Should I or shouldn't I?

I just look so damn handsome in this picture.

As Julie types this, I am laying in my back with all four legs in the air. I feel the need to air out once in awhile. What can I say? It has been awhile since I've had a bath, which is A Okay with me! I like to stink.

One issue I need to discuss on my blog is the fact that I need more walks. I currently get two walks a day, which is up from just one a day not too long ago. I basically pester the you know what out of Brad until he gives in and takes me. Heh heh. Question is, should I go for three?

I don't know that I need a third walk a day, but the power I get from demanding and getting my way is addicting. I cannot explain it. I just get high from it.

What to do?

A Pig on a Beach

Brad and Julie Griswold have been at it again. While I was at home keeping a close eye out for the orange kitty who thinks my backyard is some kind of extreme adrenaline rush for him, they got to see this. Oh. MY. Word. I would have totally lost my sh...ahem...composure if I saw this effer on the beach. Who takes a pot-bellied pig to the beach? It is just all kinds of wrong. Beaches are for dogs and humans. NOT farm animals, and certainly not KITTIES.

I hate kitties.

With all the traveling and whatnot, Julie has been ignoring my blog. How am I supposed to become famous I ask you?

I am so neglected.

Poor shiny-coated, magnificent, bastard that I am.