Spring is finally here and if you have come to live in the northwest by way of California, Like Erik then you are no doubt humbled by the appearance of the sun. Well your dear leader Moo is ready to take on spring and get back to the park. There are bushes that will be blooming and need to be peed on. On the home front, Moo has become the baby’s official dialect trainer. We have been working on growling at imaginary foes. I have taught the baby to walk on all fours and he has now advanced to two feet..even walking backwards on occasion. As for me I have been busy preparing for the spring offensive by laying landmines in the living room..I usually lay them outside in the grass but this is war and you never know what to expect. If I get caught, I blame it on the baby, after all he is more likely to drop a landmine inside. Erik is almost through his first year of teaching 6th grade and he will be home for the summer and Jen will graduate from nursing school this summer and then it’s off the work for her. Erik’s younger brother who is in the Airforce will be stationed near us so we get to have him for the summer. Great fun. By the way as a black and white American I fully support Barrak Obama! Keep the faith comrades?

Moo has now been living with the alien for 1 year and what a crazy year its been.

Comrades, the other day I was taken from my headquarters in broad daylight by anti-revolutionary forces. I was tied to a rope and forced to wear this asinine pumpkin tourture device. They could have chosen sleep deprivation or waterboarding, but decided to hit me where it hurts the most. My dignity was stolen. I’m reporting this to you for one reason only (trust me I would prefer to keep this a secret). In the name of justice I will describe for you my kidnappers. One of the assailants was a large, very yellow Bee, she seemed to be running the show and it was her who put me in the awful torture device while one of her accomplices, a large bear, laughed hysterically and took photographs of me. Obviously they are gong to make some sort of anti- Boston terrier revolution propaganda showing me being tortured and humiliated. There was a third accomplice, a small elfish looking tiger who babbled and drooled incessantly. If any of you loyal Boston Terriers out there see this crew, you are hereby ordered to use any means necessary to capture and destroy them. They did leave an ominous message behind before they released me, my imaged engraved in a pumpkin. How ironic, it’s as if they never want me to forget this torture. Together we will make them pay. Keep the faith comrades!

Greetings comrades, I have not written in a while due to the hectic pace which Erik and Jen have set around here. Those two act like Moo has endless patience with their neglect of the revolution. Winter is coming so, your dear leader has put many of the revolutionary plans on hold. Here’s a revolution for you; Erik is working! That’s right folks this revolution doesn’t run on Moo’s own methane so I have ordered him to finally get a Job. And from what I understand teaching 6th grade is a lot tougher than he thought. Don’t worry Erik, you get the summers off! Anyway now that he has two months of teaching experience under his belt he has starting to look less like a deer in the headlights and more like his old self (which isn’t much different). Jen is up to her usual, which is running around the house stressed out over nursing exams and who broke up with who on “The Hills”. I’m with Erik on this one…that show is like heroine for retards. If ever there was a reason for a revolution it is the Hills! As you can see the presence of the Alien invader has become common place, I even took him and Jen down to the waterfront for some end of summer fun. I got to run on the beach and lick Jen’s face while Erik cleaned up my poop ( I love having a servant) I believe the term “baby” is what we are calling the intruder now and as he is 10 months old today, I don’t think that term will apply for much longer. We had to cut his hair as Moo does not allow dirty hippies to partake in the revolution, and before the baby begins to look too much like his dad, Jen and I felt it would be a good idea to introduce him to hygiene. And how was Moo repaid for teaching the little darling about personal cleanliness, by not being invited to the pumpkin patch, that’s how! That’s right, once again, Erik and Jen have snuck off without Moo and went and made asses of themselves…ogling over those ricockulous orange gourds, even taking pictures with them. Both of them have been branded as AWOL and as punishment I ordered Jasper (the white dog I put up with) to drop a big turd on Erik’s sheet music! You should have seen his face when he discovered those strategically place turds all over his music..he plays crappy anyway! Keep the faith comrades!

Where was I on August 10th? AT HOME! While Erik and Jen were off gettin hitched, your dear leader was stuck at home managing the very important Boston terrier revolution. Not that I wanted to be invited, what with all the planning and preperation that needs to be done in support of my comrades in arms, but it would have been nice to at least received some recognition for my sacrifices while those two slackers abandoned their posts and apparently had a huge party WITHOUT MOO! Come to think of it, Erik hasn’t taken Ole’ Moo to the park lately accept the one time he brought that overgrown alien and spent all the whole time taking photos of him sitting in the weeds when he should have been getting in shape by throwing my fetch toy. Last week was a mess for Moo as I couldn’t get anything done with all the drunkards running around the HQ. Erik invited his whole family for the big day. The week even included a trip to go parasailing, which I approve of on military grounds. Erik’s Brother Daniel became a minister for the event via the internet and performed the ceremony. The whole thing took place at the Salish Lodge, which from what I understand doesn’t allow dogs; thats fine I didn’t want to go anyway

