Who's Numero Uno???

The beagle, that is!
Best in SHOW!!! How you like me now???

I'm Sorry...

But I really am so proud: (in The New York Times, even!)

The Perfect Present

I couldn't think of a better present to give Dina on her birthday than this:"Uno", the beagle, placing Best in Group at the Westminster Dog Show. Go beagle go!! Best in Show here we come!!!

Ok, It's Not Just Dina

Evidently, Joe likes to get stoopid, too.

You Can Almost See Me...

If you look very carefully, I'm the furry head at the bottom:

Avery, Julien, Wyatt, Uncle Jon, Liam, Zoe & Zadie (or is that, Zadie, then Zoe?)

Don't feel sorry for me, though. I had a blast at this belated holiday get together, even if I was ignored. These tots dropped so much food on the floor! There was no way Dina or Joe could regulate my caloric intake that night!

So Bored by Their Antics

We all go a little stir crazy when Joe goes away for one of his "business trips" (read: see second wife in China, eat dumplings, get massage, happy ending only few RMB more). I know for a fact that I get walked less, I get less treats, I get less cuddling, I get one less face to lick clean...well, what I get is basically that I don't get anything much! But can't we all just take a chill pill while he's gone? Let's just relax and hang out. Do we have to get stoopid (and yes, it's deserving of the the double-o's)?You'd think they never seen a camera before. Note me, in the background, showing them that I'm too cool for this shit.

House Rules

Whenever we visit my grandma in Los Angeles, there are some house rules:

1. Don't lay on the white couches.
2. Don't pee on the Moroccan rug.
3. Don't poop in the house, anywhere.
4. Don't eat the cat food.

Some would say *F* that noise. But I just say, feel free to call me rebel.

Check me out grandma...and I was just running around in your dirty ivy before this pic.

Happy Holidays!

I'm off to L.A., to spend time licking some L.A. sweat off of my relatives, play with my cousin Kona, and beg for some pupperoni from my Uncle Davy. Hope my readers, whomever you are, bring in the New Year with a blast!

To look forward to in 2008 for me?

1. A diet (I'm officially fat. I got weighed at the doctor's yesterday and am 2 pounds overweight).
2. A new little brother (I will try to be nice, I will try to be nice, I will try to be nice).
3. Lots of continued romps by me and new adventures.

4. And...a new career in modeling. How do you like my first shot?

Just kidding, modeling & fat don't mix, so I choose fat.

Although this picture was taken by my awesome photographer, Diana Schneider.

Take a Holiday Picture for Mommy!!!

They haven't taken a picture of me in, like, however old Wyatt is. But come December, Dina's all excited about taking pictures of me again. The issue? She wants me to take pictures with Wyatt. I mean, I'm all good with the kid when he has cheese all over his face, but otherwise, you keep to your corner, I'll keep to mine.

Apparently, Wyatt's as excited about taking pictures with me as I am with him.

Conversation in the Car

Wyatt: yah yah yah yah dee dee dee.

Dina: Wyatt, say Mama.

Wyatt: doo doo

Dina: Wyatt, say Mama. Ma-ma.

Wyatt: plffffffffffbbbbbbbttt (also known as a rasberry).

Dina: Wyatt, say Mama! Say Mama!

(After continuing on like this for a good 5 minutes):

Dina: Fine. Wyatt, say TicTac.

Wyatt: TicTac.

That's my boy folks, that's my boy!!!

Apparently, We Like Penises (Or is that Penii?)

Baby number 2 is a boy!

Wyatt's First Word!!!

You can all try to guess. Was it Dada? Mama? No? Hi? Oh my friends, you are all so wrong. So very very wrong. A testament to his intelligence (which I now believe is high), his first articulated word (and where he knew what it meant) was:

TICTAC!!!

Oh yes, who's the dog now?! I think I'm actually starting to like the kid...

Although I don't really appreciate it when he spanks me.

Beaglefest 2007

Oh, some people like to spend their weekends in Napa, sitting on Duckhorn's veranda trying the new Cabernet. Or some people like to hit Target and Home Depot in Daly City. Us? We like to hit Beaglefest!!!

Held twice a year at a park in Sausalito, let's just say Beaglefest is where beagles can come together and celebrate their common heritage. Sniffing is allowed. Baying is encouraged. And begging for food expected. Here's how I enjoyed my Saturday:

I'm cuter than these guys, right?

Family shot, Wyatt and I wondering "What the heck is going on here?"

