I am frightened…

What a fatso!

http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,24107945-2,00.html

Let’s go on a road trip!

I sent this website

 to my mom so she can plan a road trip for us.  How much fun would it be to meet new people to kiss all over the country? 

As you know, I could care less about the dogs… I go to dog parks for the people.

Oh! and here is my dog park,

http://tinyurl.com/5u7n4l

My pics should be up on the site soon!

Dogs aren’t supposed to wear backpacks!

Hey Kids!

My mom bought this thing for me a little while ago:

Apparently the Dog Whisperer recommends that dogs should wear backpacks to give them a sense of purpose. 

What a bunch of bologne if you ask me!  hmmm… bologne?  that sounds pretty good about now.

I thought I’d tell you about it, cause some of you wimpy dogs out there might like to be a SLAVE.

As for me, I am a bit above such bourgeois trends.  Sorry I have to be honest.  I made her return it.  Anyways, my assistant – I mean my mom - carries all of my treats and necessities as she should.

If you want one, have your mom or dad buy you one here:

http://www.ruffwear.com

Sucka!

I wanna go hunt down this awful person

I just read this horrible story,

http://tinyurl.com/6k3llj

You know I don’t care for other dogs much (I much prefer people) but I also do not want to hear about dogs being hurt.

I love wine country

Dear Mom,

When can we go?

http://tinyurl.com/6987ln

Kisses,

Lucy

No respect

All in all, my weekend was fun.  Mom took me on a couple of long walkies.  We explored parts of the path that we don’t see every day.  Lots of new smells…  I love that.

This was a bit strange.  I saw these two signs right next to each other:

  

I tried barking at the fence to see what would happen.  Guess what I heard?  Silence.  Seems like a coupla wimpy dogs to me.  Beware of dog?!?  Pffffttt!

Ok, this was rude.  On Friday, my mom brought me to a dinner party.  I KNOW they were eating some tasty food cause I know what filet mignon smells like.  Noone offered any food to me.  I was also stuck with a snivelly, ridiculously hairy dog all night.  Not so fun.  This is about how exciting my night was:

I tell you, I get no respect around here.

My favorite collar before I got skunked

Hey friends,

If you have the kinda clout I have with my parents, make them buy you this collar.  It’s pretty cool and it helps me keep focus on my mission.

I loved this collar.  Unfortunately, one day I got skunked.  It was great, by the way.  I love that smell.  My parents did NOT and after that, they threw away my squirrel collar and now I’m wearing a stupid girly collar.

Kisses,

Lucy

So close…

Okay my relationship with my mom is a bit strained right now.  She keeps yelling at me on walkie. 

Today I was THIS close to nailing a squirrel, but she kept yelling at me to come.  Doesn’t she know that I have a civic duty?  Doesn’t she know that I have a mission to accomplish?  Dude, I was THIS close.

I just wish she could be more understanding.  That’s all. 

Ayelet’s house is looking better and better these days.

Steaming mad

I am steaming mad today.  We ran into Trousers and his mom again today.  Trousers mom told my mom that her sister has a litter of 4 week old Boston Terriers.  My mom seemed a LITTLE too interested for my liking. 

If they get a new bratty, stupid dog, I’m outta here.  I’ll go live with Auntie Ayelet… she’s got the sweetest house.  Or, the ladies who love me on the trail would be fun to live with.

But DUDE, I almost caught a squirrel this morning.  THIS close.  Tomorrow.

Wanted: PR Assistant

So we ran into my good friend Trousers this morning.  I told my mom I’d let her be my PR Assistant to help promote my blog.  She needs to feel important, you know.

Get this, she tells Trousers mom about my blog.  Trousers mom says, “uh, we gotta go” and walked away.  Clearly she sucks at this. 

Trousers has no chance.