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

Paws-Angeles

Mommy is wondering if there are lots of local doggies who belong to Dogster?

She is hoping we can meet fellow hoomins and doggies for some dog walks, dog parks, maybe some dog friendly shopping. She says in this economeez, it's not necessary to spend a lot of money but it's always nice spending time with friends.

Bonus points if you like dog rescue too.

She belongs to meetup, but a lot of those hoomins want to do things on weeknights and Mommy has me. Is there a Dogster meetup?

Just me and Mommy

Well Mommy and me are soon to be on our own. No Auntie Bridget, no Punkin, no Uncle Bill, nobody. It has been a while since we've lived by ourselves with no one visiting, although Mommy said Auntie Bridget would visit and that the Punkin sends his love via the telephone. As long as Mommy stays around, I'm ok. I have a nice dog walker named Linda who comes in and takes me for walks. The rest of the time I'd rather just sleep anyway, so waiting for Mommy to get home isn't much of a challenge.

She says one day maybe her brother Brian will be here, but until that point, Mommy will be happy with taking me out to visit with Auntie Sarah and Pickles or Uncle Mark or Grandma and Granddad when they are in town. And there's always Alexis. Mommy says us being alone is for the best, it is too crowded with her, me and visitors ALL the time. And if she's lonely I suppose I can give her extra smooches.

She's hoping to get a raise someday soon and then we can start thinking about actually buying a home. I ask if I can go to open houses with her and she says maybe, but only if I sit in the car. Darn Mommy. I have to approve of the home before we move in, right? This is a democracy.

Oh wait, I'm a dog, I have no vote. As long as there are treats, Mommy and a place for my papasan chair, I suppose I'll be ok with it.

Mommy's lost her mind

She has decided to stop eating chicken. And beef and pork. (she never was too big on liver, so I can't fault her for that one). A few weeks ago she was looking at me lovingly (as you do) and thought to herself, there are places on Earth where I would make a tasty meal. And how could she justify eating other things if some people just looked at me as food? I say, silly Mommy, we live in the United States of America, we don't eat puppies here. She says that it doesn't matter, she shouldn't eat any animals since she spends time wanting to help us find forever homes.

I looked at her askance (yes, I've taken some classes on vocabulary) and said, but what about me? Doggies eat chicken. Lots of chicken. Mommy says as long as it's an animal of a size I could reasonably catch in the wild, she's okay with it. Which is fine and dandy since I was never too much into beef. But I loved the ham treats she'd occasionally give me so maybe I can trick new roommate Bill, Bridget or Uncle Mark to sneak some when Mommy isn't looking. Some of mommy's friends who are vegan also force their doggies to eat veggies, but Mommy doesn't think that's fair. Something about survival of the fittest and nature and all that.

Uncle Bill says that humans are meant to eat meat. Mommy says we are also meant to be living in trees, and we no longer do that either. Uncle Bill is from Chicago, a place Mommy says is like the meat capital of the world. It is also cold in the winters and there is snow. I asked her what snow is, she said if I don't like going outside when it's raining in a mild CA winter, I definitely wouldn't like snow. I'll take her word for it, I certainly wasn't too thrilled at the beach. If snow is anything like sand, they can have it!

So Lots of people have been coming in and out of our home recently. We do get the occasional visit from the punkin, but not so much anymore. Auntie Bridget moved out, sorta, but we still have a lot of her stuff and I like to crawl around on it and sniff it. She brings Michael (not sure if we can make him an uncle yet) who thinks I'm the best doggie ever. And Uncle Bill is now living with us and he gives me lots of treats. At the end of the day, so long as I'm getting belly rubs and treats, I don't care who's giving them. Mommy says hopefully in the winter my true Uncle Brian (he is her brother) will get to come visit. She's had enough of Chicago for one year, so she'd rather have a visit than have to go out of town. Besides, what about me? I suppose I could go to Uncle Mark's... kitties to chase and all that.

Or Auntie Bridget. Oh so many friends to choose from!

However, at the end of the day, Mommy is my mom and she's who I love best.

Ok... she just looked at this letter and said, why not so funny today, Sydney? I say maybe because I can't be funny EVERY day.

Paws out.

Uncle Bill?

So... lots of things have been going on in Mommy's life. Good things! Her friend Bridget had a crisis and had to move in with us for a while. Actually she's still here. She gives me extra lovin's when mommy is at work. (she has different hours than mommy). When Mommy comes home I'm so worn out from the long walks that when Bridget leaves for work, I just curl up under mommy's feet.

AND mommy says someone new will be moving in with us. She says his name is Bill and he is very, very sweet. He says he likes doggies. So I'm like, humph, he better! I'm the best puppy in the whole world however (mommy says if you're over two years old you can't call yourself a puppy but I say whatever mommy, you're 36 and people still card you, can't I be a puppy?) I will give Bill some smooches and let him rub my belly maybe. She hopes that Bridget will be moving out before he moves in, he might be too smothered with girlies otherwise! My mommy, auntie Bridget and me! Three girls! She says eventually we'll be just Mommy Bill and me. But maybe Bridget can visit. Her daughter Jessica likes to babysit me and mommy likes free dogsitters so it all works out.

