Waiting for Bear Grylls

Look: I get hot, man. Very hot. And easily, too. I have two coats of fur. So when my monkey-person took me to the beach recently, I commissioned him to build me a temporary den, with plenty of shade, with whatever local materials he deemed appropriate. As you can see for yourself (above), the results fell far short of Bear Grylls' high standard of excellence. How humiliating for a hound! So, if you are reading this Bear, I'm ready to offer you my loyalty and my leadership. Hallie

A Rogue's Gallery of "Miss Hallie" Impersonators

If you happen to see any of the following faces, do NOT disgorge meat or vigorously scratch their booties. Instead, spurn them and report their whereabouts to me immediately. I will deal with them harshly! Hallie

Report on Another Victory

My monkey-person actually had the audacity to believe that taking my stick into the waters would be a deterrent to my will. How wrong he was! I waded into Lake Erie and snatched it all away from him, much to his obvious shame and dismay. C'est la guerre! Hallie

Ribs

Sign I Need a New Chew Toy

That's right, I chewed the seashell. That's what happens after a prolonged deficit of chew toys. And I will chew more of my monkey-person's precious belongings until I receive a proper supply of appropriate objects, e.g., purple walrus plush toys. However, I am willing to receive plush toys from all of my subjects and admirers. Write if you need my current address. Hallie