Life and Times of Mr. Nigel

Hello, my name is Nigel. I am a dashing young lad from the Westhighlands. I'm only four months, but my maturity level is probably that of a 50 year old.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Bless Me

Monday, July 24, 2006

Nigel's Favorite Things

If I were as rich and generous as Oprah and I could give my favorite things to all of my dog pals I would give:

1. Pizza
2. Potato Chips
3. Plastic hot dogs and porkchops
4. Squirrels
5. Loveseat cushions
6. Empty water bottles
7. Sigerson Morrison shoes
8. Q-tips
9. Beef Flossies
10. Gift certificates to Starbucks
11. Real hotdogs and porkchops

Thursday, July 20, 2006


Yesterday, we walked by a little kid and his dog, Fritz. The kid (he must have been five - tops)asked Kat if my name was Shenanigans.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Sometimes I get really irritated with Kat - she is all over me all the time like a bear over honey with the kissing and the hugging and the "hi baby" talk, I need my space occasionally. I'm worn out. I keep putting the dog whisperer book in places around the apartment where she'll take notice and maybe read it. I even highlighted the parts about not smothering your dog with attention.

It is really a very demanding occupation to be this adorable. Don't envy me.

Free Time

I do a lot of surfing of the internet when Mum's at work. I just got into this site:

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Non-Stop grunting

Last night we went on a walk with my friend George and he could barely breathe by the time we got to the end of the street. We kept having to stop every 10 feet so he could catch his breath. Good God George! I kept saying to him. I mean, he's like one of my best friends and all, but he is like the type of friend I have to hide my food from before he visits - you know? When we returned from our walk all he wanted to do was sit in front of the open refridgerator.

I like fashion

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Boot Camp

Remember the shows they aired on WGN and FOX that were basically reality TV shows that sent rebellious and generally very angry teenagers to boot camp to be rehabilitate and learn how to cope with their feelings as well as share their emotions with others? Well, this is basically what happened to me - for two weeks - but there was no sharing of emotions or TV cameras involved. And when my mom / kat got me back there were no tears of joy and promises never to hit my little sister or stay out past curfew. I did, however, thank her by tearing up the carpet in her closet. .

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

My Old Kentucky Home

I spent this past weekend at my newly discovered country home with Aunt Lacy. Lacy isn't that much older then me but by appropriate definition she is my aunt. The R&R included exploring both the front and back yards and repositioning ourselves on the front porch and then the back porch and then the front porch again. Lacy enjoys pool water as where I am partial to filtered or bottled water so no fun for me there. I did spent a lot of time seeing how far away from the house I could wander before Eric and Kat would freak out and frantically call my name. All in all a fairly relaxing weekend.

Barbaro across the board

Kat was pretty happy with the results of the derby. All I got was this button. I had my money on a Superfecta that included Sinister Minister. I usually pick my horses by name and color of jockey uniforms.