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.