Spoiled Rotten (Shh...Don't Tell Wee One!)

Somebody LOVES wee one's snuggly bed. He's been burrowing under the blankie for nappys. And when he feels like it, he requests a belly rub. I personally enjoy how flappy his little paws are when he is in this position. And also how much he resembles a saber-toothed tiger from this angle...heeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

The Incredibly True Adventures of Buster and...Kenny?

Umm, so, yeah, I have been strictly forbidden to look at craigslist anymore...I'm just too much of a sucker for a little old pup who needs a cozy bed and some belly rubs. And that is precisely how Buster got himself a 5-pound foster brother named Kenny (who has recently been christened the weest wee one, not to be confused with the original wee one). But seriously is he not the most totes adorbs thing in the world?

Mr. Page Six

The weest one spent his weekend thinking about his favorite presidents and taking care of his ill mum. Also, spotted...Buster sniffing Famke Janssen's dog Licorice.

All of this activity equals a pooped pup. Pictured: the pooped pup himself.

Car 54, Where Are You?

Buster and I live half a block away from a police precinct and pass it on our evening strolls. The first week we were living in the new place, he was endlessly fascinated by the police station and would actually try to climb up the steps to get a better look inside (and, yes, I am still annoyed at myself for not photographing these moments). Anyhoodle, the weest one has charmed more than one officer, but there is one in particular who simply adores him, and refers to him as The Badger. He regularly insists that I should dress my little one up as Wolverine from X-Men. I'm guessing his Uncle Marco could probably assist in a costume...hee

Pictured: doing his best "badger" look....

Who Spilled the Milk?

Or rather yogurt...one of the containers I bought opened up and got all over the grocery bag. Naturally a certain someone immediately sprung into action in order to lick the bag clean for me. Always such the helpful one...

Monday Blues...

A little cheer from the weest one on a very chilly Monday morning in February...

p.s. the Mardi Gras beads were entirely his idea, I swear.

Happy Birthday Uncle Marco!!!

May your birthday be filled with cheese and snuggles. And may your muzzle only grow frostier in the coming year. I Wuff You!