Friday, September 2, 2011

So, um, yeah....

It's been a while since I last posted to this blog. Two years to be exact. For someone who loves writing, I really don't write very much.

But I'm going to try and try again. Never mind the 5 unfilled diaries that litter my room.

I've spent more time on the layout of this blog more than anything else...but so far it's been fun.

I probably shouldn't have changed the layout, though, it was pretty bad ass before. Now it's pink. I must be going through some sort of phase.

Oh well. Until then.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Tip of the Day

If you have naturally curly hair...don't go to sleep with it wet and doused with Moroccan Oil curling cream. You'll wake up look like Medusa. I had to pull it back because of all the "pin curls" that developed during my journey into dreamland. Lovely.

I almost thought to take a picture. And next time I will. But I'm still new to this whole blog-put-your-whole-life-out-on-the-Internet thing, so maybe next time.

Doggy Diary - The Final Countdown


Okay. So I've been told that these are my last few hours with my new mommy. And I am worried. Who, pretell, is going to get me next? What is going on? Why do I feel like my world has been turned upside down?

I've just gotten used to climbing the stairs, going to the beach every day and sleeping on nice cold tile...and now you're telling me it's time to go?

I don't like it. But I'm a dog from the streets. Well, not really, but I've been to the pound. I know how this story ends.

Where was I? Oh yeah, my new mommy took me to the people park today. We walked and walked and walked...trying hard to stay ahead of a gang of moms with strollers. Gross. Take those things somewhere else please. And you need to be running around this park, not walking. If you get my drift. Okay?

My apologies for the 'tude. I'm a little tense right now...knowing that I'll have to move again tomorrow. But I had a good time anyways...and my new mommy let me drink out of the water fountain. C'est la vie.

I'm sure the health department loves to see this kind of thing. My mommy thought the fountain was "broken" so it was okay. I licked it quickly so no one would see us.


Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Doggy Diary - Day 12 & 13








Work days. I hate work days. But at least I get to ride to the beach every night. Fun! Mommy says the beach is a great way to meet cute dogs with guys. Whatever that means.



I'm a total beach dog now. I love surfers. And I love going in the water. I wish mommy would let go of the leash every once in a while.

And I always make sure I drop a load (or two) in the sand.

Doggy Diary - Day 11 & 12

My mommy got back from Turrontoe today. And then we just pretty much chilled. Mommy went to the British Open party but came back safely at noon. Then she just laid on the couch. And I laid on the floor. The next day she did homework all day. But we did go to the doggy park ...well we broke into the doggy park that has been "closed for repair" for three weeks and played with some other dogs. It was fun.
I was not happy when Tom Watson choked on the 18th hole of the Open Championship. So I decided to sleep through the "playoff." Ruff.

Doggy Diary - Day 8, 9 and 10

Today mommy took me to Mama Welch's house. She said she had to go to Turrontoe or something like that. But I got to go play with Buster and go in and out the doggy door as many times as I wanted and I got to take long walks around the block. It was so cool.


This is Buster. He's kind of a re-tard.




I finally got that stupid dog to play. I think.


Whew. Playing is tough work. Nap time.


I love Mama Welch.

And Mama Welch loves me.


Ruff

Doggy Diary - Day 7


I like watching the surfers....

Today was just like any other day. Early morning walk. Pee. Nibble on some kibble and bits. My new mommy almost left out of the cage until I started biting at the carpet, and then for some reason it was, "here's some bacon, in you go." But when my new mommy came home she took me to the beach for a nice long walk. I love the beach. The beach is my friend. I like to poo at the beach. The sand is much nicer...and doesn't tickle your butt like grass does.


Car ride to the beach...