The Iceman Cometh

It's getting cold!! If you're a Wiener Dog, you already know the solution to this problem: You stay inside 24/7


If you're a human, you have far less attractive solutions:


Seriously, a jacket? Can't a Wiener Dog at least have his dignity?

At least Sage still respects me...or is that pity in her eye?


You already know what I'm thinking: if you stuck me in this jacket, you had better fear the Wiener Dog.

For now,

Peace. Out.

Hey, Nana...thanks for the party!

Okay, peeps. So that was a pretty good party. Thanks, Nana...you're the best!

Couple of quick notes:

Coco and Coconut cupcakes do not mix.

That's okay though...she just spits it out in Uncle Robb's hand.

Tate and YaYa were digging the porch swing.

Sage and I have worked out a deal: we've traded beds.

My new bed:

Sage's new bed:

I think we're both pretty pleased with the arrangement.

Have a great week, y'all. Thanks for lettin' a Wiener Dog hang with you today.

Peace. Out.

Testing...1...2...3...

The Wiener dog recognizes that he's carrying the dreams of so many on his slim (yet handsome) shoulders. So, for his lax posting, he apologizes. Sometimes inspiration comes easy...sometimes, not so much.




Is my life exciting? Not at all. It's hard to maintain that rugged, tough-guy image that I value so much, when Tigger is constantly posing me with flowers.

The volleyball must be taking it's toll on Elise. Here's how we found her spending her Saturday:

I think she was worried about a swarm of rogue killer bees.

Ian's football season is over...a pretty fair year, all told. Played nearly every down on both sides of the ball. When you lead the team in tackles from the safety position, that doesn't bode well. Still, scored a few touchdowns, recovered some fumbles...not bad. Thing is, when you're a football star, the women just won't leave you alone.

I know that I'm a bad, bad dog...I'll try to do better on my posting...promise.

For now...Peace. Out.