Boots The Rescue Mutt

The secrets to make a happy puppy on a chilly winter day: fuzzy blanket, bully bone, and heating pad. Life is good!

Haven't posted in a while. I'm 10 years old now, and aging like a fine wine. Not one of those screw-top jobbies, mind you. One that comes in a nice box.

Happy St Paddy’s day...I’m a little pi**ed off in this photo because my humans went to Greenville Ave for a few hours.

I just caught my first Pokemon.

Helping my Dad navigate the boat.

I GOT BACON!!!

Went fishing today, or rather I was dragged unceremoniously out of my cozy bed and forced into a life jacket ( 2 sizes too small, by the way) and thrown on a barely floating piece of metal. I cannot be blamed for the complaints of my tormentors later; I told them to reapply sunscreen after 40 minutes of exposure. Not my problem if they can't understand plain Caninish.

I like to sleep with my feet under my nose.

This is the day I got rescued. My adoption papers said my name was Dumbo because of my big ears, but my parents re-named me Boots, since I followed my Dad's boots around. I was pretty darn cute as a pup.

Yay! My new BarkBox arrived today!