And now... "Shep" the dog presents his most recent photos...

"Hi everyone, it's me, Shep, the German Shepherd. This Summer my Mommy and Daddy left me to go to some stupid place called Pebble Beach. Fine, whatever. I got to spend the weekend with my girlfriend Clio and her cool mommy, my trainer, Kelly. By the way, Kelly wanted me to tell all of you listener people that she loves meeting you and working with you but just so you know she does not pet-sit. She just did it for me because I am the coolest dog ever, next to my girlfriend Clio (who by the way is also a celebrity. Kelly had her on UPN 31 a few weeks ago. Clio and I compare notes about what it's like to be a pet-celebrity). Here are some pictures of my summer vacation."

This is our first Christmas with Shep. So far, so good. We've had no incidents of eaten ornaments, fallen trees or ripped open packages.

As always with our pets, Shep is being spoiled as he's thrown into his first holiday at Williams Manor. Here are some photos of Shep's first Christmas...

Shep next to his empty (for now) stocking.

Shep got an early Christmas present with this squeaky snoman.

This is Shep preparing to destroy the snowman.

Destruction has begun. This toy lasted two days before being torn up so much we had to take it away from him.

Shep has two first Christmas ornaments, this one personalized, thus officially making him part of our family.

This is the more cheesy, standard "new home" ornament.

Shhhhh. This is Shep's box of presents that just arrived. We have to wrap them still.

On October 30 2005 my German Shepherd, Shep, turned 6 months old. He is now fully trained on basic commands, plays fetch like a champ and eats about 5 cups of food every day. He is truly all the dog we could have ever hoped for. He has fully accepted us as his pack and follows us everywhere. He has begun protecting his yard and his house by growling menacingly at the fed ex guy. His progess has been amazing and it's been a blast, although it's been a ton of work.

He poops three times per day (huge poops too) and sleep the average 18 hours per. The rest of the time he is the most loyal, loving, protective puppy I've ever seen.

The true glamour of dog ownership, the poop bucket.

Another necessity to having a big dog who poops outside is the giant fly catcher. The black stuff on the bottom half of the bag are dead flies.

My dog is a ham. He loves to pose for cute photos.

Here is Shep and his namesake, Shep Smith of the Fox News Channel.

My wife loves the "footbaths" that Shep gives her.

Ham.

Here, Shep poses next to his official cabinet.

In the top drawer of Shpe's cabinet are his hygiene products, including brushes, shampoos, and toothpaste (yes, I brush my dog's teeth).

Drawer #2 houses wipes to clean his muddy paws, spare collars and leashes and poop mitts (which are never used because Shep knows that walks are for walking, not going ka-ka).

This drawer is home to fuzzy chew toys we haven't used yet.

Any toy that has to do with being thrown or tugged on is housed in the bottom drawer. This dog loves to play, and we have to be prepared to keep him on his toes, er claws.

On top of Shep's cabinet sits the bowl of toys in current rotation; two chew/tug toys and lots of balls.

Here comes Shep, it's play time.

At 6 months, Shep is right in the middle of his second phase of teething. His adult teeth are in, but not fully, so he loves anything that pulls on those chompers, like tug of war.

This is the view from my end.

Ham.

Part of being a good Doggy-daddy is keeping your boy clean. Bathing Shep is a process of locking him in the shower stall and hosing him down. He takes it like a trooper and gets me very wet.

Another part of being a good doggy-daddy is proper pet hygiene, which in Shep's case means trimming his nails once per week.

Every night we have "doggy massage time. Dogs love to be touched by their owners, so every evening I make time to let Shep know that he's loved.

Time for more play. Here comes Shep with his favorite squeaky toy from his Aunt Carolyn in Tucson.

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One side of our yard is 100+ feet of grass and concrete dog run, which Shep loves to tear-ass on.

Happy Halloween from Shep. This stuffed pumpkin lasted about 2 minutes before destruction occurred at the jaws of Shep.

This is what we call photographic art. In the foreground is the magic can, a soda can filled with pennies. When shaken, dogs hate the noise and immediately obey you. As you can see, Shep pays deference to the can in this picture.

This is favorite ball #2, which also squeaks. Here, Shep gives you his "get the hell away from my ball," look.

Here, Shep guards his most favorite indoor chew bone, the Nyla-Bone.

Ham.

How cute is this?

xxx

Hams.