Shadow's Crate: Youz Lazy Bitches!

Dad says there are a bunch of whiners at the office. Something about me not posting and Dad ignoring me. Well, that just ain't the case. I've been recovering from my plastic surgery. Aunt Kim said I didn't look like a Great Dane because I didn't have the classic lump on my head, so now I've got an implant upstairs. Dad says its a radio tracking device as well. Cosmetic surgery ain't just for old folks, us Pups, we start Botox early.

Anyway, I'm wondering if I should get some more surgery... now that I've got a battle scar. My brother Puppy decided he didn't like me very much and put a chomping on me a few weeks ago. Some of the guys at the park made fun or me and called me Scarface! I think its a badge of honor.

Anyway, I'm 55lbs. And finally, Dad is getting me a bigger crate. I think I'm getting moved into the dungeon, because the new crate is too big for where I'm at now. We'll see. Maybe I'll get to paint the walls of my new room - add some color, because Dad has a terrible sense of taste!

I'm posting a couple of pics - these are fairly old (a month ago). The first one is me on our first fishing trip. It didn't last very long because Dad got his ass handed to him by a little bug.

So anyway, we gave up since Dad's finger became the size of my paw. We headed over to get some drugs, food, and drink.