Getting together for the group shot

Costume contest (I'm serious)

Still wondering what's going on

Me & Joe, front and center for the group shot

Mas perros

I used to think I was special, until I saw all of these guys

Some people go back to their homeland to get in touch with their roots, I just go to Beaglefest.

EARTHQUAKE!

Yikes, another earthquake!! This time a 5.6 a couple of nights ago, centered outside of San Jose. Joe, Dina, and I were watching Beauty and the Geek (ok, who was really watching that show? Take a wild guess!). And then the jolt. We all looked at each other. Then the rumble (which Dina says is usually how you can guess how it's going to go. If, after the rumble, there's more, then move it! If the rumble stops, that's it, save for some aftershocks). The whole house shook (see what happens when you're in a house and not some floor of an apartment building anymore? You feel earthquakes!). Then there was another little ramble -- and that's when Dina and Joe said "Go get him!" They ran upstairs, heard some crash, but when they went into Wyatt's room, with the hallway light blazing, he was still asleep...soundly.

The crash came from this, the one casualty of the night (which Dina thinks is HILARIOUS):For those of you who can't figure it out, this is Joe's hockey trophy for winning 1st place in their league. Joe's not entirely convinced that Dina didn't throw it down when he checked on Wyatt.

P.S. When Joe went to go check on Wyatt later, and tiptoed in w/ the hallway lights dimmed, Wyatt immediately woke up and sat up. Weird kid.

Happy Halloween!

From your furry friends!Football player, no uniform or pads necessary.

Rooooaaarrr!

No Genetic Testing Necessary

Guest blog from Dina & Joe:

Sometimes we wonder if Wyatt's really our son. He doesn't really look distinctly like either of us. He's super chill and laid back. He doesn't complain. He hardly cries. He sleeps more hours in one night than Joe does for 2 days. We just wonder, wow! Where is this kid from???

But then, every once in awhile, there's a glimpse. And then we know...Yup! This is definitely our boy!

Best Friends...He Thinks

Wyatt thinks we're best friends. Maybe it's because we do everything together.

We take baths together:
We play eat together (fried rice on this occasion):
And we play with toys together:So sure...we're best friends, I guess. Best friends from a 2 foot distance.

Waiting for the Great Pumpkin...Head

Dina, Joe & Wyatt had their first family outing to a pumpkin patch last weekend. I wasn't invited. They thought I would run rampant among the pumpkins and scare the little kids (because you know, all the fake skeletons, ghosts and witches wouldn't do that already!). I am, however, invited to select our Christmas tree, so I'll just sit here holding my breath until December.

They brought home no less than 5 pumpkins. Why? Well, if you're asking why, then you obviously don't know Dina...

Anyway, they apparently had a great time. Wyatt and Dina wore orange to celebrate the occasion, and Joe reveled in seeing his 2 loved ones (I would say "most loved ones" except I'm the most loved!) in his favorite color, orange.

Wyatt, contemplating whether his head is bigger than all these pumpkins.

Wyatt, happy that his head is not bigger than at least 1 pumpkin there!!!

1 Year Old, Big Brother, and Bobblehead

I may have bad breath, but I'm no bobblehead!

Wyatt's having a banner month. He turned 1 year old. He found out that he's going to be a big brother. And, he had his 1 year doctor's appointment. Here are the stats:

He's in the 3rd percentile of height for babies his age (that's midget-sized, folks).

He's in the 5th percentile of weight for babies his age (those are chicken legs, folks). AND...

He's in the 80th percentile for head circumference.

Which means...he's a bobblehead. At least, that's what his pediatrician told Dina and Joe. No, really. I'm not kidding. He said that!!!

Son of a B*tch!

That's it! Stick a fork in me, I'm done. I was brought into this family an only child, and I intended it stay this way. I was a good sport. That night that Dina and her ballooning stomach disappeared and Joe came home the next day with a blanket with a new smell. I thought it was a present, and I gamely sniffed it and slept on it. Only to find out that the smell on the blanket belonged to this little thing called Wyatt, who no longer is little, is fast approaching my weight and height, and is starting to get grabby with those grubby fingers of his (he picked my nose the other day, no really, he did; you can pick your nose and you can pick your dog, but you can't pick your dog's nose!). I mean, I'm barely getting used to the kid.

And what do they do? They do this:

Due date: April 4, 2008

The next time the back gate is left open, I am so out of here. I could live as a dog on the mean streets of San Francisco. I might miss my wireless internet, but I could still do it...

Wyatt celebrated his 1st birthday by sharing the news

Supposedly, still part of the family...