migraine when I look at PJ too hard. Maybe because I'm always just a nose length way.
PJ is a pretty nice bed mate, but I can't believe he was hogging up most of the room. I couldn't even stretch out. Luckily, I'm a very nice and didn't get angry... after all, most people know about personal space nowadays and even a blind dog can see that PJ's legs were in my personal space!
Can you believe it.... my first webpost. Too bad these these computers were made for the other domestic animal - cats. If I wanted a mouse, I'd have caught one. But you know what, life is pretty good right now. I've had a few accidents which my Dad sometimes gets mad about like when I chewed up his USB CAT (Dad was really mad and I could quite understand what he was saying). See, another CAT, they're everywhere. There are too many around here. I'll have to dig a hole and bury them all while Dad isn't looking.
Anyway, the other day when visiting aunt Kim and uncle James and a bunch of strangers at "work", he got a present for me. I'm not sure what Dad is talking about - he doesn't work, all he does it sit around, play with me, and clean up after me.Anyway, Dad said Jim gave me this present to me and Dad tossed it at me. I was really scared, this thing was as big as me and had really big eyes. I hid behind Dad. But yesterday, you should have seen me, I broke out my killer instinct on it. Lets just say, only one of us walked away. I really showed dad who's the man and who brings home the bacon. Talk about bacon - maybe I can get Dad or uncle James to give me a piece, it smells really good. Dad says Aunt Kim won't let James or me have any, but that he might sneak me a piece while she isn't looking.
Did you know I'm just a little over seven weeks old and can bound down steps. You can see me contemplating the big drop here. Pretty amazing if you ask me. I'm still a little uncoordinated and everyone likes to watch me walk and run because I shake my bottom like a catwalk model. (DARN CATs here too)Anyway, did you know that some folks think I'm Elvis reincarnated? I'm not sure why all the big fuss. You should see my aunt Kim - she can't keep her hands off me, Dad says she's my biggest Groupie. I think there laws against too many hugs.
Oh well, got to go drop a load - I can feel the pressure building up.
(My canine humor is too sophisticated for the lay-person so let me explain.... my being Elvis is because of the "Blue Suede...."......do ya get it.....??? ROFL and not because anyone is playing with me)
