May the Force be with you

Cute am I. Photograph me you must. Remember always ...

“Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm.

And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is.

Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us.

Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.

You must feel the Force around you; here,

between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere, yes."

Yes, the Cute Force is strong in this one.

May the Force be with you as well.

Mom wins (this time)

Well, I have to admit it. In the cute competition, Mom wins this round.

Lookin' pretty good there Mom. Just wait until next time -- I'm gonna rise to the occasion.

Art ... and a cutie pie

Well, he's at it again.

Alpha took a perfectly good picture of moi, and messed with it.

But you know what? When you have naturally good looks, it doesn't matter.

Your cuteness shows through all of the alterations.

In fact, I'm the only thing that make his "art" look good (hee, hee).

And if you want to see me in my natural state, check it out:

Glistening

Yes, see how my fur, er hair, glistens in the morning sun.

Just helps to show of my cuteness, donchathink?

Too be late or not too be late?

Sometime, one's cuteness makes up for one's lateness.

I think you really must agree.

But nonetheless, I will tell Alpha to keep up with the blog, since I know my public demands it!

And lest he want me to break into my own version of Hamlet's soliloquy.

All done? Says who?

Don't think we're done playing Frisbee just because you say so, Alpha!

I'm ready to have some more fun!

And being simply the cutest thing on this earth, you really can't deny me, now can you?

I knew it!

Here's lookin' at you

Here's lookin' at you ... lookin' at me ;-)

Sometimes I am just too clever, don't you think?

And if not, at least we can all agree that I am just too cute!

Cutest thing ...

... since sliced bread.

OK. 'Nuff said.

Head of the class

Egad. Where's my body gone?

Oh well, I guess you could say I'm the head of my class (of Yorkies, that is).

Who needs all of those appendages to be cute?