We watched Beverly Hills Chihuahua or something last night and I asked Mother why I don’t have a Harry Winston diamond collar and don’t have my own pool and don’t get to go to a dogg.

I hate Christmas carols! I didn’t last month, but since 1st December Mother has been singing them (badly) around the house and it sucks not to be able to stuff my paws in my ears. I try to get a.

My mother is weird. She thinks I’m a cam-whore even though she’s the one with the aposable thumbs and the camera phone. Still, I must admit that I look downright handsome! (see photos for .

I am now officially a MAN. Ok, maybe not. I mean MALE DOG. My balls have decided to show themselves much to my perverted Mother’s delight! They are dangling there for show now. Phew! Had me worr.