New Dog Walker

I told you before that mom is expecting a baby and even though she enjoys walking me a lot, Master told her she had  to stop walking me.

Is not that she can't walk me, but with the Polar Vortex here in Chicago, it is just too icy and dangerous for her to be out there.

Walking with master.

I mean, there was this one night when she fell, but fortunately she landed on her knees. From that night on, my new dog walker is my master.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my walks with master - especially during the summer -  but mom has me on a schedule and I always go out on the dot. With master, I have to wait until he wants to go out, and sometimes that's not as early or on time as my walks with mom.

Mom says she tries not to remind master what I need to go out, but she is always pointing it out to him.

Here I am waiting on master to take me out.

As soon as there is no snow I will venture outside with mom again, I hope her big belly is not slowing her down. I like to run on my walks and to go far, and if mom can't keep up with me that will be a bummer.

I Don't Like Bubbles

Who would have thought that this tough guy is scared of Bubbles? Well, even though I portray this mean, menacing dog, a lot of things scare me.

Hiding from the bubbles.

Mom thought that bubbles would be something I would want to explore, so she started blowing bubbles in the living room. As soon as I saw those mysterious orbits I took cover under a chair.

You never know how those see-through, soapy things can react. What if they attack you?

I mean, they got on top of all my toys and blanket and then they just vanished. How do I know they won't pop up again when I least expect them?

Here I am trying not to be scared, but I really was.

I told mom to stop inviting those bubbles in the living room. I just don't trust them.