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Damn dog park

Mommy and me moved to Tarzana to live with a roommate. Turns out she's Devil spawn, we were hoodwinked. Right now Mommy works from home, which Satan feels is a sign of depression (despite the fact that she herself has no job). Working at home means I get to see Mommy lots and lots every day!

Now what is my favorite activity? Sleeping of course. Under Mommy's chair. By Mommy's chair. Under Mommy's feet. Satan thinks this is because I am depressed. Depressed? I got a good Mommy who feeds me treats and loves me and also I'm not exactly a "younger" dog. (We're still trying to guess how old I am... but I'll never tell!)

In response to Satan's complaining, Mommy decided to take me to the dog park. (yes... the dreaded dog park where I'd rolled in diahreeaaah a few years ago) I usually just tag around by Mommy and just enjoy walking without my leash. But yesterday Mommy decides to be social and talk to some people. Well that was boring so I decided to help one of their dogs play fetch.

I was doing good, hair flowing behind me, running at full speed when I stepped in a gopher hole! Now my hip hurts and I just want to lie down. Poor Mommy is somewhat under employed right now so we're hoping a vet visit won't cost TOO much money. She tried getting me to eat some baby aspirin the other day but it's not meat flavored so I didn't like it. Blecch.

I hope my hip feels better soon. I can still walk on it and climb the stairs to home, but I don't want to jump on Mommy's bed right now. Send me hugs and kisses!

Me, Mommy, Michael and Bridget

Well... a few months ago mommy told me it would be just me and her and my dog walker Linda. That's always good. But, strangely, it didn't happen. So uncle Michael and aunt Bridget are still here. Poor Michael hasn't found a job and he and aunt Bridget stay here with Mommy to have a home and also help with stuff like walking me, fixing broken stuff and watching teevee.

Yesterday, Mommy got a haircut and brought us a new teevee. A big one. I can see it even better when sitting in my papasan. (Mommy tries to sit in the papasan occasionally but I push her out of it). She tried buying me furniture made FOR dogs but that stuff's no fun if Mommy isn't there too... so I prefer to sit next to Michael on the FOOTONN (Mommy says that isn't spelled right but I'm a dog, not a scholar) or on the papasan behind mommy if she tries to sit on it. She says one day she might be more important and have a house but as long as I'm around, she will keep the papasan since it's her baby's chair.

It's very hot in LA today with smoke and everything. Our morning walk, where I get to chase squirrels, was cut short because Mommy couldn't breathe. We've been stuck inside ever since. Poor Mommy!

Mommy is single

I am wondering where a good place to meet nice single dog daddies would be in LA. She says anyone who doesn't like doggies won't be a good match