Paw Prints of Interest

Okay, okay, I will blog more. Many have told me to stop being lazy and get off my "tail" and tell the world what I think. So, here goes. I watch TV with my humans. Lately, a human named Chuckie Shine (or something like that) is all over everywhere. My humans shake their head and say something like this, "He is delusional. He thinks he is above the laws of God or man."

It seems this Chuck fellow is so rich that it makes him goofy and he thinks he's bigger and more important than Big Dog. I think he could really get attention by giving some money to help homeless humans who need it or lots could be done for homeless fur people.

It seems to me that "stars" that get too full of themselves, have too much money, and take drugs, end up lost. If they are so smart, why can't they figure this out? Their fans are a little lost too.

On another subject, my humans were very worried when the earth quaked in New Zealand. Their friends Phyllis and Milt Meyers were in a church, I think they called it Christchurch, on vacation. They worried for days and even contacted the Red Cross (who, they said were most helpful) and then a wonderful thing happened, the Meyers got in touch to say that they had left New Zealand before the quaking began! I wish the world more miracles like this.

I had a problem last week, but I am okay now. They took me to see the man in the white coat. As usual, he was very sweet to me and talked to me in a kind voice. Then, just when I think I like him, he sticks a needle in my behind. My humans say I have to have these "shots" once a year to stay healthy. Well, I didn't feel so healthy for a couple of day afterward. I even got bad runny wags. I made a few messes. It was embarrassing, but my humans did not yell at me at all. They just cleaned it up and choo-chee-cooed me more than usual. I've heard about older humans who have accidents like I did and a helper puts a diaper on them. My humans did not do that to me and my dignity is in tact.

The little ones, Raise and Re-Raise, now outweigh me! The little girl who I call White Beans is about 14 lbs. and the boy, Banana Brains is a moose. I heard Blondie groan the last time she picked him up and said, "This boy must be over 20 lbs!"

I'll close for now with a question. The "kids" are called Lasapoos because they are half Lhasa Apso and half Poodle. So, if they were half bulldog and half Shitzu would they be called Bullshit doggies?