The American Canine

Hello, world. It is me, Henry, and I'm going to give you my version of the holiday weekend. First of all, my Missouri Grandma sent me and Sammy matching bandannas to wear in honor of the red, white, and blue. The first picture is my least favorite because my scarf is WAY too big and it swallows me whole. I'm so embarrassed please don't flame me:)

But then mommy fixed it and I look like a pimp again.

Sam is always hungry and licking his lips, even during our photo-ops. Sometimes I'm afraid he will eat me.
Then on Friday afternoon, Mom and Dad tricked me into a car ride to see some friends. Their buddy Charlie was in town for the weekend so they wanted to hang out for a bit. No big deal, right? WRONG. Take a look at this monster:

His name is....wait for it, wait for it.... Kevin. He is a 7 week old Soft Coated Wheaton Terrier and Charlie has no idea what's coming in the months ahead. I guess he's pretty cute but he annoyed the crap out of me. Look at this face and tell me he's not frightening:
Of course, Mom immediately asked Dad if we could add to our own family. He shot her down in no time, though, thank goodness. Something about potty training, lack of sleep, and yelping. Here are some visual examples of how crazy this puppy was about me. I can't say that I blame him, though, since I usually have to fight all creatures off with a stick:
After he chased me around and tried to milk me [!] I had to lay the smack down and I growled really loudly, then swiped my paw at his little head. That taught him a lesson or two and then he stayed away from me. Henry: 1, Kevin: 0.
Then Kevin stole my Mom away for awhile and she cooed at him like a baby. Henry: 1, Kevin: 1.
Geez, even Dad would pet Kevin more than me, his own son. Can you believe it?

Please, Mom, don't pretend like you love me. I refuse to look at the camera for you.
Here is Kevin with his Dad, Charlie. So far puppy-dom is treating them okay except for the poopy crate and difficulties sleeping alone. Ah, to be young and free again.

But the best part of my day was when I had to take a leak. So I was going about my business like usual, when Kevin decided to stick his head under my legs to 'milk' me again [I guess I look like his mother?]. My hot stream hit him directly on his little puppy face and he was dripping with my markings. I own him. Henry: 2, Kevin:1. Eat that, little puppy!
So yes, I ruled the holiday weekend, as always. I wonder if I can pee on my parents' future human babies, too? Do you think that would go over well, to prove my dominance? Just a thought.