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Momma's birthday

This year daddy hid the credit card so we couldn’t go shopping fro momma’s birthday. Drats! Maybe next year we’ll be back at Tiffany’s.

Instead, this year daddy bought mommy pretty orange flowers. (Actually, said Brown, those are peach roses) and a big bottle of perfume, (Bulgari Jasmin Noir, to be exact, said Brown.) It makes her smell delicious! PLUS daddy took her to dinner at COCO500 AND on a shopping spree! We’re sure she had a really awesome birthday, because she smiled all weekend long.

But something tells us, she still likes a little blue box better.

Happy Halloween!

This year we each got a new toy rather than candy for Halloween-Flat, yellow, evil kitties. Yesss! Mommy thought it was better for our teeth. But the way we play, daddy's not so sure!

Fleet Week: Now Daddy's Favorite Weekend too!

Mommy & Daddy had friends over for a roof party. We had to stay in the condo, but could hear the noise flying above. Daddy snapped a ton of pictures.

Wahhhooooooo! Sooooooo cool!

I (Rocco) want to be a fighter pilot when I grow up!

Top Gun-Top Dog!

Happy birthday Daddy!

Today is daddy's birthday and he & mommy are dressed up to go out to dinner. They're walking to Cortez near Union Square. We can't wait till they get home with our doggy bag! Our mouths are already watering!

Our arch nemesis: The Sheltie

By now you know we really are not found of other dogs. We tolerate each other…and we try & be good when Luna and Lester visit. But we REALLLY go ballistic when we run into Pip, the Sheltie that lives in our building.

Mommy says Pip is a gentle lad with very good manners. He barely gives us a second glance when we launch into our ear piercing barking-in-unison. And he never, ever barks back.

We think he’s a scaredy-cat. Or maybe just old and hard of hearing.

Mommy thinks we’re frightened by other dogs and barking is our defense mechanism. We really thought mommy was smarter than that…

Who tooted?

This morning when I (Rocco) was laying on the bed waiting for daddy to get dressed to take us potty, I tooted. Whoops. Daddy busted me, so I quickly looked around as if to say: What was that? I guess he didn’t fall for it…instead he started laughing and told mommy.

I wish I could tell him: "It’s your fault! Hurry up, I gotta go!”