Day 321: Bon Bon

I made some friends at the photo shoot. This is Bon Bon. I guess she's a dog, but she doesn't look like any dog I've ever seen. She was very cute, though, and nice. Here we are checking out one of the bigger dogs. I think it was called a mastiff - which must be because it's massive and that's how French people spell it. I wouldn't know because I can't really even spell in English. Or speak it for that matter.

Day 321: Photo Shoots!

Remember the old days when I had time to blog about my day at the end of every day. That was a long time ago, before I was mobile and had more time on my hands. Now I have lots of stuff to destroy and pound on. Also so many foods to eat. Last Friday I went to my first professional photo shoot. It was for some magazine called GQ that I guess is for grown-ups and it involved so many people, and also dogs. I don't know why big people and dogs require so much fuss for their photos; people take pictures of me using just a little camera -- operated by people like my Dad who can barely screw in a light bulb -- and those pictures look great. This one is a little out of focus, I guess, but the point is, I don't need hair or make-up or assistants or a private studio. I do like the idea of catering, though.

328-320: Weekends!

These weekends are pretty nice, especially with all the brunches. Yesterday we went to some other people's house for brunch and I ate some quiche, and scones and strawberries. I passed on the champagne. I also hung out with my friend Alina, who lives around the corner. She speaks three languages, which is pretty impressive. Especially since I speak zero. Ok, I have to run now. We have another brunch, this time with some cousins. I hope there's enough food to go around.

Day 327: Breakfast!

I love breakfast. It's one of my three favorite meals of the day. Except on weekends, when it's one of my four favorite meals.

Day 327: My Pal Leo

I've been making some good friends around the neighborhood at all the fun play groups me and Mom go to. One of my favorites is at this German place called the beer garden. I guess that's where beer grows. Beer must not need much light, because it's sort of dark in there, but it's still fun. There are all these windows and doors to bang on - that's what I'm doing here with my friend Leo. I love banging on things. Noise is the best!

Days 326-327: Swings!

A little behind - again. My webmaster got busy - again. Here's another shot of last weekend, when the parents and grandparents took me to the park to go on the swings. Or, as Granddad called it, astronaut training. That was fun.

Day 325: Brunch

Grown-ups have this great bonus meal on weekends that happens between breakfast and lunch. They call it brunch. I'm not sure why. Oh, wait - I get it! I bet they almost called it lunchfast. We went to brunch on Sunday with Granddad and Grandmom and I ate some bread and also a biscuit. Man, that thing was tasty. Why have you people been hiding these flaky, buttery treats from me for so long? I liked it so much I smuggled some crumbs out in my shirt. I hope we can have brunch more often, and maybe we can also squeeze in a meal between lunch and dinner? We could call it Drunch.

By the way, guess what I had for dinner last night? Duck confit and grits. Does that make me a yuppie baby? A buppie? A yuby?