sleepover!

photo courtesy of my uncle jim. i'm on the left.

Hi, my name is Cody! I am Wonton's brother. We're not sure which of us is older, but as you can see I am taller.

I'm visiting Wonton for the weekend. He showed me how to access the internet when he stayed at our place, and this time he said that I could post to his blog. Maybe Cabrini (the woman who takes care of me) will let me post to The Lofty Dog Blog when I go back home.

Wonton has a pretty sweet set up here. Auntie Celia and Uncle Jim have a big place, and they let him run all over the place. They've been trying to teach me how to share. I think that means I get to take Wonton's stuff and put it in my crate.

I'm having a lot of fun, but I miss my half-sister Layla. This is the first time we've been apart for so long! And I'm getting tired of this collar. I don't have one of my own, so I had to borrow one from my roommate Nikki.

I gotta go. I can never find the bathrooms in this place. They didn't like it when I went over by those suitcases, I think I'll try behind that couch this time.

small dog, big city

Photo courtesy of the man who takes care of me

There's something about the Downtown Los Angeles skyline that makes me feel... even smaller. But I still like looking at the bright lights of this city. And much as I hate to admit it, I miss the man and woman who take care of me.

The woman tends to go overboard sometime with her displays of affection for me, but I've gotten used to her singing me to sleep with "Puppy Love" and wiping me down every time I come back inside from doing my business on the patio. I miss how the man who takes care of me lets me sleep on top of the bed with him, watching reruns of The Simpsons while we wait for the woman to finish her bedtime rituals.

Don't get me wrong, I love visiting with my brother Cody and his loftmates, I'm having a blast. But I miss sleeping in my own bed and being the only puppy in the house. Okay, I'm going to say it, I miss my "mom" and "dad".