The house guest has returned home. I'll definitely miss having her around. But for now, let's just enjoy this moment of peace and quiet.

There's no better birthday than a dogdiggity birthday! Happy Birthday, Daddy!!!

10 days of this?!?! Lord help me!

I'm giving Mabel lessons on how to sit still and be lady-like. So far: questionable progress.

Aside from being a little homesick, and sporting a funny hairdo, our house guest, Mabel, seems quite nice.

We have a house guest. In addition to my regular duties, I now have to watch the prisoner, I mean, visitor.

Uh-oh, the photographer's getting arty again.

We are currently experiencing technical difficulties.

The photographer's computer is in the shop.

I'm still posing for my photo every day, but the photographer won't be able to process them and post them until her computer comes back.

Why do I keep working with these amateurs? One word: kibble.

The computer is back! The photographer is scrambling to catch up. Though not in the systematic and orderly way I would do it, but in her own hodge-podge, mish-mash, eat dessert before dinner way.

Parliament buildings? Bor-ing.

Whisked away to Victoria! The hotel had a special blanket, bowl and cookies just for me! I think I'll ask for champagne in my water dish.

Sometimes a city dog longs for the country.

Look into my eyes...you are helpless to resist...do exactly as I say...

There's that sound again...buzzzzzzzz...

Tall grasses make me very serious.

Oh, Canada!

It's always the perfect time for an old lady nap.

An old salty seadog down on the dock.

Snout Show!

Dogs in SPAAAAAAAAAAACE!

You can take the cowgirl out of Alberta, but you can't take the Alberta out of the cowgirl.

More teeter! More totter!

Behold, a breathtaking blossom! Oh yeah, and there are some flowers behind me.

Very busy. No time to talk. Gotta run.

I think I look just like him! Happy Father's Day!

A dog on a log? I think she's getting these ideas from Dr. Seuss.

Unbeknownst to most folklorists, in addition to an impressive tail and irresistable song, a mermaid may also boast a coat of golden fur.

Flashing my Friday smile on Thursday.

But really, I just pretend to be blind for the extra treats. You know, you're much quieter than the other dogs here. Strong, silent type, am I right?

Getting my porch dog on.

The photographer came back from Calgary with a new lens. Time to break out the serious poses!

They're back! Finally! I think they're happy to see me.

The babysitter keeps me in smiles. And when I fall asleep, I dream I'm in Calgary.

My very own babysitter! And so pretty! Mom and dad are off to Calgary. I'll try my best to miss them. (love-at-first-sight photo taken yesterday)

Any minute now, a new babysitter is coming over to meet us. I'm not sure why. We don't even own any babies.

Maybe I'll spend my retirement years hopping box cars and riding the rails.

I hope my new shifty-eyed friend is doing okay. I was going to let her play with my toys today.

Someone followed us home. Daddy fed her my food and gave her a water bowl. Now he's letting her sleep over. I'm not sharing my toys; she looks shifty.

Cotton candy ice cream!? Okay, stay cool, be lady-like. Must. Remember. Manners. Tastes. So. Delicious. Can't. Resist!

Am I shrinking or are these things getting bigger!?

As the photographer's full-time nurse, I keep a watchful eye.

Another goodie from the archives because the photographer's still sick. And I miss my daddy!

The photographer's down with the flu, so here's a b-side from the archives.

Mosquitoes be damned, I'm enjoying this sunset.

TADA! Okay, I didn't really slide down the slide. But I can! I just need suction cups, a crash helmet, some lofty pillows, and disability insurance.

Galloping through the 'hood.

Cue the Littlest Hobo theme song.

Sun on my fur, a cool breeze off the river...life is good.

Gas up the station wagon, I'm fading back to the 1970s.