Thursday, August 23, 2007

dog tag

Since I don't know of any other dogs who blog, I'm starting a meme and tagging any dogs who read this blog.

1. Your age?
I was born on April 17, 2007. So that makes me four months and six days old.

2. Your age when came to live with your people?
Nine weeks.

3.What color is the collar you’re wearing right now?
Black. It's slimming and it has a little bling in the shape of a bone.

4. Who is your favorite person other than the people you live with?
Hmm, that's a tough one. I like Cabrini and Karen from The Lofty Dog. But I also like Shannon, Angel, Tastypants, my woman's Development Exec, Grandma Angie and Grandpa Del.

5. How much do you weigh?
At my last veterinarian's appointment I weighed in at 8 pounds, but even though I've been eating these low-calorie treats I think I've gained a pound since.

6. Most expensive thing you’ve ever chewed up?
I've never chewed anything up completely, just nibbled on a few shoes and slippers, maybe the corner of the sofa (but I think it's a cheap sofa that she was going to reupholster, anyway).

7. Do you like other Dogs?
Yes, big ones, small ones, it really doesn't matter - I like 'em. Especially if they like to romp and play as much as I do.

8. Who is your best non-human friend?
My brother Cody and his loftmates. But I have a lot of other non-human friends, I just don't see them a lot because of scheduling issues. But from downtown alone there's Ruby, Kloey, Dalai, Sparky, Tank, Buddy, Luca, and Boo. Then, from the westside, my friends Gadget, Bella and Champoy. They came over this past Saturday night to hang out. They like downtown and we had fun running all around my loft and patio.

9. Squeaky Toys or Tennis Balls?
I prefer squeaky toys but I have a few tennis balls, too. However, my tennis balls squeak.

10. Do you like to be brushed?
I have to be in the mood for it, but the woman who takes care of me brushes me everyday regardless of what mood I'm in. She can be so annoying.

11. Peanut Butter or Cheese?
I haven't had either. I really like venison and salmon jerky treats, turkey gobbles, and carrots.

12. Do your people cut your toenails?
Are you kidding me? Have you seen their toenails? No thanks, I get mine done professionally at The Lofty Dog.

13. Any formal education?
No, not yet. I do know how to "come", "sit, lie "down" and jump "in the pen". The woman who takes care of me is teaching me to jump into a basket, then onto the daybed in the main room. I've only done it a few times, but I think I've nailed it.

14. Couch potato or Energizer Bunny?
The man and woman who take care of me say I get "puppy frenzy", but I'm usually happy to just hang out.

15. What are some nicknames your people call you?
The Little Emperor
His Imperial Majesty
Demon Dog (but only during puppy frenzy)

16. What is your best trick?
I don't really have a best trick. Does sneaking into the bedroom, grabbing a shoe and chewing it under the bed count?

17. Do you like kitties?
I don't know. What do they taste like?

18. What did you have for breakfast?
Kibble and a few treats.

19. Can you hunt (aka have you ever killed anything living)?
No, but I chased down a cricket for the woman to kill.

20. When & why was the last time you went to the V.E.T.?
A few weeks ago for my rabies shot.

21. Where do you sleep at night?
In my brand new, spacious and well-appointed crate, in the bedroom with the man and woman who take care of me.

22. Do you like to swim?
I haven't tried it, but I overheard the woman telling the man who takes care of me that she wants to get me a wading pool.

23. Can you make puppies?
I'm a little too young, but I'm gonna get "fixed". I'm not really sure what that means, everyone changes the subject when I ask.

24. Your favorite place to visit?
The Lofty Dog.

25. Do you give kisses?

26. Can you potty on command?
No, but I'm getting better.

So that's me, now it's your turn. Answer the questions on your blog, then leave the link in the comments. If you or your owner don't have a blog, then you can answer in the comments.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

other dogs i know

tank and wonton
photo courtesy of the man who takes care of me

A few weeks ago (though it seems like forever ago to me), I went to the Dog Day Afternoon at the Cathedral shindig and met a lot of other downtown dogs. That was the best day ever. That was the first time that the man and woman who take care of me let me out in public and around other dogs. Something about waiting until I get all my shots and build up immunity or some nonsense like that. The man (I think his name is "Baby", that's what the woman keeps calling him) and woman who take care of me kept me on a leash so I couldn't run all over the place, but it was cool because I was able to sniff around and made as many friends as possible.

There were so many friendly dogs and we were all over the plaza. That's Sherman Tank and me in the picture above, moments before he slobbered all over me. I sniffed this golden retriever named Buddy. I don't think he realized I was back there because he wagged his tail and knocked me down! Thankfully I'm really low to the ground and didn't get hurt in the fall, just embarrassed. I was like, "Whoa, did anybody see me eat the pavement?" Ed, Don and Gary were snapping pictures and someone was shooting video, but I don't think anyone saw me.

photo courtesy of the man who takes care of me

I met Joe and Ruby, who live in the Historic Core. That's Ruby in the picture above. I like Ruby, but I don't think she's that into me. Hard to believe, I know! I even let the woman who takes care of me give Ruby some of my liver treats. She ate three, but still kinda ignored me. I think it's because I'm a little short for her. It could also be my age, but who knows what these bitches like, right?

photo by Benjamin Pezzillo
This is Boo and Luca, who I also met at the Cathedral. Boo didn't look like that when I met her. I swear, I didn't do that to her. I'm not pointing my paws at anybody, but if I were looking for the culprit, I'd look at the dog behind Boo. The woman who takes care of me tried to give Luca one of my liver treats, but he didn't want any. The guy on the other end of Luca's leash said that Luca is a redneck like him and will only eat fatty and/or cheesy things. I've never had cheesy things, what do those taste like? Do they taste like liver? And what's a redneck?

If I met you at the Cathedral event or at the Lofty Dog, please email the woman who takes care of me. I'm pretty sure she forwards all my mail. Oops, I gotta go. The woman just sat down and said something about being exhausted. I think that means she wants to play with me. So now I'm going to run out the front door like I need to poop (only I don't) and run around the patio picking up stuff with my mouth until she catches me. I don't know what these things are, but the woman gets all excited and gives me liver treats if I spit them out. Must be great stuff if she's handing out liver treats in exchange. I'll come back after we're done playing and tell you all about the Yappy Hour at The Lofty Dog last week.

Monday, August 13, 2007

wonton in the house!

hi, my name is wonton and i'm a shih tzu living in downtown los angeles. i'm almost four months old and i was born downtown, so i guess i'm a real 213 dog (213 is downtown's area code). right now i can't explore downtown because the man and woman who take care of me say i'm too young and i keep trying to pick up all sorts of things with my mouth. jeez, you pick up one cigarette butt on the patio and that woman goes batshit. whatever, soon i'll be out and about, exploring my 'hood.

i'd love to tell you more about me, but i gotta go. the woman who takes care of me is sitting in front of her laptop crying, something about writer's block. whatever. she's not looking, so this is my chance. i'm going to sneak into the bedroom and chew on those yummy-looking black shoes with the shiny straps. she said something about it being "her favorite", which i think means that it tastes like liver. i like liver.