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.

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.

does this make me look fat?

The Lofty Dog is throwing another Yappy Hour this Thursday, to coincide with the Downtown Art Walk. Since it's October and Halloween is just around the corner, in addition to Yappy Hour being a great event for downtown dogs and their owners, there will be a Halloween Fashion Show. Cabrini of The Lofty Dog asked me if I would model some outfits in the show, and of course I said yes.

I tried on a few outfits this past Saturday. I won't lie, I looked really good in more than a few of them. This picture of me was taken on a cell phone camera. So you can't really see how good I look because it's so blurry. In any case, I'm still open for suggestions on what to dress as for Halloween. So please come to the Howl-O-Ween Fashion Show on Thursday during Art Walk, and let me know which outfits you like best on me.