Am I singing or hating oldies?

When mom puts pandora radio on her phone I act very strange. Do you think I'm singing along because I love it or singing over it because I hate it?

What a week

It's been a while since I last wrote and it's been quite a week. First my mom dropped me off at my grandparents house which is super fun because they have 2 dogs that I play with (well one hates me but the other is like a mom to me). But then she didn't come back for 5 days! I picked her up at the airport and decided to give her licks but not sit in her lap on the way home. I wanted her to know I wasn't cool with her leaving me. To make my point really strong, I did everything I could once back home to be a pest. I pee'd and poo'd in the house, not once but a few times. I went through the trash, I ate ipod headphones, I broke a shoe Deanne loves to wear and I terrorized the house. I think she got the point and will think twice about going away for more than a day again.

Look I'm in another video!

Summer time and the living's easy

Been going on beach walks a lot and playing the waves this summer. Last night I went to the beach in a convertible! It was my first time in such a breezy car and so much fun! Weeeee!

it's a bird, it's a plane, it's SUPER DOG!

I like to lay like superman and look like I'm flying so mom put a cape on me (well really it was a bandana). Now I'm superdog! My job is to run around and be crazy, but I prefer to do that without hte cape.
Since it was so hot today I played in water from the hose outside. Summer is fun!

Relaxing after a busy weekend

The 4th of July was a neat holiday. I got to go to a huge event at a park in Pacific Beach and then a family bbq where I watched fireworks. No they're not scary like some dogs claim.
Today I got my stitches out from neutering and got a rabies shot. It hurt and I tried to bite the vet. I'm now labeled as a "biter and scratcher." Deanne is not pleased but what can I say I don't like painful things probing me. :)

I've Discovered...I'm a POMIMO!

I looked in the mirror and discovered I'm a Pomimo, that's an american eskimo pomeranian. Or an Eskipom. My mom looked it up on the internet I look like I might be a mix. My fur is simply not as full and fluffy as american eskimo's and my tail doesn't do the corkscrew. That also might explain my small size, I'm 10 pounds and 4 months old. However, when I grow up maybe I'll change my looks. I got to admit I like my unique fluffy face and masculine body. I'm still a lady killer, the girls go nuts for me, hehe. Guess I might be a "designer dog."