Mousetrap...

Thank you all for your kind words about Beagadoon! It was indeed a labor of love, inspired by my own sweet Scots lass, Rosie.  There have been some suggestions about our next film —everything from HMS Pinafur to South Pawcific — it may take awhile before we embark on such a large project again!

Meanwhile I've been resting and relaxing since our premiere. (Be sure to visit Rosie's blog to see the two of us in our finery, walking the red carpet!) 

The other night, I was playing with my new wee mousie stuffie before I fell asleep....

I was really REALLY tired! Look at me — I'm practically upside down. Mommy said I was snoring away, twitching my paws and talking in my sleep.

Well no wonder! Look what I was dreaming about....


Just look at the size of my mousie!!! Not so "wee" anymore! (Mommy thought this photo should be titled "I smell a rat!" Actually, it was a very nice mousie.)

That's the last time I drink one of Lacie's Glenlivet smoothies so close to bedtime...

In other news....

I got some real mail the other day - addressed to me! It was from Stella and Stanley, the royal family of Gooberstan! Inside was a Christmas card that had been sent to the wrong address months ago. Plus some wonderful photos of my pals (I have the one of Stella and Stan in my wallet right now). AND.... TWO marvelous wonderful gooberlicious squeaky TENNIS BALLS!!!!

Can you see how I've already customized it, by removing strategic bits of green fuzz to add to its aerodynamic qualities? I loved my new squeaky ball so much, I started playing with it with the doorman in the lobby before we even went upstairs to our apartment. 

Now, there is a sad part to this story... That night, I was taking my ball with me for my late night walk. I like to do this, sometimes I show off for Bear or the doorman. I just keep my head down until we're outside then I look up at Mommy and smile and she says "Oh Petey!" because she knows I can't poo and hold a ball at the same time, which means she's probably going to be looking under cars to retrieve it for me. 

Anyhow, I was bouncing the ball around the park across the street when tragedy struck—the ball bounced through the iron railings of the fence around the park. I could SEE the ball, nestled in the dirt next to some daffodil shoots, but I couldn't get to it - not even after dragging Mommy around to all three of the entrances to the park. We went out the next morning, right after the park had opened but it was gone. 

Thank you for sending TWO balls, Stan and Stella. This time, I'll be more careful. 

Finally, for those of you who think that the streets of New York are paved with gold, well, you're close....

They're actually paved with copper—gazillions of copper pennies! 

Penny for your thoughts?