Great Scot! It's all about me!

I'm dangerously cute! When you're done here, look at the slideshow in my Photo Gallery.
Or you can click on these links to see my parents, my grandparents, or my baby photos.

If you have Internet Explorer, you'll see me with what they call Baby Jill. Not aggressive, tenacious!

My springtime adventure -- I caught more mouses.
 

Look! I caught a mouse. No, it wasn't already dead when I found it. I caught and killed a real mouse.

It's winter, so I'm sporting some new, cozy sweaters. No, I don't really need these to stay warm, but the humans like to see me wearing girly colors.

My first Halloween. Lady, wasn't it you who promised never to humiliate me with silly costumes? What's a promise worth these days? Evidently not much.

 
I went to something called Back To Their Roots where I got some mouses. On the right one of my best pals, Fergie, dressed as winged Mercury (yes, that's me in the background dressed as the Little Mermaid).

This is me with a dove . . . or with what WAS a dove. My pal Dan (who belongs to Charles & Gretchen) brought me a dove. Dan helped me discover the wonderful world of poultry -- he makes a dove noise that gets me very excited. Doves are covered in feathers, and the feathers will stick to puppy fur. There's my lady, suggesting that I return the dove's wing. Is she crazy?

Where are all these bubbles coming from? They will get my jacket wet, you know.

No, it's not a grizzly -- I'M the only thing grizzly around here. This is just a garden variety brown bear . . . the kind you'll find in every office. He always freezes when he sees me. I'm that frightening.

Being C.E.O. (Chief Entertainment Officer) comes with responsibilities. I'm at work about to convene a meeting of the bored. I'm the bored and I move that we adjourn and go chase rabbits.

Look, I'm doing a nice flat-stay. Actually, I'm lying through my perfect teeth. I'm just staying here because I want to. August 27, 2003.

I stay in the grass now that it's summer. It's hot, hot, hot on the sidewalk. I'm also hearing something about getting ready to walk on grass in Pennsylvania.  Huh? 28 July 2003.

I'm not really asleep. I just like to hear 'em call me an angel. If you think that I'd really be sleeping on the floor, think again! 28 July 2003.

 
Sometimes the lady calls me Baby Lamb. I am not a baby lamb. Here's what happens to baby lambs . . . . I chew 'em up. 18 July 2003.

My baby photos may be viewed by clicking here.  Want to see me before I was born? You know you do, so here is the link to my sonogram photos.

If you want to see photos of some champion Lakelands visit the pages of my parents.  Or visit my Diary for tales from my fascinating world.