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.

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!

back home

Sorry for the lack of blog posts lately, I've been hanging out with my owners, getting reacquainted. I told them that although I had a great time hanging out with my brother Cody and his loftmates, they shouldn't leave me for that long ever again. They rubbed my belly and let me sleep on their bed, so I think that means they're in complete agreement.

In more interesting news, I have balls. They just sort of grew in while my owners were in Germany. I was feeling a little heavier than usual down there, not much but enough. So I looked down and - whoa! Furry little balls! I've been sporting a lot of wood, too, which makes it difficult to walk.

Speaking of wood, I met this great little miniature Pinscher, or min-pin, the other day on 5th and Spring. Her name was Poppy Flower and she was gorgeous. Pretty brown eyes. Anyway, she was with these two Japanese girls who loved, I mean LOVED, my name. They kept giggling and saying, "Oooh Wonton! So cute!" Especially when I jumped on Poppy Flower and tried to hump her. So the woman who takes care of me gave them my URL. I hope Poppy Flower emails me for a playdate and sends me her picture. Gawd, she was hot.

There are a lot of canine activities in downtown this week so I'll be sure to blog about them shortly. So stay tuned, I've got more coming.

other dogs i know

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.