I'll show him!

Dad said that I cannot have any new toys because I already have to many. Well, I must say that I could not disagree more. I want new toys because I've already figured out the old ones. But, since I'm not strong enough to break them, and Edith will see if I throw them away, I have decided to eat them. I decided to start with this one. Yeah, something stuffed might have been easier, but nobody will every suspect that I just ate this hard plastic one.

Cabella's Picture Day

Well, if they did have one, this is what it might look like, and I would be darn proud. Camo is a good color for me, don't you think?! My Mom and Dad said that I can get a rifle as soon as I can hold my spoon by myself as part of the new NRA "Packin' Infants" program. Not that I need one, I've already have a very ill tempered dog to protect me from the evils of the world.

Eating

In my constant striving for cinematic excellence, I would like you to view my new video from the p.o.v. of my spoon. Enjoy!

I Got Ya

I Got Ya!

It's not what it looks like

I'm really not doing what it looks like I'm doing. If it looks like I'm trying to pull the leg off of this table thereby causing everything that is on it to fall on my head I assure you nothing could be farther from the truth. If anything, I am shoring up the leg of this table thereby insuring nothing will fall on my head. So, everything is clear, yes? You believe me, right?

Listen up chumps!

I just found out today that I will not be going with Mom to Misery to see the wedding of my Uncle O.D. and his main squeeze Amy K. Well, Fine, if I'm not wanted so much the better. I didn't want to go anyway. I can tell you one thing, I am canceling that balloon animal sculpture I ordered; good luck with finding anything that fancy at this late date people. Also, my rendition of Fools Rush In I was going to play on my casio, FORGET IT!

Good for Something?

Well as it turns out Hailey might be good for something. I guess she has realized that I am the important one under 50 pounds in this house, watch as she gives me her toy:

Predictable

I was just reading my book here and you would never guess how it ends, the butler didn't do it, but he knew. I knew he knew, and the writer must have known I would know he knew. Dang, if all literature is this predictable, I will stop reading and join my non reading friends at the big elephant party. I hear the cute librarian is having her elderly Grandfather read with her, I can't wait!

Silly?

Here's a little something to get your Monday morning goin'. Enjoy!

Will somebody play catch with me?

I posting this to find another catch partner. My Dad says that 3 hours of catch a day is enough for any boy. I humbly disagree. O.k., not so humbly, what does he know, the last time I checked, he wasn't on his way to winning twenty games for the Padres (Yeah , I know, The Padres are a small market team with almost no tradition, but have you been to San Diego, I hear it is very pleasant). So, if you'd like to pick up Dad's slack and play catch with me another 4 to 5 hours a day, hop a plane or start floating. After all, where you live it's about time to go, right?

I'm a basketful

Hello to all. This is my new cage the parents leave me in. They try to trap me by putting it over my head, but I'm too smart for that old trick. But, I have my own barrel ride.