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, March 30, 2006

Furry Hoover

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Decisions



Last night the "special vet" who is an expert in "chinese medicine" said my diet needed a slight revision in its protein content. Now I have two proteins to select from. A hard decision indeed.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Bad Dog



Who would have thought such a sweet face would be the source of so much anger? Well, I heard Kat on the phone talking about boot camp.

Bad Dog Apology

Dear Katie,

I am truly sorry that I not only relieved myself in several areas of your beautiful home but that I bit you (hard) on the knee cap without any warning. Kat is very angry and upset with me now and as punishment I will not be coming into the gallery for awhile. I've been a bad dog and I know it.

Fickley yours,

Nigel M. Pants

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Priorities

Kat is upset with me because I did not bark at the rat that ran past us last night. She had to call Uncle B out to escort us back into the house. I chose, instead, to sniff a crumpled snickers wrapper during this crisis. You just can't win with her.

It takes talent




I'm known in the small and exclusive dog community in which I circulate as being able to sleep anywhere at anytime.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Good Weekend


This is my Olan Mills Portrait. I wanted Kat to blow it up to 40 x 30 inches, frame it, and replace her New Catalogue photograph with it. She refused.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Making Plans for Nigel

My three devoted readers may wonder why I have been absent from the blog recently. Could it be because I was just casually abandoned for 12 days (without internetacess) while Kat gallivanted at an art fair? Fortunately for her I like "adventure" not to mention being watched in several different places by several different people without any indication of routine or fixed schedule. In the car for a quick ride to the southside to pick up rent from a run down apartment building? sure! Watching endless episodes of the first season of Lost? no problem! It doesn't matter that I already know what happens to Claire. Having to be carried all the way to the dog park because I am too lazy to walk? hell yes!
The key is to keep busy if you know what I mean. I've often found that hiding my greenies and nylabones in various places around the apartment and the gallery and then not just FINDING them but moving them a couple of inches away from their original spot is basically like a full time job without health benefits. Another hobby I've recently gotten into is digging in areas that are basically impenetrable. On more than one occasion I've dug at the corners of my bed and looked up and whoa - a whole 20 minutes has passed. All of these tips and more can be found in the book that I'm currently ghost writing: "Confessions of a Disoriented Dog" . Now if you'll excuse me I have to take care of some wall I haven't barked at yet and a couple of greenies to hide in the laundry hamper.