Dog days of summer

I went to my first pool party today, at Katie and Jamie's palatial apartment complex. I also dipped my feet in a pool for the first time. Have you noticed how easy it is to have a first when you're only 11 weeks old?

Anyway, when Mom put me in the pool, for a second I though it was bath time and she had really messed up the water temperature. Then I thought maybe I had been crying too much and looked around for the burlap sack. But there was none -- and there wer a lot of potential witnesses around -- so I was OK.

So the last thing that happened was I met someone my own age (see the last picture). As you can see, he was slightly friendlier than me. He can also walk, which made me really jealous, because you know, people drop food all the time.

Which reminds me, I didn't get the hot dog. Next time.