My First Word

I remember the first time I realized mom was trying to teach me human language. We definitely speak a different language, so getting our points across to each other can be challenging to say the least.

She talks constantly. I have no idea what she’s saying,┬áso I listen attentively, hoping to pick up a word or two eventually. Continue Reading »


I Love My Brother

Yes, I love my brother.

I feel this intense urge to Continue Reading »

I have some tips on how to get your human whipped to benefit you most. It’s working for me, so I figure I’ll just throw this out there. Continue Reading »

When I Left Home

When I was three months old I left the home where I was born Continue Reading »

We’ve all gotta pee sometime, but where? Continue Reading »

My Very Own Box

Or should I say “ruff!” Continue Reading »