I'm loyal!

We were at the dog park last week and some guy was talking about how me and my breed are not loyal. He said that he heard some story of someone driving up to a friend's border terrier, opening the car door and calling the dog and the dog just went and got in the car. Well, we all like a good car ride, don't we?
I say it's not about loyalty it's about networking.

Yeah, you're not buying that are you?

Trees trees everywhere, and not one to lift a leg on

Ingrid and I took in some galleries today, walking around in the not-quite-started-yet snowstorm. She took my picture in this one, Alexander and Bonin (which I insist be pronounced BONE-IN, ok?!) There were lots of pictures of trees. Ingrid loves trees, and so do I. Unforch, these were too high up for me to pee on. It was very frustrating. Here I am not peeing on the tree pictures.

Seeing some art

This afternoon Ingrid and I went to some of the galleries in our neighborhood. I especially liked this installation at Marlborough Chelsea. It's a rat's eye view of things, and you all know how I feel about rats. They call it "A New Beginning" but that doesn't make sense to me as I wasn't even allowed to start to think about marking one of the giant flowers.
Art, schmart, give me a fire hydrant any day.

Now THIS is SPECIAL!

Ingrid keeps talking about the Specialty, but really, how "special" could it have been if I wasn't there? Anyway, this is something really special, and big thanks to Auntie Carla aka Jake's World for the cool rubber duckie! Of course, I tore the ass out of it right away cause that's how I roll.

The Blue (and Tan) Danube!

Ingrid made a video of the Specialty. I don't know why I didn't get to go. Everyone knows I'm the specialest!

Fort Tony!

Here's my new thing. I go to the head of the bed and pull the pillows and comforter down until they make a little fort that I can crawl into. Then I go in and sleep! I call it Fort Tony.

Lions and junkyard dogs!

Ingrid and I went out for a while this afternoon, as soon as it stopped raining. Thought we'd have the park to ourselves but lots of people there. Some guy brought in two schnauzers and that's when Ingrid decided we better get out of there. (I don't get on too well with some Schnauzers.)
So we went for a walkabout and I got my picture snapped with this big golden lion outside a strip club. They should have statues of me outside there instead, even though I'm not sure I would want to join a strip club, as I'm not too fond of being stripped.



Then on the way home, we walked by an auto shop with a real junkyard dog inside! At first we heard him growling and barking inside the gates, then all of a sudden, Ingrid spotted his head sticking out a hole!

We high-tailed it outta there before he managed to squeeze his whole body through that hole. Yikes!