GOOD NEIGHBOR DIVA TEARS EM' UP
MY NEW TOYS ARE SO VERY CUTE, BUT NOT FOR LONG....
Woof, kids!
- Ah, I've been out patrolling the perimeter of the property and things are buzzing. Literally. Construction of this and that 'round here. Who knows where it will all end, but makes for a stimulating walk at the very least. Well, that and lizards.
Remember the fab yachts we trotted over to peruse and take wishful thinking shots of the other day? Alas, they have drifted off into the sunset or sunrise...not sure which, but I miss them. Got the big word from the peeps and it isn't good news...we will NOT be getting one. What kind of humans do I reside with here? Super annoying...I had visions of myself sprawled all OVAH some posh and highly polished floating dog house. Speaking of luxury "Houses of Dogs", the tide blew in news that certain long-distance pals have scored big in the real estate market. Not in cash, you understand, but in square footage. Photos to come, if they know what's good for 'em. Kidding. Kinda.
- Oh, had a little mishap last Saturday and got some sassy new toys just to ease my pain. DEETS on that later, as at the moment I want you to check out my lion-lounging-on-tube and shirt-wearing-dolphin in the pix above. Pretty sweet. Um, all that cuteness did NOT last long. No, sad to say that the Flipper-like creature is now sans shirt and fuzzy Lion, not only has no courage, it also has no inner-tube. Hey, someone had to do it...they were BEGGING to be torn apart and I figured I was just the little Diva for the job. Come ON, I've already been banned from chewing shoes, furniture, clothes or anything else around here.
- Tenth-floor gossip update...new neighbor cruising on in to one 'o the condos down the hall. I HAD my nose and ears perked and on high-alert by our door. I figured you guys needed to have all the good doggy scoop and I HAD to make most modest woof, just to let the new guy know just exactly who's in charge of the turf called the tenth. Now, my investigating the sitch is stymied as Moolie keeps yankin' me away from the door and sushing me. Man, a pup's gotta do what comes naturally, right? Well, not according to Mool, for the love of Lassie. I fear the factoids on this gossip-stream will be utterly dried up before there is even a flow. Some Gossip Diva, huh?
Cal, Dixie, and Duke don't know why those two-legged kinds won't let you four-legged kinds chew on shoes or furniture either! I mean talk making life that much harder for you poor souls! I'm sure there is a therapy session for that...or maybe we can just call out the Dog Whisperer to make it all better.
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