New Romping Move Alert!

Yesterday, I ran into my buddy Percy while on my midday walk. Percy is 1.5 yr old Airedale Terrier and he is craaaaazy. And lemme tell you, crazy is contagious. I can't even look at his fuzzy mug without wanting to chase him all over the mean streets of Baltimore.

Percy is one of my favorite neighborhood romping buddies. He's fast, loves to make hairpin turns, and when I least expect it, will try to pin me on the ground (and as you can see from the photos, the dude is nearly twice my size!). I gotta stay one step ahead of him, so I used yesterday as an opportunity to try out a new move (one I've only gotten to practice in daycare)... the tail chomp!

Mom was horrified and kept apologizing to Percy's dad, saying that I NEVER tail chomp (hehe... she has NO idea!). Good thing that Percy and his dad are cool dudes - Percy loved it! But romping like that is hard work. I snoozed the rest of the afternoon.

Introducing DJ Jazz

I have an alter-ego. They call me DJ Jazz, always keeping my ear to the ground listening for the latest beats (and the sound of treats...). I'm lucky to have such floppy ears as it makes putting an ear to the ground a lot easier. My mind is on music (and treats) and I've got music (and treats) on my mind.

Of course, like most artists, my parents don't understand. They tell me to stop scratching the floor of my crate-cave, and I say that I'm scratching out some mad beats! They call my singing 'yowling' and won't let me practice after 9 pm. How can I be a true artist if I can't work through the night??

Truth be told, as I'm still a puppy, I can't stay up much past 9 pm anyway, but that twitching you see when I'm in deep sleep? That's not me dreaming of running, that's me dreaming of dancing.

DJ Jazz here... Ear to the ground!

Happy Howl-o-weenie

I do love me some deer antlers... but the parents misunderstood me. I said I wanted to EAT a reindeer, not BE a reindeer. Utterly humiliating. Does this look like the face of a feared reindeer hunter?! Mom keeps calling me "Max" and saying we should take a family Christmas photo in it. That's a great idea, Mom! I promise to help and make a few "adjustments" to the outfit so that it'll be perfect. And by perfect, I mean, missing one antler and definitely losing this dopey red nose.