Escape!

I got the gate open yesterday. It must not have been latched all the way. Humans... So I pushed on the gate to see what would happen, and it opened--just like that. Of course, then I was on the driveway, and I didn't want to be out on the driveway.

Eventually a neighbor came along and put me back in the yard. No harm done. The truth is: I know where my bread is buttered. No way I'd give up this sweet deal!

Introductions All Around

So I'm told I'm to be the spokesperson for a fundraising campaign to raise money for new dog runs at A.D.O.P.T. I've got a lot of pals over there still, and concrete dog runs would help stop the spread of various doggy diseases that shelter dogs like us tend to pass back and forth.

The thing is, I usually prefer to keep a low profile. I'm sure you understand why. With my good looks and unassuming personality, I can't even walk around the block without being mobbed. Yesterday, someone came over to take photos of me. I'm not a big fan of the camera. These people think they can trick me with pieces of hot dog, but I wasn't born yesterday. In the end, I'm not sure the photographer got my best side. You can't be too careful when it comes to the paparazzi.