NO DUMPING ON TRUMP AND COOL CATS
Woof, Kids!
Monday, Monday...hm.
Mutts, the weekend has come and gone, huh?
The Diva-Dog padded my hers here and there...jumped in the old jalopy a few times with Gaz and Moolie for rides and stops and more rides and more stops. I don't let on that I think they can be pretty lame...nah, I wag my tail and pretend to be all happy and excited to hang out with 'em. Okay, it's kinda better than being ditched in my "apartment". Kinda.
Mool and I are still on the hunt for "dog-friendly" poo places 'round here. Sorry if this topic offends, but we are still adjusting to a place where they don't seem to have addressed this sitch.
Oh, while out exploring the other day, we tripped on down this little side street by the Trump Tower...we laughed out loud when we saw this sign with a dog on it and a circle and mark...you know what I'm talking 'bout...no dogs on the grass. What made this so priceless? The "grass" was this little patch in an out-of-the-way spot, by a delivery entrance...dead and weedy...very tacky. It was priceless. Hounds, I'm telling you that a little "dog treatment" could only help this tiny bit of "landscaping". So, remember when you tripping on by TT...it's TRUMP...NO DUMP, 'kay?
Listen, I will bet you twenty-to-one (natch, I don't have twenty of anything, so this is a moot) that if we were out there on Flagler...and I did my biz and it wasn't picked up...some sort of alarm would sound and security would swoop in and give us some city ordinance citation. I can see it now...no trash cans? Tough. Carry it with you until it turns to stone or you are looking at slam city. Yep.
Well, the saga continues of all things doggy-do and poo. Stay tuned.
Oh, met a nice security person here at the building and he told us all about his Lab and how it is a rescue hound that now rules the pack. Cool.
May-jah fun looking for those feral and hip cool-cats hangin' 'round outside. Man, would I love to get off-leash for just a bit and go hang out with THEM. Hangin' with Gaz and Moolie? Ah, okay...hanging out with a bunch of street-wise kitties...AWESOME. Wait, are they de-clawed?
Bark at me!
Monday, Monday...hm.
Mutts, the weekend has come and gone, huh?
The Diva-Dog padded my hers here and there...jumped in the old jalopy a few times with Gaz and Moolie for rides and stops and more rides and more stops. I don't let on that I think they can be pretty lame...nah, I wag my tail and pretend to be all happy and excited to hang out with 'em. Okay, it's kinda better than being ditched in my "apartment". Kinda.
Mool and I are still on the hunt for "dog-friendly" poo places 'round here. Sorry if this topic offends, but we are still adjusting to a place where they don't seem to have addressed this sitch.
Oh, while out exploring the other day, we tripped on down this little side street by the Trump Tower...we laughed out loud when we saw this sign with a dog on it and a circle and mark...you know what I'm talking 'bout...no dogs on the grass. What made this so priceless? The "grass" was this little patch in an out-of-the-way spot, by a delivery entrance...dead and weedy...very tacky. It was priceless. Hounds, I'm telling you that a little "dog treatment" could only help this tiny bit of "landscaping". So, remember when you tripping on by TT...it's TRUMP...NO DUMP, 'kay?
Listen, I will bet you twenty-to-one (natch, I don't have twenty of anything, so this is a moot) that if we were out there on Flagler...and I did my biz and it wasn't picked up...some sort of alarm would sound and security would swoop in and give us some city ordinance citation. I can see it now...no trash cans? Tough. Carry it with you until it turns to stone or you are looking at slam city. Yep.
Well, the saga continues of all things doggy-do and poo. Stay tuned.
Oh, met a nice security person here at the building and he told us all about his Lab and how it is a rescue hound that now rules the pack. Cool.
May-jah fun looking for those feral and hip cool-cats hangin' 'round outside. Man, would I love to get off-leash for just a bit and go hang out with THEM. Hangin' with Gaz and Moolie? Ah, okay...hanging out with a bunch of street-wise kitties...AWESOME. Wait, are they de-clawed?
Bark at me!
Hey Diva,
Glad to hear you had a nice weekend. We had great weather in the dash this weekend - 60s and 70s! Jon and Gretch let me hang out on the porch both days. And I got to go for a long car ride to Charlotte and back to take Jon to the airport. Not really sure where he went, but hopefully he won't be gone long.
And I hear ya about kitties. There are lots of kitties in our neighborhood and they torment me regularly when they hang out in our yard and porch when I'm inside. I'd love to play with them, but Jon and Gretch tell me they could hurt me with their claws. Bummer.
Bark at ya later!
The Murph
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Murph,
Wow, sounds like you had a majorly fun weekend. I'm not totally sure, but it kind of sounds like you had a better time than I did 'round here...searching for poo places. Aw, that's not fair, we did some fun walks and things that I love...I just HAVE to give Gaz and Moolie static. I know you do the same to Jon and Gretch, even though you love them with all your hound-heart.
Um, you have a nice yard and stuff, huh? Hm, no wonder that bad-cats are all over it. Can't blame 'em. Keep trying and I bet they will let you into their pack. It's a cat-pack, right?
Anyhoo, I hope Jon comes back super, quick-a-de-quick...I mean nothing against The Gretch, as a matter of fact....we LOVE her here in West Palm Beach, heck, we loved her in Columbus, and I think you understand what I'm saying here...well, that's sayin' a LOT.
Murph, I'm sad as can be that you guys are moving even more north and west...Minn-e-SODA...
Listen, if Jon takes too long in coming on back to NC, just hang your head, look sadder than sad...who knows...contraband called pizza could be coming your way. I mean that's a stretch, but could happen.
Barks and licks, Murph.
Later, you hound.
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