A Brown is Born

Four years ago today:

Now fetch yourself a

groundhoggeh cupcake,

and sit back as you watch a few highlights

from my growin' years:

"Roll that beautiful Brown footage.....!"

Lookin' forward to many more

BB years with my BFF's!

Chester ;0=)

White Whisker Wednesday

Top Chef

The older I get, the more I realize the days of my youth were spent in frivolous pursuits. I wandered and explored at every turn of the PUs' backs. My whims led me from room to room, seein' interestin' new sights and sniffin' rare smells that I had never encountered in the stable where I first lived. Some might argue that it is good to leave no stone unturned, that traversin' one's domain at a young age actually helps to find what will satisfy one's spirit as the years go by. This may be true so I won't belittle the point, but sumtimes I now wonder if I had concentrated more on the kitchen area maybe my culinary skills would have been that of a top chef.


Not to say that my interests in the other parts of our home have subsided. No, not in the least. It's just that when Mom's in the kitchen I am right by her side, watchin' her every move and ready at a moment's notice to assist. I am entranced as I watch her move from the 'fridge to the counter to the stove and back to the 'fridge time and time again. Foodables movin' to and fro as rivers of drool drop steadily from my jaw and my nose tingles in the wake of their scent.

Nevertheless, I am a quick study and have absorbed much. Choppin', gratin', stirrin', pourin' are tasks of which I have perceived as bein' the greatest of the food preparation skills. To the untrained eye, they may seem menial and common. To me they are the most interestin' simply because the more the foodables move, the more likely they are to be dropped and or spilled. This is where my competent clean-up assistance is a highly regarded talent. Had I been more interested as a pup, would my culinary career be further along? We may never know. But, my zeal and attention to the task at hand (or in this case, paw) was noticed by my mentor who has given me the title, "The Quicker Picker Upper".

Not one to waste an opportunity, I am excited to announce the development of

my own personal line of kitchen products. Here is the first of what I

hope is to be many :

*Comin' soon to a grocery store near you.

Now the weekend is just around the corner,
and I don't know of any quicker picker upper than that!


Bone Appetit!
Chester ;0=)

January 12, 2007 BC???

When was January 12, 2007 BC you ask? Well, that was January 12, 2007 (Before Chester). On January 13, 2007 I arrived to my new home. Since then it has been:
Muddy paw prints on the kitchen floor. Toys strewn all over the house. A dog bed in the middle of the living room. Hair gathering along the edges of every room. Slobber marks on the recliner ('cause Dad sneaks me treats when Mom's not looking). Candles waiting but never being lit (Lab tails and fire do not mix). Tissues being pulled out of unclosed pockets. Extra cash being spent at the vet or for new dog toys or for training. Lab nose art on the sliding glass door. An 8 quart horse bucket for drinking by the door. Any and all edible items kept to the very back of the kitchen counter. Rags for paw wiping hanging off the mantel.

These are the things that Mom and Dad never had to deal with until me. Neither of them ever had an "indoor" dog before. My brother from another mother who lived here before did not like it inside so he just slept in my room off of the kitchen at night and then stayed outside in his house during the day. The cost of all the things listed above probably is more than she'd like to think about but Mom says that having me around is priceless!

Thanks Mom and Dad for loving me and providing a wonderful home these last 2 years. I hope we have many, many, many more years of good times and good slobbers together. Chester

Here are some photos of me growin' up:

Soakin' up the sun

Chillin' on the back porch

Got snow?

This was my first day at my new home. It was a warm January day so I thought I'd check out the flower beds. This is the face that sold me to Mom and Dad.

My second day I decided to make myself at home...........

No fear!

15 months old and stillllllllllllllll growing!