Hi! My name is Bentley. Actually, my real name (at least according to those AKC people and all that formal stuff) is Basil Bentley of Rossie Manor.

I think it sounds kind of stupid, but I kept sleeping on daddy's new basil plants when I was a pup,and we live in some neighborhood called Roslindale so......... hey, whatever....as long as I get fed....

I was born in South Dakota on April 16, 1996. I had my first airplane flight in June, and now I'm a real Bostonian. I've put together this little web page to let the world know all about me, because I'm sure they care! In fact, you are visitor number

I consider myself a pretty cool pooch...... By the time I was ten weeks old, I had ridden an airplane, a subway, a bus, a car, been in North Dakota, Manhattan and Boston!

I have been a working dog since I was eight weeks old. Dad's supposed to buy me my own briefcase, but he keeps putting it off..... I used to commute to work everyday by bus and trolley, and I greet all the customers and make sure they pay their money to my Dad (grooming is expensive, ya know! - gotta look good!). Besides, I keep getting gum in my hair on the bus..... people are such slobs! Gotta keep up the good looks....Dad got a Jeep a couple years ago, so I ride in style now!

I even have a career outside of my regular job. Check out my Glamour Shots.... I'm available for runway modeling as well as catalogues. I work for a flat rate plus 6 bones an hour. Call my agent. I also work part time as the local "paperdog". Gotta pay for those toys! As you can see, I love being a dog!

Even though I am naturally beautiful, I'm still macho and like to wallow in the mud with the Rotweillers and Pit Bulls (Dad calls me an "Arctic Pit Bull"!)

As a young pup, I was a little on the stubborn side when it came to walking. Basically I didn't. I found I could always get my way if I just SAT down. But dad just kept pulling me along. So, I started LAYING down. He felt guilty about dragging me on my belly down the sidewalk (dog abuse!), so he started carrying me in an old nylon bag he had in the basement. It was worked so well (wouldn't YOU like to be carried everywhere?) that I'm selling it on QVC.... I'm a natural born salesdog! Especially now that I have this new 'puter!! Wanna see what me and a friend did last night?

I've been informed I have lots of cousins, whatever that is. All I know is I'm bigger than they are and have more legs! In 1997, I got to babysit with these creatures for a whole weekend! It was fun, since I'm as big or bigger than they are! I kept an eye (or nose) on dirty diapers for Dad, but I let him change them for me since he seemed to really enjoy it. Caroline seemed to really WANT ME. She kept poking my nose, and pulling my ears. THAT was the last straw! She wanted my ears..... I wanted her BINKY! Honestly, I don't see what all the fuss is about. My bones taste MUCH better. Plus, Dad was NOT pleased. He slapped me around a little and made me feel really, really bad (but I still had the binkie!!).

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Dad takes me everywhere! We go to Walgreen's Pharmacy every day for a soda. They've been watching me grow up and they all love me. I think I'm the only dog they allow in the store! The Chinese restaurant we go to almost every day for lunch also loves me, but I'm always a little cautious...... one hears rumors about "authentic" Chinese cuisine. I stay close to daddy....

Uncle Mark came over to use our sun (or something like that). He was so naked that I jumped on him right away to keep the neighbors from calling the police...... (he seemed to like it!).

Once in the fall, just me and Dad went up to Vermont and went hiking on the Appalachian Trail and up Killington Mountain. It was way cool, but Dad needs to get in shape. I ran circles around him....... I also got nose to nose with some llamas.... We stayed in a cabin in an apple orchard. "Balls" for days! I even caught my first "wildlife" - a really BIG frog. Dad wasn't thrilled, as he almost stepped on it getting out of bed! He was less thrilled when I caught a very large mouse outside the office the next day...... and brought it inside with me alive! Dad thought I was playing with my squeak toy! He wouldn't let me kiss him for a week..... I wonder why? He was so cute..... (was). Now he calls me "The Great White Hunter."

I celebrated my first Thanksgiving by playing Pilgrim. I decided to hunt my own turkey, which I conveniently found sitting on the kitchen counter. Dad was not pleased.... but I bet he was glad the new floor wasn't installed yet! I may have made a mess of the floor, but my cousin Caroline was the big mess....Flying salads.......

April Fools! We didn't have much snow all winter, but YIKES! Two feet in about one day!!! At least I got some new "jewelry" out of this! Dad kept throwing me in these huge piles of snow! After I was all wet, I just hung out and sunbathed! At least I was dirty so I didn't get lost in all that snow.......

For a New Year's present in January '98 I got a pastel drawing done of MOI by a very nice artist who found me on the Internet..... this is very cool. I even made Samoyed Magazine. Guess I'm famous now. What is the address of The Louvre.....?

Samoyeds (much like moi) are a terrific breed. In fact, we're the BEST breed of dog. Beautiful, smart, playful, hard working, totally lovable.... did I say beautiful????

If you're interested in learning more about the Samoyed breed, check out my links to informational pages.