Friday, October 29, 2004

 
There are no leashes in the park
We really are having failures to communicate in the last few weeks. Apparently, Katie does not understand that leashes are not for in the park. Leashes actually aren't for any time, but particularly not in the park. There was a dog there with no people. She was following us around a bit but then ran off. I would have let her go, hey if you don't want to play with me, that's fine. I don't have ego wrapped up in the invite. But, no we followed her. So, I wandered off. Then she must've wandered off. Then we went up into part of the cemetery we haven't been to in a while, which was really great, until al the sudden I'm on a leash and we're still wandering around. We did get to run, which was nice, but the other dog ran away and then finally her people showed up. To make it worse, that was another dog when we were leaving that was going to play ball. I could have stole it and that dog would've chased me. He's a good sized lab or something like that (it was dark out, who can tell), so he would've run. As we were leaving, off in the distance, I could see my friends. We didn't even get to say hello.

 
Give a Dog a Bone
It has come to my attention that there is a difference of opinion as to the true nature and purpose of the evening walk. It really is not polite to dig food out of somebody else's mouth. Oh, and if I decide to mark something, one really ought not say "yea."

Thursday, October 14, 2004

 
First door, on your right
As we were starting to leave the cemetery, two people came around the gate house. The woman urinated right outside. I wouldn't mention it, except, that people usually urinate in their house. Usually, they use a toilet. She must have had to go really bad, since there is a toilet just around the corner of the building and she didn't even check the spot out first.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

 
I don't think so...
Hydraulic dog-walkers. I scoff.

 
Dogs Rule
80% of executives love their dog more than their wife or kids. I know this, because we saw it in Fast Company. Paragraph 5 - Dogs get the most "unabashed affection."

Sunday, October 03, 2004

 
Um, Be-e-er

Didn't get any Chinese food tonight, but when a bottle fizzed over I did get some beer. Cream stout. It was okay off the table, but not good enough to lick the remnants off the floor once it'd been wiped up a little.

Saturday, October 02, 2004

 
Dinner

I ate their dinner. Not all of it, just the part that they left on the table while they were finishing making the rest of it. Was Joe ever mad. Who'd've thought Joe could get mad at me. He was yelling and everything, and I kept wagging my tail and that made him more mad. The longer I'm here the more disinclined I am to shove my tail between my legs and wander away in contrition. Besides, I thought for sure Katie had seen the first plate. She came out, but I guess I managed to look innocent after all and she must not have noticed. I went ahead and ate the second plate. When she came back out, I must not have heard her because there I was standing on the chair looking at her and her back at me. That's when the yelling started.


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