I LOVE YOU AUNTIE LAZE!

Please come see me again! Love, Willow-Pickle

Friday night at the Enchanted Chalice Renaissance Festival

L-R: Magic, Auntie Robin, Me, Mommy, Odin, Auntie Laze, and Bo and Auntsie

One and a half...wolfhounds

Odin (greyhound-wolfhound cross), Mommy, and me getting our hike on at Reedy River Falls in downtown Greenville. So what if it isn't really a hike and if the waterfall is LITERALLY in the middle of downtown?

Birthday Walkies Downtown

On the lookout for Auntie Laze...

Happy New Year!

I love my Auntie Laze, even when she sits on me...and doesn't share the champagne.

Chicken Feet?

Don't mind if I do...look, I'm sitting...seriously, though?

Book Signing at the Holiday Bazaar

Odin, Fletcher, Bean, ME, Magic, Petey, Lightning, Isabelle, and Sydney
(oh, and Auntie Laze, Mommy, Auntie Suzie, Uncle Brian, and Auntie Robin)

Mutt Strut-ing, Celtic Sighthound Style

I let him go first.

Anderson, SC St. Patrick's Day Parade

Me, Mommy, Magic Two-Toes and Auntie Laze with, oddly enough, a Scottish bagpiper. 
At an Irish Parade. I haven't figured that out yet.

Me and Mommy and part of the Greyhound Crossroads crewe...
Tallest in the back, they said...

One of my most favouritest people...

...is my Auntie Laze.  LOVEYOUMAN!

Beachy Bryn

Also known as what Mommy shows ANYONE who says 

"Oh, I've always wanted an Irish Wolfhound..."

Sandy Paws 2016

I reached the beach, though in this picture I only managed a sunbeam.
What's Spanish Moss and why does Mommy say I'm made of it?

This is what Daisy and I thought of the NON beach time.

Not bad sharing a room with Daisy, we had our own beds.
 Poor Mommy and her lack of legroom.

I met a new friend there. Her name is Prudence and SHE is a deerhound.
I am a wolfhound. Big difference.

The back porch, where we ate and stared longingly at the indoors.

I really was sorry about taking up all of the bed. See? There on my face? That's the sorry.

Wishes...

1. That my hair would always blow like this.
2. That I didn't always have a puppy photobomber.
Just kidding, love you, Fletcher.

Does this Mommy make my butt look big?

Mountain Hounds Adventure, Part One

Are we there yet?

Hey, Auntie Laze...

Let's go run around Paris Mountain again, okay?

Camp Dunne: Ground Patrol

All but Bryn were sort of walking in formation, but not our Beastie.  Of COURSE she wasn't.

I'm sure it was here...

but now all I see is that I'm taller than ALL OF YOU!

So I think hiatus no longer covers it...

LOOK! 

I'm so upset over how my Mommy has neglected my blog that my ears fell off.

Okay, not really.  But I am a bit upset.  Sadly I don't have thumbs...or fingers...and I can't really spell, so I wouldn't have much luck updating it on my own.

For your trouble, and the dire concern I'm sure was raised in your heart at my absence from your computer screens, I'm making Mommy post extra things in THIS post in the hopes that she will learn her lesson and keep this blog up to date.

I don't hold out much hope that it will work, but you never know.

Please enjoy these scenes from the past few months:

I ate NEITHER the tree nor the tree skirt that Mommy put on me like I was going to get my hair done in 1955.  I was sorely tempted on both fronts, however... especially after this picture was taken.

What I did instead was spin around and around because that stupid skirt kept following me and I couldn't shake it.  You would think it would have gotten dizzy at some point, but nope.

Mommy put it on Daisy too, but she made me promise not to let Mommy put THAT picture in the blog or she would tell Mommy and Daddy about all the times that I have snuck into their room and...

Wait, nothing to see here, moving on.  Christmas!  Christmas!  Look down there...

We had some visitors for Christmas.  As you can see, we all tried our hypnotic eye powers on Mommy but NONE of us got any of her food.

Now at some point last year Daisy got to go to the vet but came back short one tooth, and sometimes I
think she gets sad about that.  It could also be the numerous Elvis jokes that Mommy makes now, but I'm not sure. To be honest, I don't know who Elvis is.







This picture was taken by my Auntie Laze and Mommy loves it because she says she always takes "Walking Away Pictures" with her hounds.  Whatever.


That day was awesome, we went hiking and I got to smell lots of new smells and see different dogs and my "Michigan Aunties" went with us.  Only thing that might have made it better is if Millie could have gone...

Durango and Sydney came with my Michigan Aunties.  Have you ever tried to keep pace with another dog that is 1/100th your size?

It snowed some this year but not as much as last year.  There was nothing really for me to play in, and by play in, I mean eat.

Seriously.  Keep your Ben and Jerry's.  I'll take fresh snow out of my backyard, please.  Good stuff.

I did a lot of this from January to now. Only sometimes I was lying down while watching the Squirrels on the deck.  I need to make a note to teach Mommy how to say that word properly.


Only Daddy says it the right way.

The marvelous creature under my torso here is Duke...I don't know what it is about him but...I love him.

I'm a little concerned that he doesn't feel the same way, though.



Not sure what makes me worry, exactly...



So that's what's been up with me for a few months.  A lot of sleeping and general destruction.  Stuffies have been destuffed, tennis balls have been broken in half.  You know, the usual.  I promise to keep Mommy on track.  And with that...on to the next!  I've got an episode of The Following to watch while she works.

Cheers!
Bryn the Muppet

And now, the dog that made me fall in love with fuzzy...

Laze and Robin's boy Odin.  Part Wolfhound, Part Greyhound, All Gorgeous and Awesome.