Why my life kicks ass

Don't let my sad hound eyes trick you. I am one uber-happy dog. My life rocks!!! And here's why:

1. I sleep on the bed. Not only do I sleep on the bed, but I sleep anywhere on the bed. That means, I sleep under the covers, I sleep over the covers, I sleep at the foot of the bed, I sleep at the top of the bed, I sleep between Joe's legs, I sleep between Dina's legs. Plus, I sleep on Joe's head, across Dina's neck, and in between the two of them. I am queen of the bed, hear me howl.

2. I am the only other living thing in the To household beside the two Tos. What does this mean? This means I get all the attention, all the pets, all the hugs, all the kisses, all the belly rubs, and all the food that falls to the ground, whether it's a piece of apple, a bit of tortilla chip, a single grate of sweetened coconut, or a grain of rice. Here I am, looking for any of those.

3. I am famous in Laurel Heights. I am known on Sacramento Street, all the way from Walnut to Cherry, and maybe even on Clay and California. People call to me, from across the way: "Is that TicTac???," they call, "she's getting sooooo big!!!" Random strangers come up to me, scoop me up and cuddle me. I've made friends with all my neighbors, who regularly tell Dina and Joe that they will puppysit me anytime, and that I should visit more often. Ira, at the antique shop on the corner, always runs out to give me treats. One woman, as she drove by in her minivan, even stopped the car in the middle of the street, rolled down the window, and called out telling me how cute I was! I have been told (and more than once) that I am the ultimate chick magnet.

4. I live in San Francisco. That means there's hiking, wine country, skiing, the beach, wonderful weather, and liberal politics (I am pro-dog-choice, after all). On what is typically a cold, snowy or rainy day for others, I spent a January Sunday doing this:



And this:











So, enough said. Or I mean, e-ruff said.