Halloween

I miss you, Mama Lizo! Why are you away at a conference on Halloween?

This holiday scares me. My mamas try to dress me up in weird clothes and all of these scary little people ring the bell and take my candy.

It's Official

Uncle Bob really does own New York.





Photo to right by Mama Lizo, as seen on the New York City subway, 2nd Avenue stop (F/V line).

There is no joy in Fredville

mighty Carlos has struck out.






Photo above by Mama Lizo: Fans wave goodbye to their World Series dream. They also wave goodbye to the thousands of dollars they have spent on tickets, hot dogs, Mets clothing, and parking.

Everybody clap your paws!

Think positive Met thoughts, everyone!

If Fred were a baseball player, he would most definitely be a catcher. Catching is what Fred does best. Well, catching and sniffing. And sleeping. And drinking water.

Problem is, when Fred catches something, he tends to run away with it.

Love and home runs,

Fred

Fred has been busy

I've received some comments that I haven't been writing enough lately. While I sympathize with your thirst for all things Fred, please remember that I am a busy dog. What with watching the post-season Met games (Mets rule!), drinking water, and napping, I've been up to my ears in Fredtivity.

Oh, one exciting thing did happen recently. My mama has a new set of wheels - a black Honda CRV. It has a sunroof and everything. I can't wait. Can't you just picture it - Fred in the CRV, sticking my head out, enjoying the breeze?

Love always,

Fred