Grrrrrrrrr

I hung out with my man Doodalooloo on Memorial Day and am still recovering. He sure knows how to wrestle. We rolled around on his living room floor for hours and hours.

Bathing Sucks

Morningside Park Dogrun Romp

There were more than a dozen dogs in the run today. At first, I felt a little intimidated. The other dogs seemed so cultured and worldly. They barked on and on about pied-a-terres in Southhampton and summers spent abroad. I stood by mom's legs for a while. I wish she'd left beer on the coffee table for me again. Liquid courage would've been helpful.

I loosened up eventually and ran up and down the stairs; gleefully chasing tennis balls, pigeons, and squirrels. Some of the other dogs started to run after me and eventually a game of tag ensued. I made lots of new friends and mom got to relax.

Hangin' at the Park

Whoooodeeeehoooooo

Mom had a rough day but right after her morning jog, she took me to the dogrun where I met a yorkie named Chuck and a cute little yippy broad whose name I shall not mention. We had a blast. Mom even had water for me so that I could stay out for over an hour. She looked really tired but she hung out with Chuck's mom, a really sweet woman who lives on the east side of Mt. Morris Park.

After the dogrun, mom took me to Queens to visit with Donna. Donna is doing much better these days and she asked mom to put me on her lap. Mom complied and Donna gave me a big hug and lots of kisses. Donna's really cool...and so is her mom. I could tell that my mom was glad to spend the day with me. She felt uneasy about having to drop me off at home before visiting her grandma in the Bronx.

When mom got home she took me for a nice long walk. We made it home as the sky opened up and released a light shower on our little Harlem village.

Back at the dogrun

So this morning mom accidentally slammed the door on my head. But I'm okay, I'm okay. I do have a little bruise under my right eye though. She panicked of course, picked me up, held me, and rubbed my belly for awhile. She cooed at me, etc. I wanted to tell her to just chill and that I really needed to go to the bathroom but I held it. I can't resist a good bellyrub.

We went to the dogrun. We haven't been there in over two weeks because of my surgery and I had a lot of pent up energy that needed to be released. There was a slow movin' little black pug in the dogrun with me. I taunted him. I mounted him to show him that I was the boss and then I smacked him in the face in an attempt to get him to run after me. Nothing worked. The poor fool's belly was weighing him down. Mom thought he was cute and reached down to pet him so I snarled at her.

Eventually little Mr. Pugsly and his owner left me all alone. I barked, I ran around an played with sticks, and I talked to other dogs as they walked by the dogrun. "Come on in and play with me." But no one came. Mom took me home where I napped and napped.

Please baby baby please baby baby please

Mom and pops left town this weekend and they thought I didn't know. I watched them packin' up their suitcases enviously. I grabbed mom's bikini top and ran through the apartment with it. "Y'all can't leave without me," I shouted.

They just stared at me as though I wasn't making any sense. Then pops grabbed me and shook me upside down until I lost hold of the top. He gave me a big, hug, a squeeze, and played our throw the puppy game with me as mom quickly dragged the luggage outside. He put the dang silencing collar on me that sprays me when I try to talk and ran out of the apartment. I was livid but I couldn't say a word without getting my snout squirted. Ugh. So I danced around to some trip hop that they left on for me before I fell asleep.

The sound of keys in the door roused me from my slumber and when the door opened it was Courtney. I ran towards her with glee and wagged my little tail stump so that she knew I remembered her. She looked like she had had a rough day so I played with her knees and when she bent down, I gave her a big kiss on the cheek. She smiled and pet me and rubbed my ears before putting on my leash and taking me over to her place. Human chicks can't resist me but I'm still having a hard time with the b***hes.

I spent the weekend with Courtney and her new man friend, Ray. That Saturday, they took me to the park where I got to sniff after hotties. Although I can no longer make babies, my equipment still works. I tried to whisper that to a cute rottweiler but she kissed her teeth and cut her eyes at me.

"Where you from?" she asked.

"Upstate," I replied as Courtney started pulling me away. "Yo baby, I walk this route every day...let's meet up."

"Puh-lease, you ain't hood enough for me," The Rottie said gruffly.

My ego was more than a little bruised. I lost the pep in my step and walked with my head hung low for the rest of the afternoon. I guess my accent still reeks of upstate even though I've been living here since last summer. As if there's anything wrong with being from upstate...shoot!

Courtney and Ray could tell I was upset so they took me back home fed me, played fetch with me, and rubbed my belly for hours, which took my mind off the rejection. Here's a picture of Ray tellin' me that one day I'll meet the right woman and that everything will be okay. They're the best sitters uptown!