Neener-Neener… I won!

HA!

Take THAT Lulu!! This time I WON SOMETHING! Ever since she won a competition to get her mug on a bag of doggy treats, she has been insufferable, I tell you, InSufferAble and has teased me mercilessly that she is the cuter and more intelligent D.O.G. in our house. (Okay, I will show her picture but I’m puttin’ it at the bottom of the page ’cause there’s no way she gets to steal my dander. Or, whatever…)

Well, big sissy, I won sumpthin’, too!

NannieButtPooPooHead!!

Neener-Neener!

Oh, yeah; that’s right! I AM the Greatest New Mexican Dog (week 2) in the KRQE contest. And you know what else? I AM gonna win that grand prize ’cause I’m just cute like that. Not that I’m conceited, or anything, but, really…

Woof, woof, woof-woof… WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?!

Woof, woof, woof-woof… WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?!!

 

(Dude… It’s “Bee…Shawn… Frizz… Ayy”!  No worries; happens all the time.)

So, my peeps will go pick-up my (SHAZAM!! $100 worth of) prizes ‘cause, you know, when I ride in the car, I get a wee-bit drooley-sick and totally mess-up my mustache and wouldn’t be caught dead out in public like that. Ahem…

Anyway, I won. (In best Forrest Gump voice) Again. For my photo. Again.

I’ve gotta give my props to Miss S, who, by the way, does happen to be a professional photographer (Call her, she’s my direct line to kibble!  Shameless… I know!) and to Miss Natalie, who, by the way, wrote everything just like I told her to. I think. I can’t really read but Miss Natalie is a Pisces and claims she can read my doggy-thoughts. I guess this here ol’ blog confirms that. So far, I think, she’s gotten it pretty close. Well, except for that disclosure about shaving my bum. So embarraskin!!

Also, big props to the peeps at KRQE for recognizing talent when they see it. Do you think it would be possible for me to meet Mark Ronchetti’s dog, Axl? I love Axl!! Dude, you ROCK! Mark’s pretty funny, too. He says he wrestles his neighborhood dogs when they get out of line. Glad he doesn’t live in my neighborhood!

Wooftie!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The many faces of Mark.  He’s cute but his dog is even cuter, um, handsomer!  You’ll just have to take my word for it ’cause I couldn’t find a pitcher of Axl anywhere.  Tsk!  He kinda looks like Balto, who, by the way, is up for adoption.  Balto, that is; not Axl.

Okay.  I’m sufficiently humbled.  On to some business…

Now, think about this…

If you were to adopt THIS LITTLE CUTIE, you, too, could enter the contest and, you, too, COULD WIN! She sure does look “Happy” but, in my humble opinion, she looks more like an Akita-mix than a Border Collie-mix. Nonetheless, she needs a good home and ya’ll need to pony-up and get that girl outta jail! She’s just too cute!

Okay, well, Lulu is sulking and I’d better go strut in front of her and try to make her feel better. Oh, wait, she’s not sulking! She’s ignoring me! Oh, no wait… She’s playing with D-Man and he’s singing a song for her. Lulu is quickly becoming a Miley Cyrus fan. D-Man knows all the words to “See You Again” and is teaching that song to Lulu. No, wait… Lulu’s running away from him. Hmmmm… Ohhhhhhhh!

Dinner’s on!

Man, I gotta go. I missin’ SCRAPS!

(Just ‘cause I’m a “Beauty-King”, doesn’t mean that I stop doin’ my job!!)

Lulu’s winning photo:

 

She did this to me until I finally said, “Uncle Neuter!” and posted her winning photo:

Finally! I’m so pretty and witty and…

 

I got a bath! I cannot tell you how good I feel. I smell divine.

Soooooo…

 

I was thinkin’ (yes, that’s that burning smell) about all of my kindred spirits stuck over at the pound. This has been bothering me since yesterday. It seems that many, many peeps are taking their pets to the pound because they can no longer afford to buy them food or take care of them. The shelters are filling fast with formerly beloved pets and there are broken hearts all over town.

Miss Natalie read that the city of Albuquerque is looking to start a pet food bank and she thinks that’s a really great idea. I sat in her lap while she looked at all of the adoptable pets on the city’s website. (When we do this, S thinks we are crazy and wonders why we torment ourselves. Yes, it makes us sad but, at the same time, we hope our buddies get adopted into loving, forever homes. There is a method to our madness.) There were an awful lot of really cute doggie photos. It’s amazing how many of those dogs are Pit Bulls or Pit-crosses.

We really, really like Pitbulls! Miss Natalie thinks they get a bad rap and are actually really great dogs. I have to agree. Yeah, they are big and powerful and muscular and have some mighty jaws but they are the sweetest dogs ever! We both believe there is no such thing as a bad dog… only bad things done to dogs by bad or misguided peeps.  I can look like a “bad” dog:

I wish I had my very own Pitbull doggie. I’d lobby for the name, “Buster”, or something cute like that. Of course, they’d never be as cute as me but, you know, whatever. Sometimes, being cute is the bane of my existence. I’m so cute that most peeps think I’m a girl doggie. That just chaps my doggy-butt. But, whatRyaGonnaDo? If it means more treats, I can live with that.

