Are You Coming Or What?!

Do you know how hard it is to walk with monkey-people? It's really hard, and mostly, you know, a drag. Take this photograph for example. Here we are, scant yards from the Pacific, and my leadership is still required to motivate them forward. Sometimes, I wonder why I bother! Hallie

A Bunker of One's Own

Whack!

Sometimes it's not enough to brandish a stick. Sometimes you've got to ATTACK! Hallie

Makin' Love (To My Vanilla Frosty)

North Georgia Memories . . .

Why the hell was I born in Athens, Georgia? I love the cold. Even as a pup, my belly girth and nascent, glorious pantaloons all attested to my deepest desires: swirling snows, frozen tundra - the crisp, chilly predawn air of the mountains. As soon as my monkey-people sprung me from prison, I headed straight for the closest equivalent! It just barely did the trick. Hallie

Feed this Wolf-Cub!

Friend Cleo

I am gratified that my (Beta) friend Cleo remains in close touch with me on my blog. I mean, who would have thought it? After how superior aloof she was around me just because her monkey man, Frank, also happens to be God? Times change. Cleo misses my essential vitality. And I've become more dignified when I assert my dominance. Some day, with Cleo's patient counsel, I will rule the world. Hallie