we have come to an understanding

Photo by trainedmonkey

reindeer, my old friend. we meet again

Photo by trainedmonkey

can you please ask him to move?

I don't understand why he has to crowd me like this.

i will not be intimidated

That dog is looking at me funny.


Not anymore.

i'm so sleepy

I can barely keep my eyes open.

bubba is my hero

I've never had a bean burrito, but I could probably do what Bubba did. Do they come in smaller sizes for small dogs like me?

choosing the right profile picture

I hate it when she doesn't disable the flash function before taking the picture so damn close to me. Don't I look all tough and evil-looking though, like I'm the head of security and loss prevention at Raw Materials? That's what I'm resolving to do in 2009, build up my street cred. I'm thinking of getting on Facebook and using this as my profile picture.

Or should I use this one, where I flash my bling and let people know I'm a big baller, a shot caller?


Photos courtesy of 5thandspring

yes we can

I love that part when President Barack Obama says that there will be a new puppy in the White House. I hope they get a Shih Tzu like me. That would rock so hard.

bacon dreams

come celebrate our birthday!

I don't know what happened to Wonton. He hasn't updated his blog for months! But he came down to the Loftydog Academy on our birthday last Thursday to hang out. He needs to come play more often! Don't tell him I said anything, but he's getting a little chunky.

Anyway, I just wanted to let everyone know that we're having a birthday party tomorrow and you're invited!

getting ready for a big night

Photo courtesy of Jim

I'm so excited, tonight is Yappy Hour at The LoftyDog. Actually, I'm here right now getting groomed. I have to say, I was pretty filthy. I like to put in the extra effort to look sharp for the bitches, as well as for myself (yes, I'm a little vain, what about it?). But with the recent rains, I let myself go. With me growing my hair a little longer for the winter (it gets cold in my loft) and being height-challenged, my twice-daily walks through the streets of Downtown Los Angeles means it's really difficult for me to stay clean.

Last night I went on the Downtown Dog Walk (Dodger hasn't updated the blog because Ken was out of the country, so check back later). I had a great time and met a lot of new downtown dogs. I even tried to jump in a few of the pools, but Jim stopped me. But I'm a little embarrassed because I threw up twice at Maguire Gardens. I think they spray something on the grass there that isn't good for dogs because I throw up every time we go there. I think we may have to find a new grassy area for our dog walks. Anyway, back to me - I threw up in front of everybody! I was so tired when I got home, I just curled up and went straight to bed. The woman who takes care of me kept checking up on me, looking all worried. But I'm all better now and eager to romp tonight. Hope to see you out Artwalking or at Yappy Hour!

downtown dog walk tonight!

I've been resting up all day so I'll be full of pep for tonight's Downtown Dog Walk. If you haven't been, we meet at Pershing Square at 6pm, sniff everybody and get to know each other a little bit, then all us dogs walk somewhere downtown. Usually we walk to a grassy area, but at last month's dogwalk we walked to Nokia Plaza. They didn't let us in to the Bjork concert and there wasn't any grass, but it was a fun walk just the same. I'm not sure where we're walking to tonight, but I hope we go to the South Lawn of City Hall.There's lots of gras there, trees to pee on, and a big grassy hill that I like to run up and down.

If you're a downtown dog, I hope to sniff you at the walk tonight!

me and riley

I was out walking the other day when I ran into my friend Riley at Banquette. I stayed a little longer than I planned, but I have so much fun with my favorite Akita that I just said, "Ah, screw my packed schedule, I'm going to play!"



Yeah, he's a lot bigger than me. But he's very gentle, he knows just how much is too much.



I felt great when we left Riley and continued up 4th Street, but we got to Spring Street and all of a sudden I was exhausted! Thankfully the woman who takes care of me carried me the rest of the way home. It was a good time running into Riley like that, but I wish Downtown Los Angeles had a dog park. Then we wouldn't have to play on the sidewalk.

my new year's resolutions

This being my first New Year (I'm only 8 months old, almost 9!), I thought I'd make some resolutions. Nothing lame, don't worry I'm not going to try to lose weight, exercise more, quit smoking, stop frequenting strip clubs, stop procrastinating, or get out of debt. Besides, how fun is it to read about a dog trying to quit snacking and lapdances?

Here are my resolutions for 2008:

1. Exercise less, blog more.
2. Make more friends, hump more legs.
3. Find new and interesting things to chew on, in and outside of my loft.
4. Mark more lamposts and street signs while walking around downtown. (It's a big city and that fire hydrant isn't going to pee on itself!)
5. Help Dodger and Ken organize downtown dogs (and their owners) to get a Downtown Dog Park.
6. Get on blogdowntown's blog roll and (finally) be recognized as part of the 3bn.

If you haven't already, I suggest jettisoning the standard resolutions and set some resolutions that are fun and easy to stick to. Come on, let's make 2008 a fun year.

another night out for a downtown strike dog

I haven't been blogging much because I've been so tired lately. In addition to my twice-daily walks around downtown Los Angeles, in solidarity with the WGA strike, I've been walking the picket line at Universal Studios with the woman who takes care of me. I don't go as often as she does, mostly because she gets up at 4:30AM(!!!!) to walk the 6AM shift. But they gave me a t-shirt to wear. It's a little large, but I'm hoping the woman who takes care of me will make it work.

Although I was slacking on my blogging, I must be doing something right. Maria from Franklin Avenue mentioned my blog on her Thursday Three Downtown Edition, writing that I was probably the most handsome dog she's ever seen and obviously very smart. Or something very much like that. Details.

I did manage to make it out to the December Downtown Dog Walk last night. Had such a great time. We walked from Pershing Square to the Nokia Theater in South Park. I wasn't tired at all! Ruby and Joe came out, so did Isis and Eric, and of course Dodger, Aggie, and Ken. I made some new friends, got to know others better (hi Zilla!), and explored a new neighborhood. I think these dog walks are getting better and better all the time. I can hardly wait for next month's dogwalk!

