Photo by Mary's View. Yes, he is on top of the picnic table, being petted by several people at once. To say Chet Baker was treated like a rock star at the New River Birding festival is a serious understatement. He was treated like the Doggeh Lama.
If you look up "tuckered out" in the dictionary, there will be a picture of America's favorite blog dog after the Orangutangs gig on Saturday night.
Susan was a little concerned to see the Life of the Party looking so...hangdog.
One of your little massages will help, Miss Susan. But I am too tired even for treats.
To answer your question, my favorite thing about the New River Birding Festival would probably be the crowds of people saying I am cute.
Give me that microphone. That is the last blogger interview I am going to do. Here's your sound bite.
Sometimes it is tiring being "on" all the time. Sometimes a person just wants to relax on a couch.
But there is always someone plopping down beside me, thinking I am lonely. This person thinks I need to hear some dog jokes. He is wrong.
The Boston Terrier is not called the American Gentleman for nothing. I will be aloof, but cordial. I am always polite.
I think this man they call Paco needs to take some depressants. He is too chipper for 11:30 at night.
Perhaps fame is not all it is cracked up to be. All I want to do is curl up in my fleecy bed. Mether? You probably never expected me, Chet Baker, to say this, but I am tired and I want to go home.