And the winner is...

The polls are closed, the votes have been counted and it wasn't even close.

With an overwhelmingly ridiculous 100 per cent of the vote, the winner is Pa(w) Leggo!

Some of my fans check out the very latest news.

Baby M loves horsin' around.

This weekend was very relaxing. Many festivals. Here are a few pictures from the Richmond Maritime Festival.

Yes, boat tours!

Liesa also stopped by for a wee visit.

Technical difficulties resolved!

Apologies for the long delay in posting, fortunately the internet problems that caused it have been resolved.

Hey Madeleine, do you know what time it is?Swing time!
Yeah!

Vote while you still can, the poll is closing soon!

Who will it be?

Madeleine with hats?
Family portraits?


Dad with beets? (I hope not)
Me eating? (hint: this is the correct answer).
What do you think Baby M?

"Enough, no more pictures!"

Camping, sounds like fun! Not.

So here's how it went down... The family was sitting around not so long ago and they were musing about what to do during an up coming weekend. Someone other than me came up with the brilliant idea to do something humans call camping. The idea behind this exercise in absurdity is that you leave your perfectly comfortable house and go live in the forest for a while. For this you pay money. I endeavoured as best as I could to highlight the totally ludicrous nature of this proposition. Unfortunately for me, Madeleine reacted to the idea like this. Sigh... So she's really excited and before I know it the car gets loaded up, me included. I don't know why they favour her opinion over mine. What's a hound dog to do? Here's Nana and Madeleine in front of the new tent My job on this "vacation" was that of guard dog; protector of marshmallows, wieners and Kraft Dinner. Pa(w) and Madeleine. Mom and Madeleine. Are we having fun yet? Baby M by the fire. Note the prehistoric art that we found at our site. Madeleine tries out the inside of the tent for size. The one benefit of camping is that Madeleine got to model some pretty sweet looking outfits. As you can tell, she was pretty darn proud of this particular getup. Although unfortunately, it was so darn cold that she had to accent it with a pair of mitts featuring a sports team that my Dad informs me is rubbish. One tradition that human celebrate when they are camping is the ghost story. Basically what happens is someone tells a completely preposterous tale, like these woods are haunted or whatever, and that is supposed to frighten people, yet somehow be enjoyable at the same time. I don't get it. Dad and Mom told Baby M such a story and clearly she was a little spooked. Little did she know that that the real horror was about to begin. Saying it rained overnight wouldn't do it justice. Deluge, or even monsoon would be more accurate. This is what the chairs looked like the following morning. Needless to say, it was awesome. This is where the tent stood a few minutes before. So the trip was cut short. The gear was packed up and we all piled into the Mazda to head home. You see, as a domesticated animal, I know that living indoors is the way to go, and this getting back to nature thing is just foolish. I don't like to say I told you so, but I told you so. New survey!!! Who would you take with you should you need (not choose) to head out into the wilderness and need to build your own shelter?

Pa(w) Leggo or Pa Ingalls?

A Day at the Races.

Today was the biggest day in racing in the province with the annual BC Cup being held at Hastings Park. Of course I'm really, really fast. So I figured I'd show up and see if I couldn't find my way to the Winner's Circle.

I was in the starting gate waiting for the bell to go off, when they disqualified me. Can you believe it? They claimed that only thoroughbreds were allowed. Another blatant case of canine discrimination! I figure that what was really going on was that they didn't want a two-time wiener race champ skewing the odds, so they came up with the "horses only" excuse as a lame pretext. Here's a shot of me beside the eventual winner of the race. As you can tell, he wouldn't have stood a chance.


With me out of the competition, there was nothing left to do but to put a little money down on the other races. Madeleine carefully goes over the day's program. She really liked the look of Mr Nutcracker to win in the 5th race. They say that his mother was a mudder.

Madeleine checks out the condition of the track before post time, just to be sure.
Madeleine scopes out her betting slip, pondering where she'll blow all of her winnings.

"Down the stretch they come..." Come on Mr Nutcracker!

No Madeleine, that's not how you cash in a winning ticket!

In the end, everyone who attended the track today was a winner, 'cause they got a glimpse of the cutest baby of all time.

It looks like Baby M wearing hats is running away with the poll. So to whet your appetite, here's a little Baby M wearing a hat!
Editor's note: there is still plenty of time to cast your vote; especially if you vote for Mr Burns eating (Mr B.)

Despite the heat, the oddly-placed Mariachi band and the people in bad outfits, Madeleine was an absolute pleasure for the whole day.

She is already looking forward to her return visit next BC Day.

PS. For those of you who doubted the two-time wiener race winner claim made at the outset of this entry. Take these shots to the bank and cash 'em!

May 2004

May 2006

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!

August 1st marks Mom and Dad's fourth wedding anniversary. Hard to believe that four years ago today, I was stuck in doggy-jail while Mom and Dad were partying with their friends and family in Ottawa. Boy, time sure does fly.