I'll be out on the town again tonight. We don't picket tomorrow, so I will be enjoying myself at the monthly Yappy Hour at The LoftyDog tonight. It coincides with the monthly Downtown Artwalk, which is very cool. Tonight is extra special since The LoftyDog is also having a Holiday Paw-ty and we're picking up copies of my pictures with Santa Claus. Santa will be there again tonight for those who didn't get to see Santa last week. Since I've already posed for pictures, I'm going to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what I want for Christmas. Ever since I found out they don't like it when I chew up their slippers, I've been really good. Now I only chew on shoelaces.

(BTW, they don't think I know this, but the guy in the Santa suit isn't really Santa. I got up close and smelled him really good and licked him a few times to make sure, but and I knew right away who it really was.)

resting up for a downtown dog walk

Tomorrow is the monthly Downtown Dog Walk at Pershing Square, hosted by my friends Dodger and his sister Aggie. I had such a blast at last month's dog walk, I met all these great dogs that live downtown. There were approximately a dozen dogs, their owners and other dog lovers, and we all walked from Pershing Square to Maguire Gardens at the Central Library. Once there, we ran up and down steps and around the garden - one of us even jumped in the fountain to cool off! I was really tired after that dog walk, so I'm resting up now.

This month's dog walk, we will be joined by the LAPD's Officer Duarte, the Senior Lead Officer for the LAPD patrol district that covers Pershing Square and the adjacent areas. I've got a few questions for Officer Duarte, specifically, what do I do when I walk down the street and see a pit bull on a leash, snarling and snapping, barely being restrained by his/her owner? Happened to me the other night, scared the bejeezus out of me. So bring your questions for Officer Duarte (and an extra dog treat for me), and I'll see you at the Downtown Dog Walk!

looking forward to yappy hour this thursday

I can't believe the woman who takes care of me took this picture of me sporting pink.

I'm so excited! This Thursday is the November Yappy Hour at The Lofty Dog! I've met so many cool downtown dogs in the past week, I've told them all about Yappy Hour and how we get to romp all over the store and eat treats. I hope everyone I met comes ready to play. Will you be there?

his name is "jim"

Picture courtesy of the woman who takes care of me.

I didn't know the name of the man and woman who take care of me. I just realized that "Baby" isn't the man's name, even though that silly woman keeps calling him that. She has this small, flat, pink thing that she carries around with her. It started making this noise (just when I was nodding off, too), so she opened it and talked into it, saying, "Hey baby, whassup?" The man just sat at his desk, staring at the screen. I barked at her, "Why is he ignoring you? Hey, come back here, I was talking to you!" But she ignored me and walked to the other side of the room, talking to the air.

I followed her, asking, "What are you doing? Who are you talking to? What's that man's name, and why did he ignore you when you called him? I distinctly heard you say 'Baby' and, hey - are you ignoring me?"

She stopped to pet me, so I gave her a little love bite on her thumb. She kinda freaked out, and then she yelled, "JIM! Wonton is getting bite-y again. Could you please deal with him, I'm on the phone."

Aha! His name is "Jim".

Then "Jim" scooped me up and put me in my pen. Of course I had a million questions. "Dude, your name is Jim? Why does she call you 'Baby'? Did she just call someone else 'Baby'? Is that why you ignored her? So how many other people does she call 'Baby' besides you? Do I have to go in my pen? Can't I just sit with you under your chair? That's my spot! Okay, I'll go in the pen. But can I have a treat, maybe a turkey gobbles or those liver things?"

The woman made a face and started gesturing to Jim. So he picked me up and took me outside on the patio and hung out with me. He didn't answer any of my questions, but it was nice being out on the patio, watching all those loud things flying overhead and feeling the wind in my hair.

I wonder what the woman's name is?

hair gets in my eyes

Photo courtesy of my "dad"

I went to the vet yesterday. The woman who takes care of me got a little freaked out by my right eye. Every morning she cleans the schmutz out of my eyes, which I really appreciate, though I can't help but wiggle around when she does it. For the past week my right eye has been a little cloudy and she hasn't been able to get the junk out of my eyes. Yesterday, I guess it looked really bad and she thought I might've hurt the membrane in my eye, so she took me to the vet.

I didn't mind so much since the vet is really cute. I admit, I loved the attention. She examined my eyes, asked a bunch of questions and rubbed my belly a lot. Turns out, I have hair growing in my eyes. In the corner, near the tear ducts, the hair is growing in my eye. So every time the woman who takes care of me would wipe it away, it would just go underneath my eyelid, only to resurface after I blink. So we're going to an opthalmologist tomorrow, to see if they should "cryo" it (whatever that means) so that the hair will stop growing, or if I need eye surgery.

Although I don't know what I'm going to dress up as for Halloween, this could throw a wrench in my plans. If I have to have eye surgery and wear an eye patch, maybe I should dress like a pirate.

happy birthday "dad"

This is a photo of me, my brother Cody, and the man who takes care of me. Today's his birthday. I don't know how old he is in people or dog years, which isn't surprising, considering that I don't even really know his name. I guess I could just call him "Dad". He's a real softie, so that should be good for a few extra treats. I hope he gets a lot of presents today so I can chew on the wrapping paper and maybe even some ribbon!

Oh, and sorry about not blogging for a while. I let my brother crash here for the weekend, I even let him blog, but his visit just wore me out. I was trying to put my toys back in their hiding places, where I like to play with them because Cody tried to take over and mess with my toys and stuff. Brothers, you love them but sometimes they're just a pain. Anyway, things are back to normal now so I should be posting regularly again.