Friday, September 10, 2010

The running thing is not really my style

So one of the humans took me running for the first time the other day. There was all this debate over whether or not I should run in the first place since my friends at ADOPT think I was hit by a car at some point. But my vet says I'm "orthopedically sound." I'm not sure what it all means. What I know is that I like to run as much as the next dog, but this just went on for blocks and blocks! I was raring to go for the first block. Then we hit the second block, and I was like, enough already! One block was plenty.

I suspect that the running thing usually ends in a bath because whenever the humans come back from a run, they're all wet. I wonder how many blocks you have to run before you get to the bath? I'm pretty sure I'm not interested in finding out! Stay dry my four-legged friends. I don't care HOW bad they say you smell.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Escape!

I got the gate open yesterday. It must not have been latched all the way. Humans... So I pushed on the gate to see what would happen, and it opened--just like that. Of course, then I was on the driveway, and I didn't want to be out on the driveway.

Eventually a neighbor came along and put me back in the yard. No harm done. The truth is: I know where my bread is buttered. No way I'd give up this sweet deal!

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Introductions All Around

So I'm told I'm to be the spokesperson for a fundraising campaign to raise money for new dog runs at A.D.O.P.T. I've got a lot of pals over there still, and concrete dog runs would help stop the spread of various doggy diseases that shelter dogs like us tend to pass back and forth.

The thing is, I usually prefer to keep a low profile. I'm sure you understand why. With my good looks and unassuming personality, I can't even walk around the block without being mobbed. Yesterday, someone came over to take photos of me. I'm not a big fan of the camera. These people think they can trick me with pieces of hot dog, but I wasn't born yesterday. In the end, I'm not sure the photographer got my best side. You can't be too careful when it comes to the paparazzi.