I sometimes sleep in weird places

Like a pillowcase:

Dog Bigots

My co-op has erected these signs all around the perimiter of the buildings that are part of the co-op. The funny thing is that dogs ARE allowed in the building--obviously--I live here. In fact you can have two dogs. Mom and Dad are smart in only having me---one, because I don't like other dogs and two, because I'm more than enough for anyone.

But this really makes me growl. No Dogs Allowed! How do you think that makes me feel? Dad and I took this picture near the sign. We took it with a camera phone so it's a little blurry and you can't tell, but I'm giving the sign the middle claw.

I also took a nice long pee on it when I was done.

My guess is that they don't want any non-resident dogs pooping and peeing in the grass--but then shouldn't the sign say "No dogs on the grass?" Or even "curb your dog." To make matters even more fuzzy, Dad had asked the co-op board if it was Ok for us to walk there long ago and they said "Sure as long as you pick up after your dog it is fine."

This is an outrage I tell you! We dogs have rights and I get really p-o'd when someone tells me I can pee somewhere one day and then, I can't the next.

I'm going to go to their house with a sign that says, "No idiots allowed" and paste it on the management company's door. Then again if I did that they'd have no employees left.

I hate rain

So Mom and Dad went to the Mets/Yanks game in the afternoon yesterday but promised to take me out for a long time when they got back. True to their word they got home and didn't even take their jackets off--but put my collar and leash and and off we went toward the park.

We went only about half way on our usual route and it started to rain. I hate rain. It makes me want to cry. It gets me all soggy and I smell after being out in it. Dad's nice and he picks me up and puts me in his sweatshirt or jacket when it rains to keep me from getting wet and getting all shivery. Brrrrr.

Oh well...we went home and watched Indiana Jones on DVD. Not a bad way to spend a rainy day and I got to cuddle with both mom and dad and took a nice long nap.

Dad's Home!

Oooooh I'm so happy! Dad came home last night! He was away from me for more than a week. I was jumping up and down like a maddog until he picked me up and then I licked his whole face. I hope he doesn't go away like that for a long time again.

I don't understand all the travelling you humans do--and all the moving. I detest moving from place to place. I know the little warm spots in my house that I can curl up in and hate having to go somewhere else when I have familar smells so conveinently located right in my own home!


The good news is that Dad is home--so I was able to go on a nice long walk with him last night. We caught up on things and he had a nice time on his trip where he got to spend some time with his friend Fr. Rick who now lives in Toronto. Other than that the walk was pretty uneventful. There was a huge group of young folks at The Dugout (pictured left)last night--an Irish bar we pass--but the knucklehead factor was really high so we didn't talk to anybody, nor did anyone think I was cute. A cab driver stopped and wanted to pet me and dad let him. Now I'm stopping cabs! I'm the man--let's face it.

Dad kept telling me and mom that he missed me so much. He's home for a few weeks now--so all should be well. And I can blog from his computer rather easily. We curled up on the couch together for a long time and he even let me sleep in the bed last night too. I've never felt so loved!

Mom's Home!

Mom came home for me! Yay! She found me tired and scared because I was alone but I jumped in arms and licked her face non-stop! We sat down on the couch for a long time and I was able to curl up with her.

I like it when dad's away because mom lets me sleep in her bed instead of my crate. Not that the crate is bad, it's very cave like, but I'm more inclined to be nice and warm in a bed.

Dad'll be home soon. He knocked one out of the park with his two presentations at the Emerging Models of Pastoral Ministry Conference. Now he's off to Toronto to do a day with the Archdiocese on Young Adult Ministry.

Come home soon dad--I need someone to watch ESPN with.

Aunt Jill

So Mom and Dad are away for the weekend in Orlando(it's their 6 year anniversary!) and Aunt Jill, dad's co-worker is sitting for me. She misses her dog at home so I'm hoping to be a fun playmate for her.

So far so good, she gets my routine. Feed me and let me sit on your lap. What's to know? I'm an easy guy to please. (I got to chow down as soon as she got home--Mom and Dad, take as long as you want on this vacation--Aunt Jill rules!)

So Aunt Jill not only is fun to be with but she's funny and thoughtful and sent these pics from her phone to dad so he wouldn't miss me! (Sniff) Dad called and was so happy! Hope you and Mom are having fun, Dad!

Mom comes back late Monday night but dad's off to Toronto from Orlando to do a gig with the fine folks at the Archdiocese of Toronto. He's missed all the hub-bub with the Pope here in NY. But he'll get to see the Pope in Sydney, Australia for World Youth Day--unfortunately that means dad will be away from me for 14 days. Why does he have to go away so much? Doesn't he know I just want him to stay home and play all day? He's nice when he stays home and works at home sometimes and I get to sit on his lap while he types on his laptop.

What does the Pope and dad have in common? The Pope's cat, Chico, is also an author. He wrote a book called Joseph and Chico about the Pope's life.

While cats are dumb, I make an exception for this cat--who has written a delightful children's book. A nice first communion gift for anyone! I have to keep pace--this blog is cool but a book is my new challenge!

Watch out behind you

So mom was walking me last night and some guy is walking backwards and mom tries to avoid him and he ends up stepping on my paw. A 200lb guy on my little chiahuahua paw is not fun and I yelped loudly, causing this moron to say to mom:

"You've got to take better care of your dog."

How about this one?

"You've got to walk like a normal person and stay aware of your surroundings."

Idiot. For the record my paw is fine.