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Sunday at Cleo's house. The best day of the week! Center of attention. Sniff-worthy green grass. Space to run. All-day food buffet. I just needed to figure out direct access privileges. And of course Cleo! What could be better? Let's go, Mama! The second Aunty Bev opened the front door, I bolted inside to make my arrival known. Find Cleo. And start collecting all the love and back rubs waiting for me. But on this particular Sunday, my paws were so shocked by what my eyes

Mama decided I should take a multivitamin. Mama decided I should take Dog Is Human multivitamins. Mama decided I should do the 20-Day Challenge. Toffy decided nothing! Mama crossed off each day completed on the 20-Day Challenge card. But TOFFY ate the multivitamins each day for 20 days. Mama took the photo. But Toffy posed for the photo! More than just once! Mama emailed the photo to Dog Is Human. And Mama is getting a Starbucks gift card. But Toffy is getting NOTHING! D

It was the most beautiful day. So, I didn't mind that I'd been waiting outside on the front lawn for approximately forever. Mama and I were hosting brunch for Cleopatra Prada, Uncle David, and Aunty Bev. I couldn't wait for them to arrive. Finally, Cleopatra Prada was coming to my house. My garden. My Zen Den. It was going to be pawsome. But my thoughts about the day ahead were unexpectedly and abruptly interrupted. Toffy! OMG! You said you were ready! OMD! Mama is freakin

I had no idea it was going to be that kind of appointment. If I had — paws down, I would have been wearing my very best blue polka dot bow tie. The one I keep for only the most special of occasions. But I was not given the opportunity to make this decision. And this was a big mistake of my Mama! Because some things can't be redone — and this was one of them. And I walked into Dr. Davis's office looking like I did on any regular Tuesday when there would be nothing regular abo

Dear Cleopatra Prada. Definitely not. Hi Cleopatra Prada. No. Hi Cleopatra Prada, it's Toffy. OMD! What has happened to my super smart brain? It was working fine before I met Cleopatra Prada yesterday! But now it seemed to be on strike. So I closed my pawPad. What was the point? No words were popping that were of any use. But wait. What was that? A new idea in my head. My super-smart brain was clearly not completely on strike. A gift — that's genius! The right gift, I was

My garden pawty today was truly spectacular. With a birthday surprise I could never have imagined. Mama said it would be special! She didn’t disappoint. But then she never does. My day started with a VIP grooming. I hate to admit it was worth all the discomfort because when it was finally over, I felt more handsome than usual, maybe even stylishly GQ-ish, having chosen my blue polka-dot bow tie as my outfit of choice. I found out en route that my pawty was being hosted at M

I woke up this morning expecting only one thought in my head. But I immediately noticed there were definitely two. The thought about my birthday is what I expected. I'm eight today, and Mama's arranged a big garden pawty. I hope I don't have to pose for more than ten photos before I can have all my cake and get all my presents. The thought I could never have expected was about a dream that kept me busy all night. I was in charge. Making all the rules. And making the impossibl

It's 2026 and Mama and I are finally home. Together! Three weeks was a very long time to be apart — each of us having our own very separate vacation on opposite sides of the world. But that was last year. And now it's a new year. And life is exactly as it should be. Except it wasn’t quite as it needed to be, because I was feeling a little out of sorts. Why? Because I didn’t have an epic plan for 2026, like Mama and even most of the neighborhood dogs. And I love having epic p

OMD... do you remember where we left off a few weeks ago? When Mama sprung the pawful news on me that she was going all the way around the world to Australia for the holidays — to visit her family — but I wasn't invited to go along? Paw here to sniff out the full, almost unbelievable story. There was so much drama and stress, I had to come up with a Sad-face-in-a-suitcase Plan A, a Fun House Reservation Plan B, and the pawfect Treat Bonus Plan C just to make sure I would have

When something seems too good to be true, it usually is. Like when Mama brings treats on a walk—I've learned that means less sniffing and more training, not more snacking. Or when the garage door is left open with no discussion of plans—we're not going on a surprise outing—Mama is, and I'll be staying home wth the the sitter. I should have known I was in the middle of a "too good to be true" expawrience a few nights ago when I was home with my Mama, cozy and warm, eating my f

Every Thanksgiving, there are always a few toys I hope mama doesn't notice I'm not adding to my "Share My Toys, Share The Love" project. I've been lucky so far, but this year, she found one of those toys. I'll tell you the story in just a bit, but first, let me explain how this all works. It's simple—I sniff out a big pile of toys and put them aside to take to the dogs who're waiting at a shelter for their furever home to arrive. Dogs who don't have any toys, to help them fee

Mama once told me that when you're too smart for your own good, life will be filled with too many "it's all fun and games until it's not" moments. That's like the time I ate Mama's chocolate and ended up at the Emergency Hospital just for pets. Then, recently, I had two "it's all fun and games until it's not" moments . They made me start paying even more attention to the choices I was making. This made a big difference when it mattered most. But back to before I started payin

I never thought I'd be that dog—you've seen them too. The ones who look pawfectly healthy, but obviously very spoiled—because instead of using all four paws like every other neighborhood dog, they're getting pushed around, looking like dog snobs, thinking they're better than us, and too good to walk on green grass. Well, that just happened to me! Not the part that I thought I was better than the other neighborhood dogs, although I am more well-behaved, but the part about bein

Exhibit 1 Last week I was doing one of my favorite things – snuggling next to my Mama, looking through tens of thousands of photos together – which, by the way, are almost all of me. It must be because I’m so sweet and so cute, but then on the other paw – I'm not sure why nearly half are of me sleeping? Weird, right? Anyhow, back to my story. Mama was scrolling and smiling and scrolling and smiling. My tail was wiggling and wagging and wiggling and wagging because of all the

I've always been sure I had the most pawsome dog mama in the world. But this summer, I knew 100% she was the very, very best. Somehow, she always made a plan for us to get to the beach — even when it's been hard and not very easy! And so Mama packed up the car and we set off for our annual summer seaside vacation. It was absolutely paw-mazing. We had a very, very special holiday together, so I wanted to share some of my favorite moments, which I hope will bring a smile to you

(Make sure to read Part 1 so your paws know where we’re headed…) I followed the rule in our house: sniff more than once before deciding...

I was so excited the day I was going to the park with my best friend Luca. We were going to spend all our time climbing up a big blue...

I was lying in one of my favorite sunny spots near Mama. I was comfortable, relaxed, and looking at all the different balls lying around...

Do you know anyone who'd choose to come outside with the biggest smile in freezing rain and howling winds and get soaked and cold just to...