This Dog's Vote for President

I hear Herself talking politics all the time. She says she's a political junkie, whatever that is.

So, I've been thinking about who I should go in the booth and vote for. I do go in, you know, in the arms of Herself, while she pulls this and flips that and I usually agree with her choices.

But, this time, we are both undecided. So, I thought one way to decide who should get my vote is to figure out who would be a good President for dogs. This could be determined by them proving their love of dogs. I've never seen one of them photographed with a dog. Never! A little groveling would be good. They don't seem to take us seriously enough to go after our votes. I am a citizen, born in PA, most of my life living in the Silk Stocking district of New York, so I should be courted by each one of the candidates. Maybe even photographed being held and kissed ... ugh! now that I think of that, forget the kissing part. If I like the cut of their jib ... a little petting with do just fine.

I would ask them their position on whether they believe in dogs being "fixed" or having very large families. Or, whether there should be a National Day for Dogs. Then I would want to know their position on the use of the phrase: "He's a dirty dog". I mean really, get rid of that expression immediately. It's insulting to all us dogs, it's downright "Petist". I have lots of questions and, as of now, they are not being answered.

So, Herself and I am undecided. And that's the way it is at the moment subject to change, especially if some candidate or another is smart enough to come and hand me a treat then I'll give my vote, it's that easy ... a little bribe works wonders with me.

Right now, my candidate tee shirt reads, "Serious Dogs for ______?______"

'Till Election Day, I'll wait for them by the door.

Hi guys

When I met these guys and girls walking up Third Avenue today, they made my lips form a smile around the gap in my front teeth.

They all had their topknots wrapped in different colored thingies. Can't wait till my hair grows in and I can have my topknot back. I miss it. That AWFUL groomer took mine away when she chopped all my hair and created a dog with issues...Me.

Now when I look in the mirror, I really don't recognize myself. Who am I? Why am I here? What am I meant to do with my life? Where are the pet therapists when you need one?

I'm going to go home and lie by the door and think about the meaning of my life. And, wait for my hair to grow back, long and sexy.

We Can All Get Along, We Can, We Can!

Just look at this. 'Nuff said!

The New Year is Here

It is 2008. In just a few weeks, January 29th to be exact, I will be middle age. I'm not sure what that means, but I overheard Herself talking the other day when she was asked "how old is she", meaning me. "She's going to be 7", Herself said. "That means in human years, she will be 49 years old."

Whoa!

How did that happen so fast? I was just a slimmy little thing, squirming around with my sister and brother having just been born. And now, I'm going to be - 7???

Well, here's the thing. I am very healthy. I am very happy. I have lots of love from family and friends, (did I tell you my very best friend Graham is back from hanging out with Mickey M?) and I love my life. Couldn't ask for anything better than this. So, on this brand new year, I wish you everything I have in my life and then some.

Here we go into another year ... let's make it terrific and remember to be generous to others.

I'll still wait for you by the door and we can talk about our new year's resolutions. My #1 one is to find new ways to encourage Herself to give me more treats.