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

Woof.

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.

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The Dog Blog -- Post #5 -- Pals

Woof.

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.

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The Dog Blog -- Post #4 -- Comeuppance

Woof.

Every morning, Alpha takes me to the dog park.

Now generally speaking, this is a good thing. We started doing this more regularly -- pretty much every day -- after my littermate Bridget went off to college. I miss Bridget.

Even though she's a human, we used to play a lot, wrestle -- I could always beat her at tug the leash!

Anyway...

I think Alpha feels bad that I don't have Bridget to play with, and so he makes sure I get some park time every day. And like I said, generally speaking, it's a good thing.

But lately, well, Vigo has been getting out of hand.

Vigo is pretty much the best athlete I've ever seen. I mean, I used to be pretty much the fastest dog at the park, but Vigo, Vigo can catch me like I'm standing still.

But sometimes, Vigo can be a real dick. He plays too rough and I can't really make him stop.

So, lately when we go to the park... Well, I'm not always looking forward to it, you know.

I've been thinking of having a talk with Alpha about this, maybe chewing up a few of his favorite books and then he gets mad and decides to punish me and not take me to the park, only...

Vigo was being especially dick-like, and well... sometimes humans are okay. Vigo's Alpha rolled him. I mean rolled him! All four in the air. Knee in his chest. And she wouldn't let him up for a long time -- not until he really got it that he had to take it easy on the rest of us at the park. Yeah, it was okay.



Yeah, maybe we did laugh a little...

Okay, maybe it was a lot. All I know is Vigo got it good and I'm looking forward to going to the park again. You know, god is dog spelled backwards. Maybe there's something to that.

Snout out.

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The Dog Blog -- Post #3 -- RULES

Woof.

Okay, I was a little grumpy yesterday.

But I'm better today.

The thing is, there are too many rules. Don't get up on the couch. Yeah, right. Don't eat stuff that lives in the same house as you.

Please! That baby gets out of there, we're talking meal time!

Too many rules. It should be pretty simple: Do your thing outside, not inside, feed the dog and play with him.

But I figured out why it doesn't work out that way: signs.

Humans seem to have a sign for everything:

We saw this one yesterday. But look at all the this:

And somehow, we're expected to follow the signs, but do humans?

I think not!

Sign Sign everywhere a sign Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign.

Remember, Alpha is old, so I get to listen to stuff like The Five Man Electrical Band. I mean how else would you know a lyric like that if you didn't live with an old guy?

Anyway... I was getting all set to protest all this sign... excuse the phrase... crap... You know, maybe dig up the backyard, eat some more DVDs -- something. I was getting pretty worked up, and then, this:

Okay, so maybe signs aren't ALL bad.

Snout out.

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The Dog Blog Post #2 -- Old Dudes Rule

Woof.

It's me. Miqo. Back again.

I'm not saying Alpha is old, but he's got ties that are so skinny Jenny Craig wants to use them as a spokesmodel.

Need I say more? And the music he listens to! "Classic Vinyl" is not the only music station on Sirius, you know? And Bruce Springsteen? The way Alpha looks at him, they ought to get a room.

Anyway...

Every morning, Alpha takes me to the dog park. That's a good thing.

Only today...

Now, Alpha is old, but not that old. I mean we're not talking say-no-to-power hippy time here. I hate to say it, but if we're talking influences, we're looking more Jimmy Carter than William Ayres.


Sucks to be me.


Well... Maybe tomorrow. Only... Wait a minute... Alpha is opening the door.

We're going to... He's going to break the rules. He's going to let me play on the grass OUTSIDE the park fence. And there's a bunch of other guys here, too!

Old dudes rule!


Snout out.

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