My anniversary

Today is my third anniversary with my family. Three years ago today, they saw me while walking Daphne and brought me home to live with them. I was a little shy at first, but Papa came over and made friends with me. Then he carried me home.

I made myself right at home, too. Mom and Papa tried to take my picture so they could put up "lost dog" fliers, but I wouldn't sit still. I was so excited I just kept running around the yard. Finally I jumped into Papa's arms, and Mom snapped the picture that's at the top of my Dogster page. Daphne (who could be kind of snotty) even let me sleep in the bed that very first night, so I knew I'd fit right in.

I'm so glad they found me that day!

Not another cat!

Papa Erik brought home a new toy for me. At least, that's what I thought it was at first. Turns out it's a little baby kitten. Just what we need--another cat!

This one is pretty cute, though. And I feel kind of protective of him--he's so tiny and helpless. Mom says he'll be big enough to play with me in a few weeks. I hope so, 'cause those other cats aren't much fun!

Fourth of July fun!

Mommy and Papa Erik took me to the fireworks show last night. Mom says I'm the only dog she's ever had who wasn't bothered by loud noises. I'm more interested in seeing all the people--and there were lots of people to see! It was still kinda hot outside, but we rode over in the convertible, and I felt the cool breeze blowing through my ears. Mom was a little overprotective, hanging on to me and making me sit on her lap when I wanted to stick my head out the side, but it was still fun.

Ruff!

In the chips

Mom found this on deseretnews.com after Papa Erik told her about it: "Thanks to a microchip smaller than a grain of rice, the Bankhead family was reunited Wednesday with sandy-colored cocker-retriever mix Puppers nearly three years after he went missing.

"Puppers disappeared from the family's fenced yard while family members were out running errands. The Bankheads looked everywhere and called all the local animal shelters but were unable to find Puppers.

"Then, out of the blue, Puppers turned up at the South Salt Lake Animal Shelter on Wednesday morning, and with the help of a high-tech microchip scanner, shelter officials were able to link the dog to the Bankheads."

I have a microchip, too! I hope I'm never separated from Mommy and Papa Erik for three years, though.

RIP, Eddie

Moose, the Jack Russell terrier who played Eddie on Frasier, has died. He was 16.

Cuter than me? I don't think so!

Mommy and Papa Erik met a puppy this weekend, a teeny, tiny black terrier mix named Bebe. I overheard them talking about whether Bebe is cuter than I am. Um, I don't think so. Does she have an underbite? No. Does she have giant ears? No. Does she have a curly tail? Well, yes, but mine's curlier.

I'm sure she's a great puppy, but I am the cutiest. Mom always says so.

Take Your Dog to Work Day

Hmm... My mom takes me to work every day!

Mmm, doughnuts!

Dog Craving Doughnuts Blamed for Fire

Drat! The gardeners showed up. They thought they could pull one over on me by being a day late, but I showed them--I barked till I was hoarse and scared them off!

The gardeners didn't show up Tuesday. Mommy says the rain kept them away, but I think my ferociousness finally scared them off for good!