The house is ready and waiting.
It is getting chilly outside!
Happy LGBTQIA Pride, from the heart of the San Francisco festivities. I went to my house for the Dyke March. People came over, and dogs came over.
It was a bit much for me. However, a nice boy named Takeo gave me a lot of love until the other mother arrived.
The other mother walked me home among the throngs of vomiting revelers. In the midst of the crowd, on the corner of Church & 18th, I walked straight into it: the most beautiful bacon wrapped hot dog that I have ever seen, just laying there on the sidewalk, as if waiting for me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I seized the succulent dog in my teeth and proceeded to try and eat the whole thing on the spot. I got about a third of it chewed off, but it was such a big mouthful that it kept getting in the way of my windpipe. Gobble, cough, hack, repeat. The other mother had the gall to pull me away from my luscious greasy prize. She said I had had enough. The nerve of some people.
First of the evening: Gin Mare and FT Light tonic, with a squeeze of orange.
Second: Walter Collective and FT Bitter Lemon.
I am a puppy of mystery. Some mornings I wake up with wild longings to tussle.
Other times, I just want to crawl back into bed and be cozy.
There’s a lot of hustle and bustle in our neighborhood today. Stay tuned for SF Pride pictures! While you wait, here is a wine glass votive lampshade to entertain you.
Is it plate licking time yet, two leg!
why you take so long to give me a plate…
Well, hello, dog fans. I am still here. It got pretty hot there for a while. It didn’t change my routine much. Sleep, wake, go out for a pee, writhe in the bed, eat, sleep again, follow the other mother everywhere she goes, stealth farting, go out for a walk, rest, eat, crazy dog time, nap, go out for a pee, sleep. Occasionally there is a bath thrown in.
Yesterday I got a chewy and stayed in my cage for a couple of hours, whilst the other mother and family went out to do errands. I do like my cage, it is restful and smells of chewies past and present.
We got a box of Spanish treats! I approve heartily of the chicken flavored dog treats.
It is exhausting living in the same house with cats. They are so weird. One moment they are hissing, the next they try to sit next to me. The gray one and I will occasionally hang out close to each other. The tan one avoids me like the plague. The best thing about the cats are the morsels of food they leave behind in their bowls.
and it feels so good!