Famous

I consider myself a kind of celebrity.  I mean, I've got dashing good looks and people who wait on me paw and tail.  I've been asked to pose for photos with complete strangers and I've shown up at countless virtual meetings Sister has held over the last few months.  And of course, there is this blog and all my loyal readers.

But today, I became even more famous.  Today I became the model for a digital book collection.

That's right, yours truly is a star!

Breed Standards

Sister said something really insulting to me today.  She said that there are times that I am a disgrace to my breed.

Needless to say, I was shocked (and a little bit hurt...I might have to chew up another pair of her shoes later today).  How could I be a disgrace to my breed when I can...

• effortlessly strike a show dog quality pose (especially impressive when I face into a gentle breeze).
• execute a whole host of tricks from adorable ("say your prayers" in which I put my head down on my paws) to humorous ("BANG!" in which I drop to the ground and play dead) to agility driven ("eights" in which I do figure eights between someone's legs).
• make someone laugh with my zany antics and fun loving attitude.
• comfort someone who is having a bad day by offering them my belly to rub.
• stun someone with my devilishly handsome good looks (sparkling brown eyes, shimmering gold coat, and dimples--actual dimples--when I smile).

Sister couldn't help but agree that, in many, ways I am a perfect example of my breed, however, she continued to insist that her previous statement was still valid.  And to prove its validity, she showed me the following picture:

Okay, fine, I admit it--all the dimples, tricks, and poses in the world wouldn't be able to negate the fact that I had a giant string of drool wrapped around my snout.  So much for class.