It's too dark to read inside a dog, but you can try:
I didn't do it!
so tell her
and let me get my rest.
Monday, January 27, 2003
The Alpackies in Action - WOO BOY!
Flailed by Flan 9:01 AM
Dirty Hippie: You smell!Saturday, January 18, 2003
Me: Looks whose talking. They don't call you The Dirty Hippie for nothing, sweetheart.
The house has been invaded. Just our luck that we'd get two girls and neither one give a rip about long nails. Unfortunately, one doesn't give a rip about hygeine others. Such a bother. However, it looks as if I will be getting a bath soon (whenever the girl leaves for long periods of time her mother lets me romp around in the barnyard so I always greet the girl with ZEST and GUSTO of smell. Sadly, she never seems to appreciate it). Le sigh.
In other news, I got to go to Atlanta last night. It was boring. No wonder Sherman burned it - at least it probably looked pretty all aflame. I imagine the dirty hippie would look pretty like that too....
Flailed by Flan 11:46 AM
The girl can beg all she wants but there is NO WAY I'm going to go out in the snow with four hair dryers strapped to my legs as I amble down the highway just to help clear the road faster.Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Unless, of course, there's a treat in it for me.
Flailed by Flan 7:41 PM
My birthday, the last day of February, is going to be on a Friday this year so I'm thinking that I'm going to have a small little get together (streamers! balloons! cakes! posters hung at the bookstore weeks in advance announcing the occasion!) on either that night or the next day.
I will be turning 3 or 21 in human years so it's kind of a big coming of age event. I'll let you know details when I know them. However, for now I just wanted to say that everyone is invited.. and encouraged to bring me presents.
I'm so hoping for a pony this year!
Flailed by Flan 7:01 PM
Dear Mister Landlord Apartment Typey Person - I can do a lot more damage to CARPETS than hardwood floors. Trust me on this one. -Love, The Dog.Monday, January 13, 2003
A few months ago the girl got really excited about these apartments which were coming up on main street on the second floor of some of the older (from the late 1800s) buildings there. Hardwood floors, jacuzzi bathtubs, smoothtop ranges, remote control lighting, the original brick with all its character, swoon, gush, watch girl's eyes glaze over with daydreaming. However, she was told they didn't allow pets because their claws would scratch up the hardwood floors. Immediately she tried to teach me how to tumble into a room instead of walking. She then tried getting me to scooch along on my stomach.
This is not acceptable.
However, yesterday she was informed by the owner that he had been HARASSED by SEVERAL people who found out about them keeping the girl and I out so he was making a special exception.
Awwww yeah - flannery charm in effect! I have a posse! Step back, yo!
Flailed by Flan 6:55 PM
The girl + power tools = I haven't been this scared since I was about to be spayed.Sunday, January 05, 2003
Heaven help us.
Flailed by Flan 11:16 PM
New Years Resolutions:Saturday, January 04, 2003
1. Learn how to scratch the girl's back
2. Learn how to shelve books
3. Learn how to bathe and groom self
Obviously, the girl has made my resolutions for me this year after she scoffed at my, "develop more cat like reflexes so that I can defeat my nemesis Calvin" and "eat my weight in fresh steak" ones. Some people have no appreciation for lofty goals.
Flailed by Flan 7:04 AM
The girl returns home and greets me with a, "You're so skinny and you stink!" to which I reply, "You're fat and you smell like cat."
Happily reunited again.
Flailed by Flan 6:07 PM
