See how she is???

Well, it seems that my mom's work friend Linda has retired. Yesterday they had a luncheon in her honor. At the luncheon they had chicken, potato salad, macaroni salad, beans, green bean casserole, 7 layer salad, strawberry-pretzel jello and cake. Here's what I wanna know, why wasn't I made aware of this? Is my mom so full of herself that she can't stand to share her friends with me? (and some of the food too!) I know Linda, for god's sake, I laid on her lap for 3 hours one night, forbidding her to move, while she and mom watched a movie. Mom tried to get me off but I ignored her. "If Linda wants me off her lap she'll tell me!" I told her. Another time Linda was taking care of me while my mom was off enjoying herself without me. Mom told her that I would fake an injury so I didn't have to go out, but don't fall for it. When Linda came she told me it was time to go out and I limped my best limp for her. She felt so bad, she even helped me walk to the door. Once outside I started prancing around and running after people at the fence. When mom got home Linda said "Now I see what you mean about Louie." Hehe. And all the times she's been at my house for one party or another I have let her feed me and pet me and kiss my nose. Now she retires and mom doesn't even tell me, let alone bring me to the party. And mom knows how I love cold salads and chicken. It's just not right. And do you think Madame President made a little dog a plate so at least he could enjoy the food? You guessed it! Negative! I have decided that I will have grandma call mom's work every day and find out if there is anything going on that I should know about. If there is I will have her take me there and drop me off. And then in front of everyone I'll ask mom "Mommy Dearest, can you drive me home?" She'll have to say yes, she can't have her cronies thinking she's mean, right? Gotta go now, I've got to tell grandma to make a phone call!! PEACE!!

Hello World

Hello everyone! Long time no talk! I have decided to take my diary writing upon myself. Mom can no longer be counted on to take the dictation I give her daily and type it for me. Basically, she's been fired. I've missed so much, I don't think I will forgive her for this anytime soon. One thing I did notice is that Dexter got a kitten. I showed his entries to mom and she said "Why are you showing me these?" I said "See how happy he is? It's because his parents love him. They get him a kitten AND they keep up on his diary!!" Know what she said??? You guessed it! "Shut up Lou." So what's been going on with me, you ask? Well, let's see, New Years Eve we had all 3 of my cousins over. They spent the night. Jeffy once again slept on my bed. But the best part of that is that Justin spent the night also. Love that kid. Mom took a picture of he and I together. He's sitting on my chaisse lounge and I'm laying next to him staring at him lovingly. And I have also decided to do my "Best of 2008" list. (Even though we are well into 2009, thanks Mom) I just have to compile it in proper order and I'll post it. I already know what number 1 and 2 are, but the rest have to be put in order. In other news, my cousin Jared's marching band (ya know, the one that is going to be in the Inaugural Parade) received an e-mail from some guy in Wisconsin who is offended by the use of the name "The Wyandotte Marching Chiefs" and the image of an indian on the sleeves of their uniforms. The band director sent him a return e-mail explaining that the city of Wyandotte was in fact named after the Wyandot Indian Tribe and that the Indian has been the symbol representing our city for many, many years. This gentleman sent him a 40 page response stating that if they do not remove the word "Chiefs" from their banner and they do not cover the Indians on their sleeves he will petition whoever he has to to have them removed from the parade. So they don't know what's going to happen about that. Mom says he's probably some angry band director that didn't make it into the parade, but that's just her theory. Anywhoo, I'll type more tomorrow. And Sunny Lee's cat brother Bean better watch out, I saw that video of him slapping her. Nobody hits my girl.

Hmphh!!

Well, we're back at work today. For only 4 hours. 4 HOURS!!! How am I to keep up on things in 4 hours???? I told mom that if she's thinking of taking off any more work she BETTER invest in a computer for me! I told her "Look at all I missed! It's like everything has changed and I missed it! You are definitely out to ruin me, aren't you?" Know what she said??? "Shut up Lou." Can you believe the nerve???? Sunny Lee is liable to fall for another guy if I don't keep up on my correspondence! All my friends may go elsewhere to fill their friendship needs. And now she says I have to sign off because "we have to at least do SOME work today." Mean. Anyways, Merry Christmas everybody, I'll miss all of you! PEACE!!!

