I'm Britney, Bitches!

No Pets Allowed In Restrooms

Yeah, we saw the sign, we just walk right in like it doesn't apply to us.



'Cause that's how we roll.

Don't do this!

WTF? Everyone knows that you don't leave your dog tied up outside a store or restaurant. Ingrid takes me into stores where I'm welcome (and if they say that I'm not allowed, we don't go there again) and in fact just had me with her in the Rite Aid store mentioned in this flyer! They allow dogs! Take your dogs inside with you or leave us at home! Who knows where this little cutie is now. Poor thing.

I'm at the Empire State Building!

Well, not really.

I'm in deelyboppers!

We're all Irish today, bitches!

I'm after Peeps!

They are trying to blend in, but I see them.

I'm a Simulacrum!

Yeah, I didn't know what it meant either.
Simulacrum. Sounds like something that looks like a crumb. Mmm, crumb.

Seizure!

I had a seizure today! I had just walked into the dog park with my new walker, Shiko, and was running around playing when they said I started to twitch and twist and my legs got all wobbly and I finally fell down. Lucky for me there is a vet's office a block away and my walker thought fast and took me there, calling Ingrid to meet us on the way. By the time Ingrid got there (which was pretty quick, I was impressed, she hasn't moved that fast in a year!), I was feeling better and giving out kisses to the ladies in the vet's office. I didn't even remember what happened!

I'll keep you updated.

I hate the Halti

Ok, so whoever thought of this contraption should be forced to live with Paris Hilton for a week. Ingrid and Tyler want me to walk right by their sides, but, geez Lou-eeze! I gotta sniff! There are so many dogs in this neighborhood, if I don't keep track of all of 'em, it's chaos! And when they leave their scent on top of where I left my scent earlier, well, I can't let that slide. Could you?

No Puggles!

Article in the NYTimes Magazine today about so-called "designer dogs."

Meh.

Toast, a la Tony

Our friend Carla sent us some toys last week. She has two dogs and thought she had found something that would last me awhile. Think again, Carla!












This is how I play with toys, see? I like to tug 'em and pull 'em, and then sometimes when I'm just getting off on how strong I am, I just roll around in a kind of toy-ripping ecstasy.















It doesn't matter how the toys start out, twenty minutes later, they're toast.