Swine Flu, Oh My Gosh!!
We can get it too!!! — take precautions and be careful where you’re licking and sniffing.
He’s back texting! My first love Pablo (my dog walker)
who disappeared without so much as the ‘let’s be friends talk.’ What am I going to do? I’ve moved on.
Yea Yankees!!!
For some inexplicable reason Mom took me to get my teeth cleaned today, instead of going to the Yankees parade.
I tried my best to get out of it and be there but didn’t happen. Sure hope the DVR is on. I sooo love a ticker tape parade. I get chills just thinking about it!
My pal Tate lounging in his new bedroom reminiscing
about the “thing” he had with Warren in the 60’s.
(page 75…has all the details)
Are you looking at me…the hat…or for the
turkey sandwich I’ve got stashed under here?
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!
Love on the Rise
A tall, dark handsome man, a real McSteamy, put the moves on me while Mom and I were in the elevator. As we made our way up to our floor he couldn’t stop looking me up and down, and giving me the once over. Finally, he asked flat out, “Boy or Girl?”
(My first thought was-duh-this one’s not the brightest bulb in the box. Isn’t my heart-shaped rhinestone studded collar and leash a clue?) But without skipping a beat, Mom said, “girl!”
He looked back down at me, winked, and said “If she were a real girl, I’d be dating her.”… I think I’m in love.
To Tweet or Not to Tweet
I meet a lot of guys and I gotta say, I’m a bit fuzzy on ‘The Rules’ these days. How long does one wait after a meet and greet or a first date to ‘text’ him—how about ‘im-ing’ and ‘ichat-ing’? Does ‘friending’ him on ‘facebook’ say I like you, but we’re never, ever having sex? Is following someone on ‘Twitter’ the same as stalking?
I say it makes no difference at all… Men are men, they’re pretty basic when it comes down to brass tacks and respond to attention of any kind whatsoever. So tweet, text and im away!
Shhhhh!!!
Oh my gosh, got laryngitis—how is that possible in June, I ask you!—oh yeah, had to deal with the two scraggly yappers down the hall and lost my voice yelling at them. I’ll be back as soon as soon as I can speak.
A Girl’s Gotta Do What a Girl’s Gotta Do
I reached a new low this weekend at our Hamptons house. There was quite the spread for our dinner guests, Aged Cheese, Sesame Crackers, Guacamole, Tortilla Chips, Salsa, Sauteed Sugar Snap Peas, and the ‘pièce de résistance’ Barbequed Tequila/Lime Marinated Turkey Breast.
It smelled divine, but apparently none of it was meant for me, so I had to take matters into my own hands and snarf leftover bits from the garbage. It wasn’t pretty, but I got what I wanted.
The Roxie Wag 