Boat lover != a water dog!

I'm sure that you're all wondering what I've been up to.... I just lounging around (like at Larry's place - to the left). Dad has signed us up for some Dane pow-wows....

The Reston Great Dane Meetup Group

Should be loads of fun. Dad says I might meet some family there.

I suppose Dad has mentioned that I'm growing fast- last check 38 pounds. I'm thinking of changing my name to Big Blue Ninja - as I can sneak up on folks at night and they don't see me coming! Big Blue Ninja with the drunken dog-fu style, a completely unbeatable combination. Of course, that is after I gain a few more pounds. Right now, I think everyone still thinks I'm a pushover.

Most of the time, I'm just laying around...waiting for something to do. I think everyone just thinks I'm a big teddy bear - something to be hugged.

I'm the Big Bad Blue Ninja, not some silly Ken or Barbie dolls!







So back to the fun stuff... I got to go zipping around on Dad's little boat this weekend. Me, PJ, Uncle James, and Dad. Of course, Uncle James and PJ almost drowned us.... I think they're both pretty fat.... but that's another story. Now, PJ, he's been watching too much Baywatch, because he wanted some red speedo's, but all Uncle had was this funny vest.....





















So we hooked up with Wade and his family. I spent most of the time lounging on the deck. I did say I'm a boat lover and not a water dog, didn't I??





























Oh, Wade's daughter named me "Buster".... Now the cooler talk can begin...ROFL.

Whose birthday??????

Not mine. So last weekend, I went to see some of Dad's friends and co-workers. Trin's son (see him holding a mini-me) turned five! So, anyway, there were two other canines trying to capture the affections of all the kids. But, I was the ONE. Who's the man!










I swore, I got to see my brother Smooches. But Dad swears that it wasn't Smooches and that I got to meet a cat. Take a look and let me know. I think we have the same colors, although, clearly I am the better looking one. We're in a class of our own, like the Baldwin or Wahlberg brothers.

If Dad is right, it went well, I think. Can't ever tell with felines, since they're so moody. But, no scratches on me :)

Shouts to Smooches!




Did I mention that I was the elected the playpal of the party?

Adults... eating out of my hand (well... I was trying to eat out of her hand, but who's counting)














Kids....













It was all great...............













until Dad decided that it was time to go.. I just didn't want to go. I was tired, but Dad doesn't normally let me have that much fun, so I was going to drag it out as long as possible......
















Oh, Dad told me that Uncle James went to the hospital. I'm sorry, Uncle. I didn't mean to bite you so hard. If Dad had just called 911, you'd be A-OK. Paws are together praying for you!

Shouts to my peeps - PJ and Puppy. Look out for DJ.