If life is a bitch, where is mine?

Time has passed quickly, and I have continued traveling a lot with my masters.
First we went to Tallahassee, to my country house by the lake. Something to do with somebody's birthday, some tango classes and a trip to Gainesville where I met a wonderful hostess named Thuy. She got me going with some special treats. Yummo! Also she finally got me to understand the fine art of begging. It goes like this: I sit on my behind, I roll my eyes, and I make a face like Robert Mitchum. Try it, it works!

Finally we got back to New Orleans, to my Irish channel cute house and plenty of toys, more treats and the full time attention of my mom. It is getting hot and humid, and sometimes it rains really hard. The other day the street flooded after two hours of downpour. I am enjoying the layover, and getting into a nice routine. I wake up early and lick my mom's face until she starts grunting and mumbling while she gets up. We then go for our early morning sniff-o-rama. This is when I smell my way to Magazine Street and back, stopping here and there marking spots with my signature squirt and my regulation three drop poop. I'm also beginning to raise my rear leg, although my timing is still off and I pee my front leg and my tummy. They hose me down when we come back so I get the extra treat before going back to play with my toys.

I have lots of photos from my recent trips but computer time is scarce in this household, with mom managing her on line store and pops writing and editing videos.

We are now getting ready to go back to Tallahassee and Gainesville. I'll let you know how it goes.

Virginia, the bitch

I heard Ma and Pa talk about a bitch named Virginia and how they wanted me to see her. Yesterday we got in the car and drove for a while. I was so excited about the adventure that I could not stay quiet in the car. I loved all the water, the long bridge and the cool tunnel.

Here I am with Ma looking for Virginia

Ma let me off the leash and I did a lot of running

"Ma, where is Virginia?"

Pa wanted to take a photo of me and Ma

"I think I saw Virginia!!"

"My instinct tells me these are birds"

I misunderstood my Pa's accent and we went to see the beach.

"There, Pa, meet Virginia, the beach"

I'm a son of a bitch

I was born in Mississippi on August 2, 2006
They named me Caleb, but I often heard them call me Miss Marked, which was confusing because I knew right away that I was a boy.
Right after Thanksgiving I took my first ride in a car to meet a lady from Louisiana.
She took an immediate liking of me (I'm after all drop dead gorgeous, aren't I?) and I went home with her and her driver. By the time we arrived to New Orleans, I knew my name was Cholo.