Easter

Saki sometimes stops to sit near me, and then he's off again. Shane, he just wants be go inside. Ari followed us with her camera and took these shots today. She calls them "headshots," you know, like we're movie stars.

Easter Sunday. Lots of good smells--Shana's lasagne, Joan's cake. And the sun was out, the wind blowing like crazy, and everything was bright and clean after the rain--lots of rain last night.

I'm getting a waistline, and so is Shane, but I've been trying to compensate for this diet by eating dirt. Love that dirt. Joan doesn't like it when I eat dirt.

"Don't I feed you enough?" she asks, exasperated.

Well, just because the vet said I'd feel better if I were thinner, doesn't mean I feel better. I mean, I don't see the vet losing any weight.

So, do you think the Obamas' new dog looks like me? I'm sort of flattered that they're getting a dog with my black-and-white patches. Well, I wish them all great happiness. Maybe they should also get a shelter dog. I used to be a shelter dog, and I think we're a good deal.

Best wishes to everyone, Juno