Autumn in Washington

Four years ago, but this picture shows that this Yorkie never ages. Zuzu

Chloe, Sophie, and Bella are beside me. Joilie is behind.

Mykonos, Greece

I climbed this hill and felt on top of the world--exactly where a Yorkie belongs. Zuzu

Santa Barbara, California

Even a top dog can get distracted once in a while. Zuzu

Mono Lake, California

I remember the small flies in the sand. They must have thought that this big Yorkie was a god. Even flies can be smart. Zuzu

My sister Bella

My sister, Bella, sleeps like a pretty dog, but I have the dreams of a big dog. Zuzu

Yosemite, El Capitan

I've been here many times, and although the cold snow stuck to my paws, the sun warmed my nose and made me sleepy.



I curled up in my Daddy's camera bag that was on the snow and took a nap.



I've learned that having a good nap is very important.

My Younger Sisters

Five years ago, here I am posing again with Chloe (on my far right), Maggie, and Bella.

It was damp and cold, but all I could think of was the nice cookie above the camera.

With a good reward I can pose in any conditions.

California, Sonoma Coast

I also remember this day when I walked near the Russian River nearby my home in Sonoma County. The sun was out and there was no wind--that's what made it so unusual.

I like the sun, but I don't like how the wind ruffles this Yorkie's fur.

Monterey, California

Here I was on the California Coast in Monterey. I remember that the ocean smelled more than the flowers.

And I remember that the crab smelled more than the ocean. I tasted crab for the very first time. It was good!

Zuzu in Garden

OK, half of my pictures will be of me and my sisters (mostly me, of course). The other half will be places I've seen.

Here I am in my garden in Washington. I normally don't pose for pictures, but I'm a Yorkie, so no matter where I am, I am cute.

Mykonos, Greece

Other dogs ask me if Yorkies are afraid of anything. I have to say, "no," but even so sometimes we decide to be careful. Here is a picture of a really big bird that I saw when I walked through the streets of Mykonos, Greece.

His name is Petros, and he didn't even scare me when he jumped up by this tree. I ignored him, and lucky for him, he ignored me too. Sometimes being a Yorkie means knowing when to be polite.

Visit to Ojai, California

Ruff day today. I went to our vet, and he said I have a big heart, a big liver, and thin bones in my hip. But my teeth are good, my lungs are clear, and I have the energy of a fourteen-year-old.

Except for the hot weather (here I am in 100 degree Ojai, California), I feel OK. I went home, took a long nap, and now everything is better. I live for the moment, and at this moment I want a dog cookie.