Shiny Coated Magnificent Prankster

Brad and Julie are treating me to an evening of sitting out on the front lawn tonight. I deserve this. I really do. I am a damn good dog, and I keep them safe from more harm than they both know.

Speaking of which. You know one of my favorite things to do? I will tell you. I am a shiny coated magnificent black dog. My coat blends well with the night. If I see someone walking by that I do not particularly care for, they do not see me, and so I bark like a raging beast out of nowhere. I love to see the people jump and run like Cujo is coming after them, as I run up to the edge of the lawn and stop short of attacking.

Does that make me bad? Oh, well, it is all in good fun. Heh.

Guilty Dog

Check this sad sad video out. That poor dog should not be punished for eating the cat treats, even though it looks like he has been hitting the treats pretty hard.

Another Trash Can, Another Victory!

Julie got a new trash can. This is the third one in the past year. I just don't know what it is going to take for her to get it through her thick head that I can get into any trash can on the market. It all boils down to the simple fact that I have time on my side.

The reason I have so much time, is that Orange Effer hasn't been spotted lately. I think he joined a street gang to be honest with you. The next time I see the Orange One, he is going to be wearing a bandana around his head and a wife beater and baggy jeans. Gangs are an epidemic in the central valley you know.

Brad is watching Deadliest Catch. He says it is too hot for me to go for a walk. Exsqueeze me? I am from the desert. I was born in Lake Havasu on a hot summer day in July. Do I like the heat? No. HOWEVER, I get really ticked if I don't get my walk, because I need to keep my presence known in the neighborhood. Dogs walk by my house and slow down and look for me. I am a badass and they know it, and fear it. If I could thump my chest right now, I would.