Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Dog Blog -- Post #10 -- Venice Park Dogs


Don't you just hate it when a song gets stuck in your head? Alpha was singing this DO-PEY song, and now I can't get it out of my head: "Hot dogs. Armour hot dogs... " Yuck! I can't stand it!!! Only one thing to do... Take the tune and turn it into something else. So, with apologies to Stephen Sondheim, I give you THE VENICE DOG PARK song (sung to the tune of the Armour Hot Dog song).

Park dogs. Venice park dogs.

What kind of dogs are Venice Park dogs?

Big dogs...

Little dogs...

Dogs who hang in packs...

Fat dogs...

Skinny dogs...

Even dogs in pickup trucks...

love dog parks. Venice Dog Park. The park where dogs love to play...

Snout out.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


The strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack...


Snouts in the air. Ears up.

One of our own is in trouble and so, from near and far, the pack has gathered. Anne needs our help.

Thinking deep purple.

Thinking deep purple.

Thinking deep purple.

Thinking deep purple.

Thinking deep purple.

Thinking deep purple.

With fierce and and determined voice we make our promise to watch over you until the danger has passed.


Saturday, January 24, 2009

The Dog Blog -- Post #7 -- Things I Like


It's rainy today. I can't go out. So I thought I'd take a moment or two to think about the things I like.

Hanging at the park with my peeps and the humans is pretty fun.

But I've got to say, humans have no sense when it comes to play time. They always want to go somewhere else just when you're getting started. So, if my leash is on the fence, then you know I'm having a good time and not getting dragged some place else. So, we love the hanging leash...

Gotta love the girl.

Belly rubs.

Love chewing the ball.

And then there's the holidays. There is no gainsaying the charm of the holidays. Christmas.

Trees smell good. Those shiny things are really crunchy. And everybody is in a good mood, so you can get away with murder. I really do like hanging on the couch -- no matter what Alpha says about it!

And you get to visit with pals. That's Nelson and Tamba.

Aunt Anne getting a hug. She looooves her some dawg.

Everyone's in a good mood for the holidays, so you can get away hanging at the table.
You're looking at one of the world's best food stealers.

And that's my cousin Tamba hanging in the backyard before Thanksgiving dinner.

Tiahna is his Alpha.

The three amigos waiting for a treat. Love that turkey!

Tamba sleeping off the triptophans.

Sometimes, we go to Aunt Anne and Uncle Ho's.
It's much more civilized at their home. Dogs get to sit on the couch.

Aunt Anne is the most amazing cook. One day, us dogs will get some of that turkey while it's still on the table -- not just scraps!
Well, it stopped raining. Alpha's taking me to the park. So... Gotta go...
Snout out.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The Dog Blog -- Post #6 -- Being There


I've got it pretty easy today.

Alpha went off to the Staples Center, and he's doing all the heavy lifting. I might have a comment or two, though.

Clearly, this was not a convention of snappy dressers. Nooop. Alpha was going to watch the inaguration -- whatever that is. I'm not exactly sure what was going on. It's kind of like a human dog park, only more crowded.

There was some president guy or something. Alpha was pretty excited. Beats me.

Lots of people were excited.
Little kids.

The crowd.

Everyone looks pretty proud. I don't know what was going on exactly, but people seemed pretty happy. I watched on TV (okay, maybe I was up on the couch at the time -- don't tell Alpha) and it seemed like maybe this was a ceremony people do when the pack gets a new alpha.

I wish I could have been there.

Still, some things never change.

Snout out.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Dog Blog -- Post #5 -- Pals


This is my pal Jasper.

This is his Alpha Scott.

Alpha Scott dropped Jasper off to spend the night.

Only I’m not sure Jasper knew he was spending the night. He was kind of sad after his Alpha left.

And I kind of made it worse because I like biting his neck and… Well… Okay… I did steal his collar. He was kind of upset.

I didn’t know it meant so much to him. Alpha rescued it from me, put it up on the table so I couldn't tear it apart. I'm glad; Jasper really likes his collar.

Jasper and me worked it out.

We played tug the bone.

Got into the trash. Jasper, I'm sorry I let you take the blame for that one.

I ate Jasper’s food. Jasper ate mine. Alpha says the result of us eating the wrong food should have been outlawed by the Geneva Convention. I don't know what he could mean by that. Pfffffff....

We went to the park.

Then we caught our breath.

So we got comfy on Alpha’s bed, took a nice little nap.

I’m really glad Jasper is my bud.

Snout out.