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Hapa's Life

You're getting a WHAT?!

I think Mommy and Daddy have lost their minds. It started a couple of weeks ago. They took me out and introduced me to this fur ball. They claimed it was a dog, but it looked more like a fluffy rat to me. This so-called dog was... uncivilized. I would chuck it up to her age, a young 13 weeks, but when I was 13 weeks I was already house trained and knew how to sit and catch a ball. That being said, I wasn't impressed.

I don't know if I gave Mommy and Daddy the wrong impression, but for the next two weeks we kept visiting the dog, as if they thought I liked her. I don't like her, but Mommy and Daddy rasied me better than that, so I was polite and played with her. Big mistake.

One day Mommy and Daddy come home WITH the fur ball. Apprently she has a name. Mochi. What a stupid name! Mochi? As in the stickey white rice balls? At least my name has a meaning! Anyway, this dog, Mochi, has been in MY home ever since.

I'll play nice for now, 'cause like I said, Mommy and Daddy raised me right, but if this Mochi dogkeeps chompin' on my tail, clawing my face, and nipping at my knees, I'm gonna have to put her in her place!

I live and breathe... designer bags don't

Yesterday Mommy and Daddy told me this awful story about how popular puggles are, and how I probably won't get a little sister that looks just like me. Then Mommy told Daddy that someone told the New York Post that a puggle is like the equivalent of breeding two designer bags. I can't believe someone compared me to a bag! I'm a living and breathing creature! I'm called a DOG, also known as MAN'S BEST FRIEND, and a MEMBER OF THE FAMILY! Why would they compare me to something as stupid as a bag?! What an insult.

And to all those people that are getting dogs like me just because we're the new "it" dog, boo hoo to you! Mommy and Daddy got me because they love me, and because I loved Daddy from the very first time I ever saw him. Oh they were not happy about the price they paid, and till this very day Mommy calls me an "over priced mutt", but they couldn't leave me behind when I started crying for Daddy. They got me because the LOVED ME. Not because of some stupid dog trend.

A Walk In The Rain

I think this new thing about Mommy taking me out in the rain has to do with the Bad Man. Ever since I saw the Bad Man, Mommy and Daddy don't give me as many treats as they used to, I haven't gotten piggy ears on Sunday, and I have to take walks in the rain.

So about this walk in the rain... I have never ever let Mommy or Daddy take me out in the icky rain before because I don't like getting wet. Oh, Mommy and Daddy tried to take me out in the rain, but I wouldn't budge. Yesterday Mommy put this red thing on me. At first I didn't like it because it didn't feel as nice as my sweater or my fleece. And it has this fur trim on the hood that's FAKE! I know it's fake because I tasted it. YUCK. But I saw how upset Mommy got when I tasted it, so I keep biting the yucky fur just to bug Mommy. 'Cause I'm sooo bad! Heheheh! Mommy said I was wearing a rain jacket and that I'd have to get used to walking in the rain cause I need to 2-3 pounds, whatever that means. Then she took me outside. At first I thought Mommy was crazy. She knows I don't like walking in the wet stuff! I walked out verrrry slowly. My paws felt a little wet, but it wasn't THAT bad, I guess. I felt a few drops of water on my head, but that wasn't THAT bad either. I soon realized that this red thing with fake fur, a rain jacket or whatever, it's keeping me dry. Imagine that!

So I guess Mommy is going to drag me out for walks even if it is a rainy day. But I'm okay with it now that I've got the red thing.