Have you ever watched Cesar Milan’s show, “The Dog Whisperer”? He has a dog, who’s name is “Daddy” and he is a Pitbull. He’s really big and powerful but so calm and cool and just a sweetie. Kinda reminds me of one of those gruff, tough-on-the-outside, marshmallow-on-the-inside, grandpa-types. I love it when Daddy is featured. He’s usually calming some totally aggressive, yappy, Chihuahua-type dog. Love him!

Anyway, there are some really cool dogs up for adoption currently in the city shelters. There’s “Santana”, a pug-mix, and he kinda looks like that dog from “Men in Black ll.” I wonder if he speaks “human” like that alien dog. Then there’s “Bell” and, wow, what a sweet face! How could you not just totally fall in love with her? She’s a beauty!

I have just one more thing to say about the shelters. Please consider the older dogs! There are currently lots of babies/puppies in the shelter and they will get adopted quickly. It’s the older dogs that really need your consideration. Most of them are wonderful, loving, and already out of bad-habits dogs. Please consider them ‘cause they will make a wonderful pet for the right person. Most of them know that their shot at being adopted is slim, at best. As a result, they will show you their gratitude by being loving and faithful. They know where they are and know that you are rescuing them. Give ‘em a chance!

Okay, I’m off to enjoy my Sunday and show my peeps my gratitude for providing me and Lulu and Q with such a wonderful home by choosing to not pull anything out of the bathroom trash and strew it all over Miss Natalie’s bedroom.

Hey, I do what I can!

Peace!

Out!

Mojo

Albuquerque Monsoons: The Dog Days of Summer

Spent the weekend digging. It’s cool to dig. No, really, quite literally; it’s cool to dig. And then I lie quietly… in wait… of the rainstorm… impending on the fenced horizon…

It rained. Monsoons are here and I have a mud spot on my forehead. It’s all so very East-Indian… I’ve been begging for a bath and a shave. What’s a guy gotta do to get a bath and a shave in this dump? My personal approach is to gently remind my peeps by liking between their toes. They giggle. It’s not funny. I have an image to maintain! Cute ain’t easy, dontcha know?!

Last month, Miss Natalie shaved my belly and bum so close that I got a rash. A rash like that is like the Chicken Pox (A Pox on chickens!!) and I just could not leave it alone. I felt like a cannibal. They coned me. It was super embarrassing and Q laughed at me constantly. Lulu told me it was for my own good. I don’t care about either of them. I reminded Q that he constantly suffers the indignity of being carried around like a sack of potatoes. He sneered at me, slashed the screen door, and sulked under the apricot tree.

The water dish is difficult enough to navigate as it hits me at the throat when I attempt to drink. Try doin’ it with a plastic cone on yer head. I had to stand on my tippy-paws just to reach the water and, horror of horrors, once I lifted my head out of the bowl, an entire cups’ worth of water sloshed into my beard. My beard is the only clean area on my body despite my best licking efforts. I worry about my bum… Miss Natalie says it’s better than worrying my bum. Whatev… I feel so… so… UNclean!

People! People!! Give me a bath already!

My buddy Bo, the neighbor dog who lives six houses away, always comes for a visit during these monsoonal thunderstorms. At the slightest hint of thunder (Remember, our hearing is so much better than yours and his is exquisitely magnificent! He can hear a rainstorm forming ten miles away!) he freaks out and shows up at our door. My peeps call his peeps and then we wait for his peeps while my peeps debate whether they should put us all in crates and go have their lunch as previously planned. It’s all a little confusing and makes me feel tense cause they say things like, “Yeah, but, he might just chew his paws off trying to get out.” I don’t know what they are talking about ’cause I’ve never tried to get out of my crate. Oh. Wait. Maybe they mean Bo? Hmmm… Never thought of that until just now.

During the waiting, I like to show off my superior dancing skills. Lulu is never amused by this but will, at times, allow me to dance along her back while barking maniacally. Bo just looks at me and then attempts to mark the blue chair. My peeps hate that; I laugh at his intentions. Then the cat hisses and the chase is on! Lulu tries to join but is too big to get under the couches. Bo and I work together to flush the cat out from hiding. Yesterday, Q ran across Miss Natalie’s napping body and nicked her with his claws. She was fit to be tied and ushered all of us out into the rainstorm. That only lasted about five minutes ’cause Bo was running around the yard blaring, “THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!! CALL ANIMAL PLANET!! CALL CESAR!! SOS!!”

God, I love it when Bo comes to visit.

D-Man calls Bo, “Boat”. He doesn’t seem to mind ’cause he’s preoccupied with rainstorm intelligence and reports of impending doom. He can be kind of a downer sometimes. I still like him though ’cause he lets D-Man chase him around the house. It gets me off that hook, fo’ sho’!

A’aight… people! I gotta nap. I’m strung out from this morning’s activities. Time to chill.

Peace.

 

Out.