Punk Rock Halloween

Trotty is a punk
Trotty is a runt
He went off to LA to join the Ice Capade-ee-ay-ee-aaaaaaayeds

Go to the link below for ASPCA staff Halloween costume party fun! Trotskii and Carrie won Most Creative (he was a punk, she was a square).

Make sure to remove the space in the numbers when you paste this into your browser:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/aspca/sets/7215760865789975 1/

Scrambled Egg

My parents have taken to calling me "Scrambled Egg" and referring to me as "the scrambled egg," etc. I find this mildly offensive, but I do very much like when daddy sings me little songs that he makes up, such as this one:

Scrambled eggs for breakfast
Scrambled eggs for lunch
Trotskii is a scrambled egg
I love him very much

VOTE FOR ME, TROTSKII, AS TOP DOGGIE MODEL!!!!

Hello there pup pals and pup parents! Been a long time, but I've been busy meeting and greeting my public at various parades and events. I am a maniac.

My brother and I have entered a contest to become models for local clothing chain Brooklyn Industries. If I win, I get to be in a catalog, AND they will design a new t-shirt (I think for humans) with my picture on it!

Voting begins on July 19, but until then it would be really nice if you Dogster pals left me some comments! Look how confused I seem to be! Don't believe it--it's an act! I'm not that innocent!

Here is the website:
http://www.brooklynindustries.com/blog/index.php/? p=487

Thank you! I was born to be a star!

You know that I ain't braggin' ...

Well this pup is automatic ...
he's systematic...
he's hydromatic...
Why, this pup is greased lightnin'!

TINY!

I'm a tiny little freak.

Among my many titles and awards are:

- The Makeout King of Brooklyn
- The Littlest Groom
- Best Dancer at St. Bernadette's
- The Slappiest Pappy

Quite a list of accomplishments for a little 6-month grub such as myself!

Number 2 Son

I haven't pooped in the house in about a month.

I'm letting them lower their guard, and when they least suspect it, I will UNLEASH THE FURY!!!!

Prospekt Park

Yesterday we went to The People's Prospekt Park for a change of scenery. First we went to the Dogge Beach, where evil czarist ducks taunted and tormented my brother Blanket, sending him into quite a state of pitched frenzy with their unattainable proximity. We cannot swim, so Blanket barked and barked and yelled at the ducks: "Get over here, wretched swine-canards, that I may bite you furiously!!" Yes, that always works. He's a clever one, that brother of mine.
Then we went to the lakeside manor and sat upon the dock whilst my parents enjoyed a small repast. I did not appreciate being ignored, so I wasted no time in falling headfirst into the lake, causing quite a scene. My dear mère pulled me out of the lake and soon I was surrounded by throngs of squealing local peasant children, whom I bit with flair and conviction. I look forward to falling into many more lakes in the future.

more poop tales

So I've noticed -- it's hard not to -- that Blanket hasn't been eating dog food lately, but chicken and rice instead. I've been wracking my peanut-sized brain trying to figure out how to get on that culinary train to Tastyland, and I finally did. Would you like to know how I did it?
Last night I did one of my famous traveling poops from the kitchen to the hallway. It was bloody, and when I sat down to survey my work I left a bloody buttmark. Then overnight, I shat up my crate real good. Haven't done that in awhile. Always keep 'em guessing! What zany thing will I do next? This morning, bloody shmear again. Mom and dad stayed home from work to take me to the vet, but the vet isn't impressed with my tricks and wouldn't squeeze me in. So not only did I trick my parents into spending the day with me, I get chicken and rice to eat now too!

My latest trick

Today I took a huuuge leak right in the middle of my parents' bed. It was super freakin' awesome! Man, I can't believe it took me this long to think of it. I am the devil! Kneel before Trotskii and feel the wrath!