The Bush II Toy I Like

This is a Bush toy I like and am not irritated by like the Bush finger puppet. This one squeaks easily, at least for me. I do not have a mouth made for squeaky toys. I can rarely get a squeeze out of one and nor have I ever destroyed a toy like many dogs are known to do. This Bush squeaker is responsive in my jaws and so makes me feel like I am really playing with something alive and dying. I was given this toy during the 2004 presidential campaign. It was sold at a local chi-chi pet store here in Hoboken called Beowoof. They have great toys for the high society pet. The owners are also kind and helpful, not pushy or snooty like most of these stores can be. After Bush won the 2004 election for real that time, I personally was used as a comfort toy the day after to console my human companions who did not vote for Bush and were dismayed that their fellow citizens voted to keep him in office despite his disastrous presidency.
Look how beady his eyes are! As just half a torso and head, this Bush is not dangerous. All he can do is squeak and look shiny.
I am protecting my toy.

Life is Suffering...continued

Here I am with the Axis of Evil, an alternate version of reality, with Bush II in center, Cheney on my right and Rumsfeld on my left. These are finger puppets placed on top of me. This is a continuation of my human companion's project inspired by that book called something like "Crap on my Cat" which was supposedly artistic enough to be in a museum shop. Art is in the eye of the beholder. Anyway, these are finger puppet pieces-of-crap placed on me.
On the right one sees how dated these finger puppets are. See the one near my tail? That is John Ashcroft. True, he was simply replaced by another evil attorney general, but there he is, and not Alberto Gonzales. And of course Donald Rumsfeld finally got the ax. That took long enough. Regardless of their names, they all feel like crap on my back. I guess it is a little funny. Again, it is around 11:30 p.m. when I am too tired to resist. I must say that human is clever and cruel.
Above you can see close-ups of these stupid puppets.
Will this ever end? Above I am being subjected to a kiss of death from Bush II. I don't think he is as bad as everyone says he is. After all, there is something redeeming about him. He has two terriers of his own, the Scottish kind. They are named Barney and Miss Beazley. Have you ever seen their website? It is professional, unlike this one I am forced to have my name on. Oh the indignity. Check out Barney and Miss Beazley's website: http://www.whitehouse.gov/barney/
Will this end?

Life is suffering

One of my humans in my life discovered a silly little book at a photography museum store the other week that features photographs of stupid stuff placed on top of or worn by cats. I think it is called "Stuff on My Cat". It is funny I must say but I wish I was not the object of this project. There I was minding my own business sleeping in the bed when I was ambushed. Above and below I am appearing in "Stuff on My Dog", her homespun version. She plans to pursue this project in the late hours when I am sleepy and too tired to fight back. Here I am wearing a fez. Yes, a fez. A proper fez purchased in Istanbul, Turkey just for me. It was $3.00. I do wish she would just sell it. I am sure she'd make a profit selling them to all the chi-chi pet stores.

Happy Birthday to Me!

On the waterfront I am ready to celebrate my birthday.


I think I look good for my age. I turned 7 last week.
Against the Manhattan skyline and gazing up at my human companion and caretaker all these years I felt happy.


At this time late at night, no one cares, such that my usually law biding humans felt it was okay, especially in honor of my birthday. My birthday present was to go off-leash to my heart's content.

I think the demon within me was caught on camera here.

My human pack members went overboard photographing me with flash. Here I am squinting.

Here's a photography accident cool enough to post.

Though annoying in so many ways, I still appreciate all they do for me out of genuine love.

Even knowing I was going to vomit all the grass I was eating, they didn't stop me. It's all in the small things.

Sock Artwork

Though photographed separately in different rooms, this is one piece of artwork. I started with a pair of socks. The sock smell inspired me. I will leave the interpretation to you. The impact of art is determined by the observer of art. Below I am working on expressing myself.

I love working with this material. I have an instinct with it. Why I am drawn to socks and not sweaters or shoes I don't understand. Socks have become my medium.