They did however bring the alien who has been with us for 8mo. now and still hasn’t learned that pulling Moo’s ears is totally unacceptable. Well summer is coming to a close and I for one am happy about that. Erik and Jen will finally get outta my hair and start being productive again. Erik starts new teacher orientation next week and will need to set up his classroom (from what I understand he has no idea what he is doing) and Jen starts her last year of nursing school this September, (I’m bracing for the hurricane of stress that comes along with that) Looks like me and the alien will get lots of time together, he should be totally under my spell by early winter! Well Moo would like to wish Jacob a happy 34th and thank everyone for thinking about Erik and Jen on their special day. Keep that faith comrades

The summer offensive has begun. I have led my troops (Erik, Jen and Myles) on a revolutionary mission to secure the local park. My comrades however, have proven to be far too lazy to accomplish much other than drink beer and eat chicken wings, of which I received none! As this was by far the hottest day of the year, I didn’t last long myself and retreated to the shade after only three tosses of my fetch toy. The 4th of July was great and Erik and Jen took me to the lake side cabin for about a week where they cooed and goo gooed over that silly alien like baby they have grown so fond of. I instructed them to go and seek out sympathizers for the cause so they took off on a day trip to Portland Erik got a call from a few schools that were interested in talking to him about joining their teaching staff. After a great interview a few days later he was offered a job teaching 6th grade which he accepted only after consulting with me (and Jen). School is back in session in September, so until then, The two of them are off and, I presume will be monitoring the actions of the alien to ensure his successful induction into Moo’s revolutionary army. Seems that Erik’s family will be coming out for Erik and Jen’s wedding on August 10th and His brother Daniel will be performing the wedding as he is now an ordained minister thanks to the internet and a few clicks of the old mouse. Jen’s Birthday was yesterday, she turned 29 for the 3rd time, and I have bestowed upon her the title of “First Lady of the Revolution” so if you happen to see her out and about, be sure to salute. Lets not forget me, thats right, your dear leader Moo is turning 2 years old next week and I have authorized all Boston Terriers and their servants to honor me in anyway that seems appropriate. A few ways would be to erect an alter and pray to Moo. constructing a statue of Moo would also be an appropriate way to show your undying reverence to me and the revolution. I must give a special thanks to Comrade Emily who continues to be an awesome supporter of the revolution. Erik loved the B-day card and we all hope you are doing well in Virginia and would love to see you again soon. And congrats to Ben and Lisa on their good news. keep the faith comrades!

Ahh summer has begun in the pacific northwest. This is the only time of the year where your dear leader, moo shows his face in public…because its not raining. This summer I would like to accomplish a few things, starting with ripping all of the stuffing out of all of my toys so Erik and Jen will buy me new ones on my Birthday which is this July; I’ll be two. Speaking of birthdays that old man Erik will be 35 on the 29th of June. He just finished a Masters degree in Teaching so now he makes us all call him Master, Master Erik this, Master Erik that. This guy has a lot of nerve for an old man; I’m still young and will likely kick his ass if he keeps it up. The Alien is growing, He now outweighs me, Not as smart nor cunning as me but fatter and surprisingly more demanding. He just turned 6mo. and for the most part him and I are getting along, though I almost unleashed a serious assault in his booty when he reached for, grabbed a hold of, and yanked my trade mark ears. Instead I held my notorious Boston Terrier dignity and attack his face with my tongue, trying to lick that silly ear pulling grin right off his little fat face! If not for the quick action of Erik, this minor scuffle could have resulted in a full scale turf war! This is after all my house and everything in it is mine! With the Alien now able to sit up right, my fear is that he will soon be walking and then he is likely to get into Moo’s secret stash of stuffed toys. To preempt this I will need to make my toys as undesirable to him as possible. this is why I hump every toy I have so that he will find them disgusting and not want them. Of course this Hump strategy has had some undesired consequences. Apparently Erik hates this tactic and has tossed out a few of my most beloved toys due to my incessant humping, now I only have the small toys left. These are much harder to execute my strategy on, but so far the Alien has shown no desire to hump them, so it must be working. Keep the faith comrades!

This is an indignity comrades! first it was the alien now its the night time surveillance. I think they might be on to us and that is why I have called for night time operations to begin. Training for these operations must be undetected. Because anyone can hear me coming from a mile way by the pig like snorting I do when I’m…well, awake, I have chosen another to take my place. I have rigged a parachute harness to the door frame and have begun training the alien invader for a night time mission that will deal a harsh blow the the bourgeoisie…Thats right!, WE’RE GETTING ON THE GOOD COUCH!! and with any luck we shall shed thick fur upon the capitalist’s treasured cushions. Of course I have had to keep all if this from Erik and I have not let the alien know what I’m up to as of yet, It was actually Erik that set up the parachute harness but I peed on the box just to let him know I was there. As you can see the alien (they have stated calling him Myles, along with an assortment of silly names) is getting quite big, in fact his head is so big it almost covers up the portrait that I had Erik paint of yours truly. That portrait almost makes up for him taking asinine pictures of me. Keep the faith comrades!