Being Diesel

  Ahhh my first 6 months have come with such speed - but I must admit I thought I’d feel more mature at this stage in my life. 

True, I have rock star presence, can reach more things, and I now have more teeth which makes chewing easier (much easier if you catch my drift).   But I thought with age would come a certain je ne sais quoi and ease with myself yet little things get to me, like my shadow…that thing is creepy.

I’ve learned we are moving into what my puprents call a ”new year” so that sounds fun but it was such an exciting year I’ve left behind so also sad to see it come to a close.

To you and yours may the new year be full of treats and toys.

Peace and Paws Out!

Kid D

 I had my first bath today - apparantly smelling like dog bones, kitty litter, and more dog bones is not what the adoring public has come to expect from me.  It wasn’t half bad, rather spa like actually.   I was hoping for a few shots of me in the kitchen sink but my puprents thought it might be a bit too risqué. 

    Here’s me in a “Bill the Cat” moment - a combo move I’ve put together to help dry off and get the water out of my ears.  I highly recommend it as it’s also great for exercising facial muscles and getting rid of those pesky whisker and under eye bags.

Does this bathrobe make my butt look big?

Yeah that’s right - Hugh Heffner eat your heart out…bow chica bow wow.

A bath is so worth it when the outcome is so good!