Happy Mother's Day

Ahh, I was but a young pup then. I only knew my mother for a short while before I was weaned and went off with my human family.
But I still have fond memories of her feeding me and my brothers and sisters.
As mom always said, "If you drink your milk, you'll grown up to be big and strong
(which wasn't quite true. I drank the most milk and still turned out to be the runt of the litter...Oh well, mothers aren't always right).


And here I am with one of the humans from my new family...the little girl who became my surrogate mother. I love her and wish her a Happy Mother's Day, too.

Monkey Love: a Valentine's Day love story

I now have to take back all those bad things I said about monkeys in one of my previous posts.

Cupid's arrow has struck; and one of my canine brethren has fallen madly, publicly in love with...an orangutan (one of those [cough] 'higher' primates).

So forget for a moment the stories of Romeo & Juliet, Lancelot & Guinevere, Troilus & Cressida and revel instead in this modern-day tale of star-crossed, fur-entangled lovers.

Meet Surya and Roscoe: the monkey and the hound dog [click here.]

(and thanks to Uncle Eli for sending the story)

'Tis the season

I love Christmas. It's always warm and cozy sleeping under our Christmas tree and sometimes, if I'm lucky, I get to eat the crumbs that fall from the countertop while my humans make their annual Christmas cookies.
Come early January, though, I have to say 'goodbye' to my fir-ry friend and wait a whole year before I get to see him again.

Joyeux Noël, everyone!

And Happy New Year!

Snow day

Thanks to Mother Nature, I'm celebrating a wonderful white Christmas this year!

See pictures below of me romping through the snow last Sunday in Central Park.

And after hour or so of invigorating squirrel chasing, I stopped to enjoy some Christmas carolers strolling nearby:

The early winter sunset falling over Bethesda Fountain told me that it was time for me (reluctantly) to head home for the day.

Happy holidays from Skippy and from snowy New York!

Paw-lickin' good

Thanksgiving was a big success at my household, thanks to the scraps I found waiting for me on the table while nobody was looking.
(well...almost nobody)




I also found that, standing in my high-heels (miracle of miracles!!) I can reach the kitchen counter.
Oh bounteous glory! We give thanks for these, thy gifts.



And, of course, all this non-stop, gluttonous activity has to end with a nice long winter nap; lulled to sleep in the company of a good book (or three).