Monday, March 7, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Rainy Day Walkies
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| uhm, Dad, you let me get wet. |
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The people think that I am being contradictory when I will run and play in the driving rain and splash in puddles and rivers and streams and run headlong into the ocean but I WILL NOT GET IN THE BATH.
They just don't understand what's fun and what's not.
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I'm glad my mom is back home. I slept like the dead last night.
All is well.
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| the end of the road, dude. |
Later, gator.
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Friday, February 11, 2011
Lone Palm
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| getting my walk on |
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| Dad takes me to the nicest places |
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| It looks better with me in the picture |
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| I had a lot of exploring to do |
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| I pretended I was a bear coming out of hibernation |
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Well, here's a little post about my day. The man finally stayed home from work for once in his miserable life and took me out to Lone Palm.
So instead of spending the entire day asleep on my custom hand-made Morroccan leather poof, I will only spend twenty-three hours asleep on it.
The other hour was spent chasing enormous white egrets and gazing at sea lions and otters and gulls and cormorants and eating grass and running and running and running and then walking very slowly and panting and resting in the shade and trying to eat poop.
A girl has got to try.
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I miss you, Mom.
Hurry home.
Love-
Lu.
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Sunday, November 7, 2010
Poof Doggy Dog
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It's raining.
I've been for my walkies.
The fox has got his little feets chewed off.
The raccoons is gone.
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Time for nappies on the poof.
Doesn't everyone have a handmade leather bed from Morocco?
No?
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Wake me when my bowl is full, bitches.
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Friday, October 8, 2010
What I Get Up To When I'm Left With Sugar Daddy
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I sleep here now.
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I go walkies whenever the fuck I want to.
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But I still miss my Mommy.
Real, real bad.
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Come home now!
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Sunday, January 31, 2010
little patch of sunlight girl
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If there is something better than sitting on the porch soaking up the morning sun, I want to know what it is.
Put it in my bowl.
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The woman and the man are back now and everything is as it should be.
Except he gave me a bath.
But he dried me off after, which almost makes up for it.
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Saturday, November 21, 2009
Headlong, headless, heedless, asleep.



The woman understands me.
That man, he's just crazy.
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But he takes me to the beach. And he lets me ride in the back of the truck even though I'm not supposed to. And he rubs my butt like I like.
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He don't listen to me like the woman does, though. He leaves me sitting at the back door too long and won't get up in the middle of the night to let me out to pee.
She knows me. She knows when I'm hungry or sleepy or when it's time for walkies. She takes me to work, too.
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She also sticks the camera in my face when I'm trying to take a damn nap!
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