So, me and The Blonde Albatross decided to head out to Russia, see what's going on over there. I kept hearing about the Russian Bear, and thought there might be other bears around to talk to, but I only saw one bear, and he was playing the cello. I got my picture taken with him. A typical lame pose, because mom (aka Paula) has never been very good at posing me. Not like my buddy Steve, who is a great poser but a terrible picture taker. Anyway!

So we headed over to Moscow and points nearby, and I got to meet my public. But ya know, I didn't find the overall populace to be very friendly, or appreciate my Wellington-ness, quite as I had in the past. But I gotta admit, I won more than a few of them over.

I got a bunch of extra snuggles from Mom on this trip, because she had a meltdown when traveling got to be so difficult. Heck, I don't know what the big deal was, just because nobody spoke English, people didn't care to help her, and nothing really worked well. I'm still a little moist from all the tears in the back seat of that taxi ride, but none the worse for wear. I'm just glad I was there to help Mom (aka Paula) when she needed me.

Here's my pictures!