Oh, and I've got a new collar! It's great! I'm not too big and not too small, (that makes me perfect, right Mommy?) but the collar I had was for something called medium dogs and I'm a little bit bigger than that but not so big as large. (probably because mommy won't let me eat as many treats as I want, darn mommy). So the new collar is something of a choke collar but only sort of. It's super dooper loose and I recommend it since it's only tight if I pull too hard.

Anyway, more updates as events warrant!

hello again

Super long time since I've written anything. Well I have to apologize. Mommy got a new kind of job. She is no longer footloose and fancy free as a part time massage therapist working short hours. Now she works on a TeeVee show and is gone from 7 am to maybe 6:30 pm. She was worried that I'd be upset about her being gone but now that we've been together a year, I'm like, it's okay Mommy, go to work, I'll see ya when I see ya.

We also moved. Not far, but the new home has stairs. the Punkin thought maybe I wouldn't be fond of the spiral staircase but I'm working it out. I go up there when Mommy says "I'm going to work, be back later". The later part means nap time. When she says "Be Right Back" I wait by the front door. Mommy is surprised that I can tell the difference but then I read her a story and everything is all right.

I will try to write more now that we are more settled. But now Mommy has to get back to work.

Diahhrreeah!

Let's see, where to begin. First off, Mommy spends a disproportionate amount of time and money trying to ensure that I smell nice. She says I can smell like a dog, but not like a dirty, gross dog. I am not sure what that means. Usually the action is to take me to the groomer about once every three to four weeks and they clean my ears and fur and make me all pretty. I'm a girl dog so I can admit to being a little bit vain some of the time. And the nice groomer lady leaves the hair on my head a little longer so I can look more like Mommy. Fun!

Well I figured since mom is always trying to enhance my odor, maybe I'd treat her to a new smell all on my own! Now in the past this has included some nice strawberry gum that I found lying on the ground. (Mom says I was lucky it didn't stick to my fur. I had a nice candy smell for a few days after that one) I've also found rose petals which mom really liked, especially for her allergies. One time I found a great little rotting snail carcass that had been smooshed almost beyond recognition, but Mommy saw me get near that one and I was not allowed to try on Eau de Snail. Darn Mommy.

So Mommy takes me to the dog park fairly regularly. One day, when we were there, she was talking to another person who knows the value of a rescued dog when I found a treat of all treats! Diarrhea! It wasn't mine, some other dog's, but I thought Mommy would love what new smell I'd found and so I rolled all in it. Got it in my fur nice and good. Then I ran over to mommy, mouth open, doggy laugh, tail wagging to show her what I did. Wasn't I a good girl, Mommy?

Okay, furry friends, let me just say that your hoomin might not appreciate Eau de Watery Poop. The look on my mom's face was priceless. I think she would have thrown up but she was afraid I'd like to roll in that too. I mean come on, mommy, I do have taste. She dragged me to a fountain and tried to rinse me off but every time she rubbed me down, she got a handful of slimey diarrhea. I kept looking at her wagging my tail saying "See, I did just like you did! I changed my smell!"

Now let's not forget to mention that this is 15 minutes before Mommy has to leave for work. Lazy mommy thought I could run at the dog park and she could then leave for work and I would have had some exercise. Mommy works in the evening (this fact is integral to the story). But now I'm perfumed and Mommy is freaking out. I sleep on the bed, couch, chair, floor and everywhere else I feel like in our home. I'm the baby and that's what babies do. We are spoiled. I couldn't wait to get home and refresh Mommy's home with a nice slimy poop smell.

Mommy said that will not do. She called the groomer last minute (they also board) and said Please help us! They had room but needed my shot records and MOmmy didn't have them from the shelter yet so she had to make a bunch of frantic calls while I sat there trying to figure out what was wrong. Eventually we straightened everything out, mommy left me and it cost her $100 to board and groom me. I said, if you'd let me find more stuff to roll in, we wouldn't have had this problem.

Oh well, poor mommy. She says my dog park privileges are revoked. Darn.

I am pretty!

Oh so pretty, I am witty and pretty and gay! And I pity any girl who isn't me today.

Mom says that's enough with the show tunes. But my new groomer rocks! When I got back in the car, my hair was flowing freely and getting all over the place, just like Mommy! (she spends more on my hair than she does on her own) (I'm worth it). I am so beautiful I saw myself in the mirror and did a little prance.

Now I'm back to sleeping on the floor. One thing they did though, they shaved my feet (without cutting anything else). So before I had big furry paws and everyone thought I was younger than I am (I was waiting for someone to check my ID). Mommy said do my toes so I can walk easier but they went a little too short and now it looks like I'm walking on stilts. Or that I have cat feet.

Uncle Mark has a kitty named Toes who is called that because she has extra toes. Now my feet look just like hers! Very weird since I am a biggish dog and she is just a little cat. Harumph.