To my adoring public....

I am so sorry I haven't been around. Madame President hasn't been at work since last Thursday. We use the computer at work because she has YET to get me my own laptop!!!!! I assumed something was going on Friday because I saw lots of footprints in the snow outside of my yard and when I went out there I heard "Louie, over here, Louie, look here!!!" and I saw flashbulbs like crazy!!! Diary of the day and I missed it! I can't believe her!!! No amount of Christmas presents is going to make this right! I need a laptop, that's it. I need to keep up on my correspondence. She's unbelievable. Anyways, thanks for the lovely paw mails and pal requests, I will be back on dogster on Wednesday, talk at ya then. PEACE!!!

And another thing...

I forgot to tell you guys, I have a spa appointment for Monday. Monday so I will be handsome from Christmas mom says. After the spa mom will take pictures of me and Foxy!! She also bought a "tree skirt". I don't know what that's supposed to mean but let me tell ya, it fits perfectly around my neck and it looks like a kings robe on me!! So we'll get some pictures of that also. PEACE!!again

Yayyy!!!

So, yesterday, the mailman comes. All he has for us is a box. For me. Mom was at work, grandma wouldn't let me open it until mom came home. Is that bull or what?? So I smelled it, it smelled like a piece of heaven. I knew something from my sweet Sunny Lee was in there and what I was smelling was her. Grandma put it up on my chaisse lounge and I laid down next to it. Mom FINALLY came home. When mom gets home I always like to show her everything, what's for dinner, a new decoration, the plate grandma fed me dinner on; lots of things. So I did a wild dance, jumped on the chaisse lounge, showed her the package, jumped down, bumped her, went back to the package and did a little dance. She said "Oh my god Lou, what do you have?" "It's from Sunny, I just know it. It smells WONDERFUL!!!" I said. She got some scissors to cut the tape and I stood there going "Open, open, open." She finally got it open I crammed my head all the way in the box. I don't mean to make anyone jealous but I got: a pig ear, some treats, and a skinny fox, who I have named Foxy!!! There was also a CD in there for my mom, she was like "Oh my god, that's SO nice, I love it!!" She wrapped Foxy around my neck like a mink stole and I decided that I love him. He now sleeps with me on the chaisse lounge. And when I was giving Foxy kisses I discovered where the enchanting aroma I smelled was coming from. It seems Sunny played with him and he smells like her. It made me swoon! Mom says she is going to take a picture of Foxy and I and put it on my page. After I opened the package and checked everything out and put Foxy up on the chaisse lounge I ran into the kitchen to show mom what's for dinner. We had roast chicken, mashed potatoes and cauliflower. Let me tell ya folks, it was definitely a good day for Lou!! PEACE!!

Long time no talk...

Finally, Madame President makes a little time to type in my diary. Geez, what's more important? Work or a little dog's diary? Anyways, here's what's up. Mom took a Christmas picture of me. Mind you, she didn't send out Christmas cards but she took a picture of me. I hate having my picture taken. She keeps calling it "my Christmas mugshot". She just figured out how to use the digital camera that grandpa gave her so guess who's become her muse? Yeah, me! She has about 20 pictures of me trying to avoid having my picture taken, one of just my eye, one of me ducking, one of me looking straight up in the air, and various other ones that defy explanation. Papparazzi. I hate 'em. I told her "You know, I was diary pick twice. Each time the papparazzi was relentless, I even remember complaining to you about it. Now you're worse!!! A little dog can't even sleep on his chaisse lounge without you snapping a photo! I have permanent white spots in my eyes from the constant flash. You better not be trying to sell my pictures to any media outlets because I will sue your pants off!!! I deserve privacy just like everyone else." What was her response? "Shut up Lou." Hrmph. Know why she has such an attitude? Because I am leading the Christmas card count in the house. She's jealous!!! MY friends care enough about me to send ME Christmas cards!! Maybe if she would change her attitude and stop chasing me around with a camera she would have more friends wanting to send her cards. Just a thought. Gotta go, PEACE!!

