9 to 5

When I was very young my mom took me to work with her a couple of times. She said I had to be very quiet. For some reason "THE BOSS" didn't need to know I was there. Mom gave me these cool toys to play with while she worked.

Other Royalty

This is my friend Margot. She's also a princess. Here, she's sunning in an exotic, undisclosed location. Even there, however, she can't escape the paparazzi. We princesses are always hounded by camera-carriers.

This is what Margot looks like when she's awake. Sure, she's pretty, but my mom says I'm the cutest of all.

Don't Box Me In

Look at me with the wind blowing back my hair! I'm so pretty! It was a good day because boxes are among my favorite things.

I eat them.

My Big Sister

Just because Greta, a doberman, is like, two thousand years old, she thinks she's the boss of me. I like her anyway, but even after several months, she's not so sure she likes me. (Secretly, she sometimes plays with me when no one's looking.)

Fear Me

I'm little, but I'm tough.

My Buddy Rex

A couple of months before I came to live with my mom, my friend Rex was out at her house. Rumor has it that he and Sue, Seig, and Sparky (but never Greta!) ate a pot of hens and chicks. Which sounds delicious, except it's a plant, not the kind with feathers.

It made him lumpy for a few hours.

If I'd been around, I'd have laughed. Because we can kid each other like that.

I didn't do it!

My silly aunt tried to get me in trouble with my mom by taking this photo. That's just wrong! I would NEVER drink whiskey. I'm a pinot grigio girl.