Gorgeous

Meet Cabo

So my person actually allowed one of his customers to let their dog out. Talk about a chubby ol' thing. Sheesh. Get some exercise, boy! What do you do all day, lay around? Oh, wait, that's me.

Anyway, this is Cabo. He seems pretty cool, so I let him sniff around and check out my stuff. Of course, I didn't let him find any of my secret hiding spots, but I did let him roam the bone yard and even come inside the shop with his muddy paws.

What I can't figure out is why if he's a bulldog he sounds like a pig? He does look like he ran full-speed into a wall with that smooshed up snout. Maybe that's it.

Or maybe he was doing the cabo wabo. Hm....

So Long Fat Guy

What a rough...errr... ruff week I had. My person had some other person visit for what seemed like forever.

It wasn't so bad really. I mean who can complain about having someone extra to roll over and show my gorgeous belly too right?

Thing is, he took my seat in the truck. MY seat! Can't he read the name on the door? FRED. Not FAT GUY!

I had to spend the whole week on the floor in the back of the truck.

Is this how a king should be treated? I think not.

Anyway he's gone and I'm back in front where I belong

p.s. ... and I'm not leaving.