Tricks Are for Kids

In 2012, people tried to pull a lot of fast ones on me. One of the most popular was to try to get me to take a mid-day nap by pushing me around the neighborhood in my stroller until the gentle movement lulled me to sleep.  It was child's play, really.  After a while, I would start babbling as if delirious from exhaustion.  Then, just when my handler least suspected, I would climb out the back, ready to continue my day.  Hah!  Just because I'm only three years old doesn't mean I'm an idiot. Good luck to you all in 2013!

Merry Christmas and Goodnight!

 Ben and I just hopped on the computer to say goodnight after a long and fruitful day.  We hope you all received everything you asked for, like a robot, and a doggie, and a kitty, and a doll.

 I have no idea what's happening.

Don't forget to sneak that last piece of candy before heading off to bed -- even if you've already brushed your teeth. 

Let's do this again next year!

A Gentleman Caller

 An old friend came to visit on Saturday evening.  It was great to see Harry again, after such a long time, and we carried on like best buddies.

 I think he was taken with my charm and sly wit, if not my unrefined style.

And I can't deny that I may have feelings for him, too!

The Social Networker

 It's the holidays, so I've been making the rounds.  You know, partying with my friends.

 Here I am with my good pal Sloane.

 Sloane is hilarious.  She had me rolling on the floor laughing.

 I think she digs me.  I'm not sure, though; she's kind of subtle.

 It turns out the ladies can't keep their hands off of me.  Ooh, behave, Zoey.

But sometimes I just like to wind down at home in my jams.  Like Hef.

Swim, Gracie, Swim

 I had a substitute swim teacher this week.  He was a real task-master.

 He pushed me to do things I'd never done before, and I made a lot of progress, as you can see.

 But we had fun, too.

Here's a cute photo of Ben, so you know that the blog isn't just about me.

Santa Monica-Venice Christmas Run

 Ben and I ran in our first race on Saturday.  It was a real grind.  (I have no idea what these Petco "pets" had to do with the race, but I found them entertaining.)

 Aunt Kate came along, too.  Here we're all doing our pre-race stretching.

 I did some hydrating while I stretched.

 Ben just stretched.

 Santa showed up, of course.  He waved the runners across the finish line.  Mrs. Claus wasn't there.  She was probably back at the North Pole doing all of the real work that needs to be done in the weeks before Christmas while Santa makes his myriad personal appearances.  Seriously?

Mom and Aunt Kate had to hold me back at the finish; I was running such a blistering pace.  I can't wait for my next race.

A Certain Jolly Fellow and His Wife

 Christmas must be upon us, because all of a sudden I've been seeing Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus everywhere I turn.  The other evening, as we drove home from school, they passed us in their sleigh, waving as they went and accompanied by a police escort.  They must have been headed somewhere important.  Then, last evening, I ran into them again and had the chance to tell them what I want for Christmas.  But I'm not telling you.

And what a surprise, I also ran into my old friend Billie! We've both grown so much since we last saw each other, but it was just like old times, only we're both about a foot taller than we were back then.  She still has such great style. Don't be a stranger, Billie!