I IS ON DA MARKET AGIN, FELLERS!

Well, me and Whitley is still single.... Enid popped back up after bein' MIA fur a coupla months or years or sumthin, and Bertie informed me his heart belongs to Addi. Have you pups gotta a look at Addi? She looks like dat pit bull that chomped on da back of my neck while I wuz in my own front yard.... it wouldn't let go, and Daddy had to drop kick it offa me or I'd be toast. I wuz a'screamin' and Daddy knew it wuz tryin' to kill me, so he dropped kicked dat pit bull like he wuz scorin' da winnin' field goal! I digresses, but ya gets my drift of why I is skeered of a pup like Addi. While I do think Bertie is a real cutiepie, dere are a lot of fishes in da sea, and most of dem don't come with a great white shark attached!! If he prefers a gal whose breed is known fur bein' a gassy lassie, eatin' udder animals, and excessive droolin' instead of a cute lil scottish lassie from da highlands who he could go on varmint killin' expeditions with (notice I said varmints, not kitties or pups), well, there's no accountin' fur taste or da lack dereof....

So I's footloose and fancy-free...  I have some fun bein' single, flirtin' with cuties like Zaidiecakes or Sully or Jack Freckles, so many boy pups, so lil time-- like my Momma sez, life's a banquet, and most poor suckers is starvin' to death!...

Yep, da single life's fur me!

In udder news, y'all mighta heerd we gots us a new kitten! My Momma picked him out and he are real sweet. But cuz he's tiny, us pups is strictly snoopervised when 'round him. Whitley is her usual kitty-besotted self and I wish I could sniff him more than I gets to, but I think he'll do.... he seems like a keeper. His name is Crockett... my Texas pals will get why. We had Travis, now Crockett... guess if there's any more kitties added they will get names like Bowie and Houston and Lamar... bol!
Here's some photos of da lil guy and yours truly....

Me tryin' to get a good sniff da furst day he wuz home while he wuz in Whit's Momma's lap....

While he wuz sleepin' in Momma's arms, I wuz givin'  her dis face...

Can I sniff his heinie agin, Momma? Whadda mean, "No..."?

Cute, ain't he? I don't know when Whitley is gonna quit actin' like a groupie, though... that gal sure duz luv da kitties....

Bark ya later, gators...