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.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Carrot Baby

I believe that a healthy, balanced diet combined with exercise, such as my well-known, only available on infomercial butt exercise, is the key to a lively livable long-lifed life.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006


Thursday, April 13, 2006


Goal: to terrorize the streets by running up and down barking at everyone on and off the sidewalk, unleashed a plus - lunging and growling optional.

Advantage: Small, white, seemingly cute, stubby legs, waddles like a piglet, droopy eyes.

Strategy: escape when Kat goes to her car or walks out to talk to someone - timing is imperative, must be ready to launch at anytime - sleeping or not and must have capacity to narrow body through cracked doorways as well as opened closed doors.

Time: 48 seconds

Caution: distractions that may lead to capture include grass, garbage, other dogs, squirrels.

Status: Mission accomplished April 12, 2006. 18:05:23

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Day 3

Monday, April 10, 2006

I hate you

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Nigel takes a bath

Kat was so busy taking photographs of me in the bath that I had plenty of time to plot my escape to my sanctuary under the bed.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Something to Remember

I've been really into Madonna lately. However, I prefer the real thing over Kat singing to me in the car. Her pitch is a little off.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Alien Dog

Adri, this one is for you.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Working for the Weekend

Didn't get any sleep because I had to protect the apartment from a long-legged beauty by the name of Michelle who just walked right in like she owned the place. Same goes for another one of Kat's friends, an "MA candidate" from "Yale". Fun, scary, but exhausting.

Pranced around with some limited edition Nikes.

Played with George and watched him eat most of my food that I had stashed away for emergencies.

Barked at the cat across the street.

Barked at a black pug who I thought was George but he turned out to be a crude imposter.

Watched two weeks worth of the Sopranos.

Do you know that there is a reason why "terrier" and "terror" are similar words?

Saturday, April 01, 2006


My new best friend is George. He lives upstairs but travels often. This week he came came over and stole one of my Greenies. He also drank my water and chewed on a couple of my toys. It's totally rad!!! Last night when Kat left the apartment George was just there behind our door - waiting. This happened three times actually. He opens doors. Pugs are very smart.