Hi, all. This is Ziggy, quite possible Seattle's Cutest Puppy.
I get, "Awwww, cuuuuuuute puppy!" remakrs from people I don't even know. Virtual strangers, who look like they might otherwise pass by Jamie without so much as a "have an apple," stop, lean over, and pat pat pat me on the head. Well-mannered children even want to play with me.
And who wouldn't?
Roster of puppy activities, as documented by Jamie's somewhat lacking iphone skills. (This would be a lot more interesting if I had command of her iphone. Namely, I wouldn't be bothering you with pictures. I would be telling you how much fun I had chewing half a grand worth of plastic and electronic bits.)
Any way. I digress:
I also lay in repose:
And I'm an expert in "crashing out":
Did I mention I also play? I am a fiend? And a human finger/toe/clothing seeking little missile. Not that you can tell from any of my videos, as I'm having technical difficulties (hey, I am only a puppy folks; did you master web browsing, blogging and video-publishing all in the first 8 weeks of your life? I rather thought not.)
I promise to
Ziggy, who does more than sleep, I promise
P.S. Jamie says something about having me "obedience trained." There's that "training" thing she clearly can't disavow herself of. Foolish woman. If only I had opposable thumbs, I would not have left the kennel door open last night after a late night trip to the loo. This "obedience" book, as Jamie has it, suffered said fate:
Book, zero. Ziggy, one. (And yes, Jamie woke up before I managed to consume the whole dull cellullose lot. Why do people keep these things around, any way? So