Happy New Year!

Well, another chapter in the life of the Shad has closed, and we rung in the New Year.

Best wishes for big bones and long belly rubs to my boys Puppy and PJ, Rocco, Remy.

Shouts out to my cousins Jacob, Hayley, Emry, Caleb, and Izzy.

Thanks to all the two legs who love me - you know who you are!

Great White - Part Dad

Dad wanted me to post these. Silly that he needed to dress all up and shovel snow. I ran through it with no problem.

Great White - 2009 Part Deux

More pics... too tired to push the mouse around...

The Great White Shark of 2009

It's about time the Great White came by to visit me. There is nothing like a fresh snow cone.

I don't have time to do a big prologue or even much commentary.. There is just too much snow to plow. Maybe later when I'm done.

Wanted Dead...not alive

So, every once in a while, you just have to just unleash a rain of lead and fire on the useless of this earth. Well, Dad has declared that the time has come. Just a normal big dog group get together and this punk ass and his owner had to show up.


Yours truly got attacked by a aggressive A-hole. And now, he's gonna get some lead for lunch.




Well, at least Achilles and I had a good time - as usual.

Dad cleaned up my wounds...



Dad says he may call the police next time as this dog was just aggressive. What do you think? Police or just put the dog down himself?

Yellow is new for Blue

So, it seems that the Shad has conquered the bug that bit me. Dad says yellow is the color that doesn't kill this fellow, so I'm A-OK. Looking forward to a few days of nice weather. It really sounds like the weather in Seattle, rainy for the past week and supposed to make my paws wet at least until Sunday.

Dad put me on drugs!

I'm being tortured.. Dad and Dr Hall conspire to make me fail my next drug test for the Great Dan-athon. Something about me having blood in my pee.

Dr Hall said it could be cancer, stones, or a urinary tract infection. And I'm supposed to take a bunch of pills every day. What Dad doesn't know is that I'm playing him....he is giving me lots of canned food and treats and all I have to do is look like I might wimper over the pills.

The good thing is that Dad says things are looking much better. Will check in with you later.