AAAAHHHHH!!!

This morning my mom woke up teetering on the edge of the bed, with only about a foot of comforter on her and a little dog laying on top of her! Ah, just like old times!

At last!

Ever since we moved into grandma and grandpa's house mom goes upstairs at bedtime every night. I'm not so sure what's up there that is so great, but I did know that all that stood between me and the upstairs were about 20 hardwood steps. Grandma always tried to get me to go up and mom would tell her, "Don't bother, Louie always does things in his own time, one day he'll just show up in my room." Grandma never believed her. Well guess who showed up in mom's room last night? That's right, me!! I went in there and I was like "Hey, you didn't tell me there was a bed in here. Hey, you didn't tell me that you have a comforter AND a blanket. Hey, you didn't tell me that you have pillows up here." Mom said, "Lay down Lou." So I got myself all comfy, let out a big sigh and said "Hey mom?" She said "Yes, baby boy?" And I said, "Now my life here is perfect. zzzzzzzzz"

I'm back!

Hi everyone! Sorry I've been a little lax with the diary entries for the last couple of days. We had a death in our family and mom neglected my diary. This is why I should have my own laptop. Anyways, a box from Drs. Foster and Smith came to my house. Mom opened it, I crammed my head in it and was told "Get your head out of there Lou, it's not for you". What??!! Then she told me who it was for and I said "OK, let me sniff the stuff and kiss it. It will be like sending kisses through the mail." And then today grandma had to pick something up from mom's office and guess who got to ride with her? Yep, me! When mom came out to the car grandma told her that I was driving everyone crazy today. In her words I was "full of it." Well, you can't just leave a little dog home alone for 3 days while you go out gallivanting and expect him not to be "full of it." Yes, I consider going to a funeral and all of the family stuff surrounding it "gallivanting." Mom sensed trouble this morning when I was WIDE AWAKE when she woke up. I was like "Mom, can I go out?" "Mom, can I have a chew stick?" "Mom, can I go back out?" "Mom, how about breakfast, what's on the menu?" Then while she was getting ready for work I kept buzzing her. That's when I walk past and bump her legs out of my way, even if they're not in my way. Hehe. Then I started on the rest of the family when they got up. I stepped on grandma's feet, tried to push her papers out of the way while she was working so I could look out the window, buzzed her, poked her, stared at her and when she tried to go to the potty I kept blocking her way and jumping around. That's my suttle way of telling her that I want some food. After she screamed at me to get out of her way I moved on to grandpa. I had him put me outside, poked at him for some treats, had him take me back outside, came in, warmed up, asked to go out again, not for any particular reason, I just wanted to check out the yard. Finally he yells at me "I'm not taking you out again, stop it" You see, I like for grandpa and mom to stay outside with me and watch me look around the yard. Why wouldn't they want to watch? Am I not the baby around here? Last night mom got sick of standing in the freezing rain waiting for me and she shut the gate, can you believe it? She's got a LOT of nerve. By the time she let me in I was little bit wet and chilly, I can't believe her. So back to my story, grandma came down from the bathroom and then she made me a plate of chicken paprikas, which is like Hungarian chicken and dumplings. I filled my belly and told grandma "Let's play, sister." I was bouncing around like a maniac. That's when she said "Do you want to go for a ride Louie?" I think I jumped 6 feet in the air. Anyways, you know what they say about babies riding in the car, it worked. By the time we got home I climbed on my chaisse lounge and fell fast asleep. Round 2 tomorrow!!! PEACE!!