The L.I.E. is always a breeze for me!
We’re cruis’in home from summer on autopilot, and I’m in my happy place — no traffic down here — hate traffic.
The Public Option—Not for Me!
I may be thirsty, but I don’t do ‘public’ anthing. Not public water bowls, not public bathrooms and no public transportaion—not ever.
You just never know who’s been lapping here and where they’ve been lapping…I’ve got a pretty good idea from my own experience and it isn’t pretty.
Happy Birthday Mom!!!!
That’s right—’double digits’— she’s 10. We’re going to be partying tonight!!!
It’s Heating-Up in the Hamptons
First Ashton, now Bon Jovi in spinning class on the bike right next to me…also spotted Alec Baldwin and Sir Paul McCartney. Does it get any better than this?
Cutest Doggy Contest
Popped into Tiffany’s today in East Hampton and ended up entering my first Beauty Contest. Voting for ‘Cutest Doggy’ starts August 1rst and runs all week. Everybody pleasssse go and vote for me!!! I’m #133.
There are a few others that look a little like me so remember Vote #133!!! Vote every day.
The Sterling Silver Bling for ‘the cutest’ is outstanding.
Hunger in the Hamptons
Had to take matters into my own hands again and go ‘dumpster diving’. Mom and all her friends ate up every last drip and drop of Saturday evenings’ Grilled Rack of Lamb. Honestly, they were licking their fingers and sucking the bones dry right in front of me—what a nightmare.
Now I ask you—just how hard do you think it would’ve been to have put an extra rack on the grill for me?
Facing Facts
I don’t like the way it sounds or what it implies
but the reality is — I’m a “cougar!”
…and I especially like ‘em young—like Sweet Nathan. He was my first—it sort of felt as if I had robbed the crate—a month shy of his second birthday that chilly February day. But it was an afternoon I’ll never forget. Yup, we took a long walk in the snow, shared kibble and chased squirrels.
Stars and Stripes Forever!!!
Is this a good look for me or what? I was the hit of the party last night…and the party was a blast!
Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend
Not sure whether I want to eat it or wear it—my life is so full of hard choices like this. But I Just luv the new bling my Mom got for me over the weekend.
Crime Scene Cuties
I’m canceling DoggieJDate. There’s a new game in town. We had an incident at our Hamptons house and had to call the cops. The two most adorable officers came to check out the damage. Men in uniforms… Works for me. I made them dust me for fingerprints. It was just the best.
Okay I admit it, I love sniffing tush.
And where is the absolute best place to do so? It’s a no brainer… the dog park, of course. Total access in a confined space. What more could a ‘tushyist’ like myself ask for? I call it pretty darn close to heaven.
It’s just like High School. There are the popular ones (that would be me in my younger days. I was known as Ms. Perky.) Everyone paid attention to me. I was constantly on the move and in the center of the action. Now I just lurk in the corners waiting for an available tush to come my way. I then go stealth, sneak up from behind and go in for a good whiff, then dash away, because my tush, by the way, is off limits at all times.
There are the jocks (the ones with the biggest balls and chewy toys) who dominate the park, swagger about, and hump everyone in sight, the drama queens (the ones who whine and moan about not getting a chance to play with any toys) but, then, given the chance, think the toys are too disgusting to put in their mouths. I’ve actually seen Moms and Dads at the park using plastic bags to pick up balls. Can you believe it? Such sissies!
The nerds (the ones who are always picked on) who huddle in small bunches in corners and appear to not be doing much of anything, but are actually creating the next wave of something cool that will take over the world, the teachers pets (we know who they are) sucking up to anyone giving away doggy treats, then scoot away and hide under benches or behind trees.
I just love the dog park, even though I’d never, ever, want to go back to High School.
Separated at Birth
I can’t believe how much I look like Jane Fonda’s Tulea.
Only I don’t do bows, I do balls.
Woof’s Up
April 30, 2009
Is this how I’m supposed to wear it?
I’m doggone scared of that swine flu!!!
Woof’s Up
April 30, 2009
No Pets Allowed
What is that about? The places that display this sign obviously don’t know what a foodie I am! Nor the lengths to which I will go to for ‘people’ food. First of all, let’s get this straight. I don’t do DOG FOOD. I eat take-out gourmet chicken, (unfortunately with some dreadful prescription dog food that my Mom insists on mixing with the chicken.) So its neccessary for me to supplement my meals every way I can — sometimes it ain’t pretty, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
Most of my kind find hanging out at peoples’ feet at the dinner table, hoping for droppings, satisfactory. Not me. Big dinner parties are my favorite milieu. Someone always gets up — and when they do I put on my cutest face, grab something from their plate and I’m off. Half the time no one even catches me.
I do my best work with Hors D’oeuvres on a low cocktail table – although I was caught last summer standing on the table with 2 empty dip dishes licked dry and cracker pieces hanging from my moustache. That same week, while we were walking around a Flea Market, a fellow walking in front of us was dangling his hot dog a little low. I just couldn’t help grabbing and gobbling it up. Mmmm, mmm, love those dogs!
