What? Does my face break the camera?

Hello my friends. You may be wondering why you haven't heard much from me lately. As you know, Mommy's been very busy working. She even took me to work last Friday. But since then, she hasn't taken a single photo of me. 

She went to get her hair colored on Thursday night at this cool place called the Red Market Salon in the Meatpacking District.  It's cool because it's open really really late. Like, from 2:-- p.m. until midnight!
Just look at those nice smooth wood floors. Perfect for playing catch! And she even brought along my favorite tennis ball. I was really good and quiet for the first hour (Mommy's hair takes a LONG time) but then the second hour, everyone was playing with me and I was running all over the place! I had a blast! They said I was the cutest dog they'd ever seen there. 

But did Mommy take a single photo of me? No!

She didn't take me to work this Friday. And after work, she went and had physical therapy for her dumb ankle. Did she bring me? No! And guess what? One of her exercises, she has to stand on her bad foot and throw a ball into a net. I could totally rock that!

Then she went to a place called Rescue Beauty Lounge and got a manicure with this green color called Recycle. Looks like green grass to me. Like the grass in the park where she could have taken me to play, instead of getting her paws painted...
But no! To add insult to injury, she went over to Asta's house without ME! And stayed and hung out with Asta and her 2-leggeds and didn't come home until it was time for our last walk of the evening. 

We walked Asta and her 2-leggeds part of the way back home. Did she take any photos of me?

NO!

On Saturday morning, we went to the dog run. But it was soooo humid and there were NO tennis balls to play with and only one other doggie, Libby, who is on week 3 of "mouse-watch." She just sits with her nose in the far corner of the run like she's on time-out and waits for a mouse that she saw for a nanosecond last month! It was no fun. And no photos. 

This is an old one from weeks ago. In the afternoon, the rains arrived from Hurricane Hanna. 

Look what I had to wear when we went for a REALLY short walk around 7:00. (Note: This is NOT a new photo either.) It was raining really hard so I just left one fast pee-mail and we scooted back inside.

Around 11:00, the rains had stopped and we went for our last walk of the night with Bear. We walked past some people hanging outside Cafe Cluny and I did my business and Mommy was tossing away the poop bag and when she turned around, she made eye-contact with this little girl:

Actually, Mommy was surprised that Mary Kate was almost adult size. Okay, pre-teen size. MK smiled at me but did she take my photo? NO! (Mommy read today in the paper that one of the scruffy boys she was with was Chase Crawford. He just looked like any other scruffy boy.)

Sunday was bright and sunny and no humidity! So did we get to spend the day together? NO!

First, Mommy was off to church to teach Sunday School  Naturally, she didn't take me (although when I was a puppy, she did bring me to an evening meeting after she picked me up from doggie day care!)

Here's what I was doing...

It's Spring '09 Fashion Week in New York, so after church, did Mommy come home? NO! She went to the Charles Nolan fashion show. I'm a fashion hound. Did I get invited? No!

But look who was one of the models! It was Dara Torres who won Olympic Gold in Beijing!!! She walked the runway twice, with her adorable toddler. The first time, she had on an old-fashioned style swimsuit and Mommy said her legs were phenomenal! I have to go with what she told me, because I wasn't there! 

Isn't this a pretty dress that Dara wore the second time she walked the runway? Mommy talked to her backstage afterwards and asked her what was scarier—this or Beijing? She laughed and said, "Beijing....but those heels were pretty scary!"

So did Mommy come home afterwards and take me to play along the river? No!

Here's what I was doing...
...while Mommy dashed in a cab to South Street Seaport to participate in a reading of Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself." There are 52 verses and Mommy read...verse #50. 
FINALLY, she got home around 6:30. We went for a quick walk - no camera, natch! - and then came home for dinner. 

Guess what I did?
Mommy just got something called Photoshop on her computer, so MAYBE this week we'll have some photos from our awesome Boys-Only trip to Las Vegas. In the meantime, maybe I can do something so cute she'll have to take some new photos of me!