Friday, August 5, 2011

A review

My mom got me some chews. No idea what they are called, but I refused them. They're gross. If I could, I'd say what they are called. I'll try asking. EWWW! Rite Aid was sold out of my Dingo Sticks! Whatever!

A lot of strangers comment that I need my butt hair trimmed. It's my statement. It's rock n roll. Stop trying to make me conform to your standards of dog bottom beauty. :)

My TV Debut

Tuesday, August 9th, I am going for a TV show taping for the Hallmark Channel. I really can wait. I am already getting far too much attention just for being attractive.

Just kidding! Bring it on! I am NYC's superstar therapy dog. OK fine, all dogs are superstars. But... I am a very unique special little snowflake of a dog, and I am learning to 'self regulate'.

Yes, a trainer at my puppy group noted that I am a little less intent on trying to accost and defeat dogs half my size. (which is about a three pounder)

 This week I met a  lady that lives in the small dog park with her small dog. She was a pet psychic, and told me I had gifts.  I left a gift in the park, it looked a lot like a poop. My mom re-gifted it to the garbage can.