It’s raining. It’s always raining. I don’t know why I live in the rain forest. I don’t like rain. It’s wet. I think it gives me a sore throat.
I know it’s hard to see how sore my throat is when the picture is so blurry. Someone still needs to take photography lessons.
Rain, sore throat, bad photography and it’s only Tuesday.
I need a nap.
My buddy Brutus is coming to visit me. Hurray! It’s been a long time since he was here. I hope he remembers who I am. Last time he was here we had so much fun. He’s older than me so he knows more, but I think I know more yoga. Although I have to say this pose is one of my favourites.
It’s a bit blurry cause there’s nobody around here knows how to properly use a camera, but this is Brutus doing the Upward Stretchy Beg pose (sometimes known as the Please for the love of God, no kibble). He can hold that one forever!
He’s always on the lookout for stuff. Sometimes I’m not sure what he’s looking at, but I try.
Whatcha looking at buddy?
Right there? Nope, I don’t see it
I think it’s because he’s older than me. I hope when I get as old as Brutus I can see stuff on the ceiling too.
I have to go get his stuff ready. I wonder which bed he’ll want. Hopefully not the one I sleep in cause it’s my favourite.
Apparently my agent says I need a new portfolio so I had to spend some time with a world famous photographer. I hope he got my best side, although I don’t think that I have a bad side, just saying.
No, I don’t think this one is it.
Not sure about this one.
Actually the top of my head is really nice. See?
Hah! That’s it. It’s regal-like. Like royalty. Like the Queen.
I’ll take 10 of those in 12 x 14 high gloss. That should make my agent happy.
Also? If you’d like your own autographed copy I can arrange to have my lawyer draw up the appropriate paperwork.
Photos courtesy Liam Magrath
Had quite an interesting training session the other day. I was tirelessly training these people I live with to throw my ball when out of nowhere came this little guy and his entourage. I think he had been watching my lessons for a while because when he came over he was able to learn to throw my ball in just a few minutes. I could hardly believe it.
Here I am explaining what I need him to do.
And then? Like magic…
Hah! I know! I’m as shocked as you are.
And afterwards we all did a happy dance.
The best part though? The paparazzi had been following him (you can tell who they are because they have cameras. With lenses.) and recorded the whole thing. Thank goodness because I’m not sure even I would have believed it. And the whole thing was published here.
This? This is my real happy face.
I have been vindicated. I am a good trainer after all. Maybe there’s hope for these people I live with. One can always dream.
Photos courtesy b Life Photography – I’m pretty sure I’m going to need to negotiate my own professional photographer into my next contract. The difference is amazing, just saying.
Since my editor is away and can’t verify the truthfulness of my posts and then pass them through the legal department, here’s some pictures of me when I first came to live with these people.
I have long outgrown this
cute little bed and now have a grown up big boy bed.
This was one of my favourite toys until I taught them to buy me a ball..
Wow, I hadn’t seen this picture before.
Alien eyes? As I have long suspected based on some previous photos, looks like someone needs photography lessons.