We were reading our Humor Scope  today and here’s what it said for Pisces:

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:

We were reading the news and came upon this little ditty:

“A Dog for a Day?”

I’m not sure how I feel about renting out dogs for those not willing to commit to ownership. While I loved all of those wonderful people at the shelter I came from and I love all of the friends who stop by and visit us, here in my forever home, I’m not sure I would like going to “visit” a friend, get used to it, and then have to go “home” to a kennel situation. I mean, my crate is my special place and, whoa, there’s nothin’ like rollin’ around in Miss Natalie’s bed and depositing two tons of hair. It’s worth it if only to watch her reaction when she catches me doing it. Priceless!

Within the depth of the comments from that article, many people wonder, “What’s next? Renting out your kids?” Miss Natalie says, (in jest, of course) that she’s willing to rent out our boys (for free!) if only to allow those thinking of having children or having unprotected, unsafe, and irresponsible sex, the opportunity to rethink their actions. I know, I know; that may sound crazy but to me, it’s pure logic. Think before you act may seem like common sense. Evidently, it’s not so common.

I mean, really, something as cute as this…

… Is only cute until it starts poopin’ n’ peein’ all over the carpet. Been there; done that.

According to the article, the service life of one of these dogs is seven years. That’s 49 dog years. By the way, that’s Miss Natalie’s age (although she’s in denial and insists she’s only 36.) What happens to them after that? Do they get adopted? How will they handle life in a forever home after such an extreme nomadic lifestyle? Will they miss one of their renters so much that they develop some strange, aberrational-type of separation anxiety? Will they have to go on doggy-downers just to deal with their hyper-active-sense-of-loss? Crazy stuff.

Some argue that these pets would have been “destroyed” (Destroyed!! What?!) anyway ‘cause they (supposedly) come from shelters. I don’t even know what to say about that ‘cause I’m in denial about Miss Natalie’s age AND euphemism, um, utopia, uh, euthanasia. Or whatever. (Man, these three syllable words are tough on a simple dog.)

Anyway, have you seen this cutie? Available at Albuquerque Animal Services-Westside facility. They say his name is “Mitch” which makes me want to sing, “Trailer, for sale or rent. Rooms to let… fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets…” Hey… Wait a minute!

Nevermind.

Love,

Lulu

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

There; I’ve said it.

In fact, I’m an Animal Planet junky. My peeps watch those animal cop shows and it breaks my heart to see so many “pets” neglected, hurt, tortured, and all that stuff. At the same time, I can’t tear my doggy-eyes away. I’m always hoping for happy endings. That’s not always the case.

I’ve noticed that there are lots and lots of abandoned/neglected horses. It seems that people got their horses as status symbols of their newfound wealth and, once the markets started to crash and the home loan industry’s bubble began to burst, horses were the first things to go. We watch Houston Animal Cops and there are always at least one or two segments about abandoned horses. This is just terrible! You know, of course, that horses are just like big dogs but with much bigger piles of poop! I hate seeing the starved, rib-exposed, sway-back, open sore, standing in rain-soaked-muck horsies! Luckily, almost all of them are seized, given veterinary attention, and eventually put up for adoption. Some, however, don’t make it and it makes me so sad.

On a happier note: I’m going for a car ride today to look for a suitable place for my person, S, to photograph someone’s graduation pictures. My job is to protect her from harm. Mojo is not very happy about this and will probably cry and carry on until we get home. He’s so co-dependent!

Sometimes us girls just need to have some alone, girl-space.

Miss Natalie was talking about a news article she read this morning about people putting their animals in the pound ’cause they couldn’t afford to pay for them anymore. I was in the pound once. That’s where I first met Miss Natalie. Bet you didn’t know that about me, huh? Yeah, seriously; I was at the Humane Society Calumet Area, Inc. (in Munster, Indiana) when I was just two months old. A family adopted me but got mad when I chewed on their couch and returned me a month later. The truth of it was that I hadn’t chewed on the couch but they thought I might so they decided we weren’t a good fit. So, it was back to the cages for me. Miss Natalie saw me but, at first, didn’t want a puppy. The people at the shelter told her that dogs that are returned usually have less of a chance of being adopted a second time. Well, I did my darndest to be charming, sweet, and playful ’cause I wanted OUT!

I was four months old and had been in cages for more than half of my life. Miss Natalie rescued me and the first thing she did was to take me to PetSmart. Man, was that cool!

This is me, home at last, on my first day with Miss Natalie:

Then, after a couple of months of just the two of us, she took me on my first road trip and I got to meet my boys. I liked them okay but Miss Natalie and S left me with them so they could have a little “alone” time. That’s when I really got a good idea of what living with kids was going to be like. We’ve all grown up quite a bit since then. I haven’t been locked in a room, closet, or under the stairs for over four years. It was touch and go for a while but we finally all got used to each other.

My first visit with the boys… outside the door and really, really wanting to go into that room ’cause D-Man was tormenting me with the camera.  This was very early in the morning: 

This is what happens when you live with little boys:

They lock you under the stairs while playing “Spaceship.”

Yep; we’ve come a long way, baby!

Speaking of babies… next time I’ll have to tell you about the first time I met Mojo.

Stay tuned!

Love,

Lulu

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.