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.
On My Way to The Hamptons
I’m on my way to the beach for the Holiday weekend but I want to remind you that there’s a lot more to me than just this ‘Home’ page. Don’t forget to check out all of me. Each of those headings in the black bar has juicy detalis of my life since the start of my Wag!
Sheer Madness
Mom caved. The whole ‘cut back’ plan just wasn’t working for us, so I’m styling again! My regular hair stylist wasn’t there (don’t you hate when that happens?) Went home, looked in the mirror and I was a schnauzer – mutton chops and all! I just died. Went right back for a redo.
She said ‘we’ had to cut back
She said ‘we’ had to cut back, and it’s come to this.
A sink and a raggedy sponge.
Since when did ‘we’ mean just me? I’ve seen her new haircut,
and between us, there’s no way she cut it herself.
Way too Green for Me
Scooper Scofflaws!! They are everywhere lately, and from the looks of it, (I can tell by the size of the business deals I see) that it’s mostly the big guys, the BMOCs, the Alphas, the TypeAs who are the worst offenders. Do they think they are doing the right thing by the environment by just leaving it where it drops? I say enough, let’s get some stimulus dollars to double… no, triple the size of the NYC Scooper Pooper Police force and build more doggie parks for us little guys and girls!
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!
Handling Celebrity. Bo is in the House.
The First Doggy Bo. Been there and done that. I’ve been a celeb from the day I was born and to be honest, you either have it or you don’t. I can tell that Bo will do just fine in the spotlight, he’s got that certain something that can’t be learned or inherited.
The Roxie Wag 