Pupdate

I've been pretty awful at keeping up with my doggie diary. Been too busy walking along the bayou, laying in the sun, and chasing toads in the backyard.

Anyway, Barkus was awesome. I was on the Royal Court and felt like a total rock star. I'll probably do it again next Mardi Gras, but I'll just be a normal dog - none of that royalty stuff. Maybe I'll bring Sugar along too, I don't know. People went crazy for my Dome Dog beads, and I got to sniff a lot of interesting people and dogs. What a pawty!

And, just like I predicted, we're not going back to Vegas. Mama never intended to go, and I think Daddy knew it and has submitted to his fate LOL! We're New Orleans all the way, and that's not going to change.

Hope all y'all are having a great summer - try to keep cool, and pray for good weather!

Love,
Easy

Barkus on Sunday!

Come look for me walking in Barkus on Sunday. I have my very own Mardi Gras bead, with my handsome face on it. It's a beautiful polystone (no chinky beads for me!), with a great New Orleans theme. Hint: the Superdome and French Quarter figure prominently!

My big news

OK, so mama's getting all packed up and ready for the family's cross-country pilgrimage to New Orleans. The plan has always been to stay six months plus one day in Las Vegas and the rest of the year in New Orleans (it's a tax thing), but mama's planning to mutiny and refuse to go back to Vegas - ever.

We're both sick of the desert and of being allergic to everything in it. We're also sick of crappy chain restaurants, bad cover bands and unfriendly neighbors, and we're gonna tell it like it is.

I predict that this is going to get very interesting.

Hey Shawty, It's my Re-birthday

Hey y'all,

Today I'm gonna have a PAW-TAY! It's my Re-birthday!

Three years ago today I was rescued from the post-K toxic gumbo, a couple blocks from the Superdome. A nice man (whom I may or may not have bitten, I'm not sayin') pulled me out the water. Even though I wasn't very grateful at the time, the people from a rescue group gave me food and clean water, and put me on a plane out to a no-kill shelter up north somewhere (anywhere north of the I-10 is UP NORTH to me, and this was REALLY up north). There's a whole long story about how I was on the Internet and how all kinds of dog people tried to find my original humans, and about how my current humans found me, but it doesn't really matter much to me anymore. I was only about a year old when the storm and failure of the federal levees changed everything, so I barely remember life BEFORE.

What I'm celebrating is life NOW, with all the good things a dog could possibly want (except maybe thumbs, the ability to drive a car, and unfettered access to disease-free nutria in need of decapitation).

Anyway, we're going to have a party, with treats and music and lord knows what all else. It's going to be a nothin' but a gooooood time!

Love ya,
Easy

P.S. While I'm celebrating, I'm still going to be sad, knowing that there are people and animals suffering badly in Texas and Southwest Louisiana, in the wake of Hurricane Ike. If you want to help me mark my Re-birthday, you might want to consider making a donation to your favorite charity that helps humans and/or animals in disaster zones. Thanks in advance for any help you give. I'm living proof that donations to animal charities can work miracles. You can't help everyone, but you sure can make a difference to one person or one dog.

Dismay

You know what I got for my anniversary?

A trip to the vet, that's what. They irrigated my ears, took a culture of the crud that was in them, and gave me yucky pills and drops to get rid of it.

Gee, thanks. I was really hoping for something more in the treat or toy department.

I don't mean to seem like an ingrate, but puh-leeeeez!

Happy Anniversary to Me!

Hey, it's Jerry Garcia's b-day, and you know what that means! It's my second anniversary living with these folks. It's been a great ride, so far, and my humans are pretty cool, I've got to admit. Thanks German Shepherd Rescue of Orange County for finding me a good home.

EZ

Are you kidding me?

Another dog? Does this mean the humans don't love me anymore? I'm going to have to keep an eye on that little one...she looks like trouble. Have to admit, though, she's a lot of fun to play with. Today, we invented a new game, based on the ancient Japanese sport of sumo wrestling. We pulled a cushion off the chaise longue and took turns wrasslin' and pushing each other off of it. To make it more fun, we'd stop doing it whenever mom came outside with her cellphone camera and pretended like it never happened.

Of Course I'm a Saints Fan

I got a couple of p-mails asking if I'm a big Saints fan LOL! Well, DUH. Why do you think I wear the colors 24/7? Black and gold, bay-bee! And, unlike Sugar, who will do any stupid thing the humans ask, I won't wear silly dog clothes, unless they bear a Saints logo. I'll bite your hand off if you try to put a beret on me (unless maybe it's a replica of the one Gen. Honore wears, and BTW whatever happened to him?). The one and only time I got loose, I was taking off toward the Superdome, running down Poydras. Heck, I thought there was a game. And that maybe Smith and Wollensky (ain't dere no more, but it was overrated anyhow) was open and would give me a little steak or something.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Hmmm...Wish They'd Let Dogs in Saints Games

I'd really like to be in the stands on October 21 when the Falcons play at the 'Dome. Our fans are going to think of something really nasty to yell at Michael Vick (if the Falcons don't kick him to the curb by then and if he manages to avoid prison). The Superdome's a great place to get up a good chant because of the acoustics; my humans like to sit near the endzone so they can yell real loud to mess with the visiting teams (all in good fun, right?)

Dogfighting is EVIL EVIL EVIL, and as a favored bait dog breed rescued off the mean streets of New Orleans, I hope he goes DOWN for this. The scent of Mary Jane in your water bottle at the airport is one thing, but THIS is a rotting in h-e-double-hockey-sticks offense.

OK, mom just told me he's supposed to be considered innocent until proven guilty. Some sort of human law thing. People are weird.

BUH!

New Dogs in the 'Hood!

Seems like everyone in the neighborhood is going dog crazy! We have new doggie neighbors on either side of us. Satan's mom got a teeny-tiny canape, um, oops, Yorkie, and they're calling her Chanel. I guess those humans finally realized that Satan is a sucky pet, and they wanted a NICE dog LOL!

On the other side of us, there's a baby canape, um, oops, I mean Rat Terrier, named Artie. Our old bud, Mollie, got sick and is now waiting for her mom at da' Bridge. We thought her mom would hold off awhile before getting a new dog, but she didn't. We were sort of hoping she'd get a rescue dog, but it didn't work out that way. Oh well. We tried.