Bastard Son

I'm getting very dizzy - I'm sitting here on my couch and Mom keeps flipping the TV channels between American Idol and the Olympics. American Idol makes my ears hurt, and the Olympics just confounds me. I was watching grown men in skin tight bodysuits racing around in circles, and two people lying on their backs racing in a weird vehicle at a very fast pace. Thank God Dad isn't too focused on either of these - he takes a lot of time out to play with me. We threw squeaky egg all over the house for me to retrieve - and we wrestled with my rope & tire toy. Dad is so much fun!

Dad has a new name for me -- Ax Snacks. He keeps singing "Ax likes snacks" - and I can't argue with that. My Milkbones ran out today and we're down to our last bag of liver treats! I hope Mom and Dad are planning a trip to the Pet Store soon, how am I supposed to survive without snacks?

I'm afraid I don't have much news to report. It was the same old Axel day - lay on my window perch, gazed out the window, did some serious barking and enjoyed many walks with Dad. It's still really cold outside, but I hear it is warming up.

Part of the reason my posts are getting shorter is because it is getting harder and harder for me to get into the computer room during the day! Mom is now putting all her wedding goodies in that room and she closes the door to keep me out...you'd think I was dangerous or something! All her favors are in there, invitations, magazines etc...Boy I can't wait for Mom and Dad to get married already. I'm not a prudish wire, but I think this living in sin business is nothing to be proud of. I don't like being a bastard pup!

AGC