My mistress doesn't know it, but I ate something baaaaad.

Or, at least, I think I did. My memory isn't as good since I'm almost eleven. But I have had the WORST gas over the past couple of days. My mistress was gone the other night, and her dad couldn't find anything I had gotten into, but I think I did....what else could make me smell *this* bad?!

My mistress and I played the other day. We wrestled and I scratched up her forearms really good. It seems I like using my teeth more than my paws as I age. I wonder why that is. Maybe it's because I'm trying to scare her off with my horrible doggy breath. But I know she loves me, she tells me so several times a day...sometimes right in a row! What a sap.

I can't wait for it to get warmer out so we can go out for long walks. Lying on the couch all day is getting boring. I never thought I would say that!

Anyway, chitlings, I have sleeping to do. My mistress has swathed me in blankets and I'm all warm and lethargic now. *Yaaaaawn* Farewell!

An Exciting Day to be a Dalmatian

Yesterday I wasn't feeling too well; after I snuck my nose into the trash compactor and nudged it open, I pulled out some ribs and ate too much. I threw up a lot, but I was courteous enough to ask to go out before I did it. I feel much better now, and I'm sorry I had to deprive you of a potential journal entry. I know my many loyal readers must've been disappointed, but they were, in fact, the real inspiration for me to recover and return! So here I am, my beautiful chitlins! Rejoice!

So now it is late on Wednesday night, and my mistress is watching the end of the Tonight Show, waiting for Conan to come on, and Brian Wilson was playing Good Vibrations live. I must say, his appearance was somewhat frightening. Not only was he horribly off key, he also looked scared and like he was about to keel over! My mistress and I both agree that the other keyboard player was cute.

Today, even though it was pretty cold, my mistress took me for a walk in the park near our house. The paths were covered in ice and snow, but I still had fun. I was whining a lot, and that's what I wanted, so I'm glad my mistress caught on. Sometimes she can be kind of dense, but I hear other people blaming that on being 'blonde.' I don't even know what 'blonde' means. To me she is unadulterated hope, beauty, and purity. Even if she is a little slow to pick up on my language. Anyway, we didn't see any moose this time, and I had lots of things to sniff, especially considering how all the other dogs poo pooed in the middle of the path and their owners didn't clean up after them! I don't really sniff that, of course; I am a lady, after all. One whiff caught on the breeze is enough for me. Really, who are these people?! It is so uncouth. If I had opposable thumbs I would totally pick up after myself. Since I can't, though, I'm glad my mistress does it.

Today I was lying on the couch inbetween my mistress and her mom, just trying to get comfortable and stretching out, and my mistress's mom, we'll call her Momferatu from here on out, suddenly said, "Stop it!" I thought maybe she was talking to my mistress, but no, apparently my innocent doggy head was pushing into her arm as she was staring at the weird glowing square. Well, whatever. Momferatu can be rather mercurial.

Now, I am really quite exhausted. So if you'll all excuse me, I must retire to get my beauty sleep. I sincerely thank you for your continued devotion and loyalty to my beauty. I should have new pictures up soon!

The sugar crash

After I got into some colored decorating sugar last night while my mistress was away, I am very lazy today. Then again, I'm lazy almost every day. I like to follow my mistress around and sit on the couch next to her as she stares at that weird thing with the glowing screen.

I don't like Alaska as much as I liked New Orleans. There was a great dog park my mistress would take me to three or four times a week, and I even had a couple of friends. Mostly I walked around and sniffed things, but occasionally I broke into a frantic run and ripped across the park and back. It's really cold here and we don't go out as much. I don't mind too much, though, because I like to sleep. A LOT. You can get away with that when you're almost eleven, you know.

*kisses* Ta ta!