While cruising the aisles at Trader Joe's, Mom happened on these ...

Seems to me, everyone is trying to jump on the band wagon.

This is the ...

... kind of thing that goes on .... right under my very wet nose ...

Do you think if I looked up the word 'chillax' in the Urban Dictionary, I'd find this picture?

Patti LaBelle isn't the only one with a new attitude ...

Today started out like any other Wednesday ... a sunny tour of my backyard, a chance to greet my pals squirrel and bunny; which was quickly followed by the most important meal of the day. And then, as luck would have it ... came the proffer of a cookie and the promise of a ride in the car.

I should have known better than to think this was my chance for the quintessential wind-in-my-hair moment ... this morning's joy ride found us in the parking lot of my barbershop. I will allow that a component of the deal that I made when I adopted Mom and Dad included regular visits to the groomer, but today, I was simply not in the mood.

I had no problem exhibiting my displeasure. When Chris, my regular tonsorial artist, tried to buy my consideration with a treat, I respectfully declined. Whether I liked it or not .. I was getting a new 'do.

I do, however, know who will be held responsible.

So when Mummy arrived a few hours later to collect her wee bairn, using that pitchy voice she uses when she is trying to get what she wants ... I simply turned away. She'll need to work a little harder to win back my affections.

The Great Cludini

Every great magic trick consists of three parts. The first part is called 'The Pledge'. The magician shows you something ordinary ... a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it. The second act is called 'The Turn'. The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you're looking for the secret.

But making something disappear isn't enough ... you have to bring it back. That's why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call 'The Prestige'. Here's my pledge ... I can neither get into nor get out of the big bed. To that end, I require that either Mom or Dad pick me up. This pledge has been two years in the making.

Last night was your typical slumber party with Me, Mom and Dad all jockeying for the prime real estate. At some point in the middle of the night, Mom did protest when she woke up to find me curled around her head. I'm pretty sure that's the last she remembers until Dad rolled over and asked her "Where's Cluny?"

Mom begins to feel around in the covers, searching for me amid the blankets and pillows. Imagine her surprise when she comes up empty and starts to look around the shadowy bedroom, only to find me looking up at her from the floor.

Adhering to the magician's credo, I shall not reveal the secret of my prestige. The two of them have been been scratching their heads all day trying to figure out how I got out of bed ...

The Ritual of Office Dog

As many of you know, my Pops has a satellite office here in the basement of our house. When Dad's got a little extra work to do, instead of heading downtown, he can just steer himself downstairs.

He and I have an interesting ritual that takes place at the basement threshhold, and it usually involves Dad, me and a few cookies. I know when he opens the door, if I am to score the oaty goodness of my heart's desire, I need only take a strategically placed seat in the doorway. If I wait on the very top step, he can't close the door behind me. So begins the sea saw wherein he tries to coax me down the stairs, and I angle for as many treats as I can get.

When I think I've run out my string, I will bound enthusiastically down the stairs, collect my chew bones, and take up my favorite spot in the middle of the office floor for my well deserved nap.

Mama and the Monkey

If she's making friends with this squirrel monkey ... it can only mean one thing. Mum is really starting to miss me.

Fear not ... I'll be right here at home ... waiting for you.

What's a trip to Mexico ...

... without a little time on the beach.









Here's Mom and Dad on Tulum Beach.

And a feathery friend on the craggy coral reef.

The surf.