Happy Hour at Milton’s Tavern, Prospect Hill

He smells something. You can see it in his eyes and that crook in his muzzle. Though he’ll bark at the slightest whiff or rustle, you can bet you’re a heckuva lot safer while he’s around.

My friend’s parents have this little fella. His name is Buddy. When you ask him a question in the right tone, his head does an adorable tilt. Maybe you’ve seen a similar thing with pugs. If not, here’s an excellent video example. But in this photo (and like the ‘cat on post’ before), this is [...]

At the barber shop.

Either he thinks I have a treat, or a squirrel is about to pop out of my hat.

He wonders.