Remember the new website I told you about? It's the Featured Blog of the day at TypePad.
That's pretty neat.
I hope the TypePad people send me cookies.
The ones on the left are yummy, yummy grain-free "liver cookies of love" for dogs. The ones on the right are yucky, yucky ginger snap cookies.
You have been warned.
People like to take my picture. And I like having my picture taken. This nice man came into the office last week, and I was happy to pose for him.
Alas, he had no cookie.
Hi.
I haven't been here in a while. I just moved to a new place, and it was a little weird. But it's okay now. More about that later.
I have a new blog. It's called Dog Bliss. It's about things for dogs. Some of them are good, like cookies, some of them are not so good, like nail polish. It's named after me. As it should be.
Mmmm. Cookies.
I appreciate the treat and all, but geez. JUST GIVE IT TO ME.
By the way, the cookie came from the Three Dog Bakery. It isn't a people cookie. I know those aren't good for me.
Hmm... what would I buy? What on earth would I buy?
Hmmm...
The oldest thing I own is this here cookie. I've been saving it forever. I got it from the Beta, and I've been holding onto it for a long time, to remember her when she's gone, like right now.
This cookie looks really good.
I mean, really good. And it smells good, too.
The oldest thing I have is this furball behind my left ear. I've had it for a day or two now.
I think the best song for the soundtrack of my life would be from my idol and muse, Mr. Cookie Monster.
Beta was here this weekend. It was nice to see her. I made the appropriate fuss over her. I like it when she's here. She gives me lots of attention and cookies. I don't even really have to do anything. I just look at her and she says, "Good girl! Would you like a cookie?" Which are some of my favorite words ever. Especially that last one.
She spent a lot of time outside. And then everyone went swimming. I don't like the water. I can't swim. I've tried. I just sink. I think it's because my fur soaks up the water and makes me too heavy. My butt pulls me down.
Then we watched a movie. I got to pick the movie. It was one of my favorite movies. I borrowed the camera and took a picture of my favorite scene:
This is my favorite scene because it's romantic. And because they are sharing food. I think they should have shared a cookie. That is the only thing that would have made this part better.
I wish I had a credit card. Then I could buy things online. Things like...
Oh, I don't know.
Hypothetically? I'd buy - let's say for the sake of argument - cookies.
These ads at the bottom of the page are making me hungry.
Why do you taunt me so, Google ads?
