How You Like Me Now?
Posted by Louie, Feb 17 2010, 10:07 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
What a lie. Whoever said that those that sleep with dogs will rise with fleas have never had a sleepover with my pals.
“I think it’s even an Italian proverb,” Mea said between a yawn, stretching her vocal chords as her mouth opened to expose her pearly whites. “We’re Italian Greyhounds and we’re living proof. Plus, we always sleep next to each other. It’s the way we know how to preserve body heat and keep warm.”
“So what are we going to do now?,” Gregio asked behind his sunglasses. He had already gotten up and was doing his morning stretches. “I feel like getting a coffee and kicking it a cafe. Something. We really need to do something today.”
“Why do you wear shades?,” Karma asked, stepping over Lexi who was still lounging. “We’re sight dogs.”
“That probably explains why you’re always walking into things,” Stella snickered.
“I really want to do something today,” Zoey said hurriedly, giving a nod to Gregio. “The sun’s out and we’re inside. What’s wrong with this picture?”
“I remember when we used to do fun things,” Mea chimed back in. “Remember all the adventures we used to go on? Now it’s all about the Beefy Snack Club and Xanderleus. Boring.”
“What do you mean?,” I asked incredulously. “Is this mutiny? I was doing it for us and giving us purpose. What in the world would you want to do?”
Karma was flipping channels and the Kia Sorento commercial came on. It was first broadcast during the Super Bowl but was really cool. Everyone gathered around to watch and bobbed their heads to the music.
“See what I mean?,” Mea said at its conclusion. “Even a sock monkey is having fun. Did you see how the robot had people dancing with him in Vegas? I remember when we used to do that stuff.”
“Yeah, but we’re not sock monkeys and I’ve seen Gregio dance,” I fought back but Mea had a point. I had been so consumed with figuring out our origin of consciousness that I got tunnel vision. I didn’t want to lose my friends in this pursuit. I had to come up with something fast. I was always able to think on my paws.
Gregio began to do his three circles before lying down. It was during his second turn that he began to mutter something under his breath.
“This is going to take forever,” he growled. “Let’s just give into pop culture’s influences.”
Just then, a light came on. Why don’t we just give into pop culture? What are dogs doing these days? Weren’t we always the trendsetters anyway?
“Why don’t we just go to Vegas then,” Zoey suggested as she wagged her tail. All the others howled their approval. “Vegas, baby.”
“Could we spare the clichés, though,” Abby said. “I don’t think I can take it.”
“How can you go to Vegas and not have clichés?,” Gregio asked. “I’m going to get my stuff. Vegas, here we come!”
“Alright, let’s coordinate this thing,” I said while lifting my paw in an authoritative manner. “I’ll drive, Gregio works the brake and Abby can work the gas.”
“But I want to work the gas,” Gregio whined.
“Yeah, but we want to get there alive,” Karma remarked. “I got shotgun and then I get to drive next.”
"Hey Mea," I shouted. "We're going on an adventure. How you like me now?"
We all looked over at Abby who was scratching her ear with her back leg. She stopped when she noticed everyone looking at her in horror.
“Okay, you’re never going to believe me but I was hanging out with these dogs the other day,” she began sheepishly. “I'm thinking a flea dip before the trip is a good idea.”
Why Sleeping Dogs Lie
Posted by Louie, Feb 1 2010, 05:02 PM
The sensation was like having your underbelly scratched. I was devouring the tome on Xanderleus, the canine god. Who knew that canine mythology existed?
As the story goes, canines had gone from running in wild packs to eventually being domesticated. However, that wasn’t enough. Zues thought that that canines could go one step further in evolution. After conferring with Aprodite, a dog lover through and through, it was decided that dogs could develop consciousness. A super breed!
Xanderleus, Aprodite’s favorite dog, was sent down to begin recruiting and develop a new generation of dogs. The legion he developed, our ancestors, began to develop a society, of which we are the beneficiaries.
“Louie!,” a bark rang out. “Get your nose out of that book and come and meet a new recruit.”
I had been so overwhelmed and consumed by reading this book that I didn’t notice the others that were filling the room. Mea was playfully biting a puppy’s ear and was calling for me.
“I found someone who wanted to join the Beefy Snack Club,” Mea began as she looked on approvingly at the puppy. “She’s got spunk and even came up for an idea to call our members. She thinks Ponce de Leon Scouts works, in honor of the Fountain of Youth or wherever you think our consciousness derives from. Meet Mischa!”
I have to admit, I was wary at first. Mischa seemed awful young to be part of our group. While playful and spry, would she fit in?
“Nice to meet you, sir,” Mischa meekly said. She held her paw to shake with me. "Your reputation precedes you."
I stared at it. And stared at it. And stared at it.
“Well, aren’t you going to shake paws, Louie?” Mischa asked incredulously. “How rude! What a snob!”
It was at that moment that I had an “Euraka!” moment. I had never learned to shake paws. I never learned how to lift it when beckoned or to shake unless forced. I wasn’t an elitist, I just had never learned. But that means….
“Mischa, you’re a genius!,” I shouted out. “You just provided the missing puzzle piece. Of course you can be a member! Heck, if this theory works out, I’ll make you an honorary member!”
Mea and Mischa stared at me with blank looks. Or they may have thought I was crazy.
“Don’t you get it?,” I asked excitedly. “Don’t you get it? Never learned how to shake! I never learned how to shake!”
“Yeah, so,” Mea answered boorishly.
“It all ties back to Xanderleus and our ability to have consciousness!,” I quickly answered. “All the other dogs out there, the ones who aren’t like us, just haven’t learned to be like us. Don’t you see? They’re waiting to learn, yearning to be awakened. “
“You’re crazy,” Mea replied coldly. “Mischa, are you sure you want to be a part of this? Louie has gone bonkers. Let’s go play and leave Louie to his psychosis.”
“Wait a minute,” Mischa interrupted pushing Mea away before getting dragged off. “So other dogs are just sleeping then, awaiting an awakening, an enlightenment?”
“Exactly, my dear,” I said, delighting in the fact that this little pup cracked it open. “Our goal, our mission will be realize Xanderleus’ dream to awaken and bring consciousness to others. To no longer let sleeping dogs lie.”
After saying this, I leaned over and licked Mischa’s furrowed brow.
“I still think you’re bonkers, Louie,” Mea said while trotting out the door. “Let’s get back to having fun and not being so serious. Next thing you know, you’ll be looking for a holy grail. Or maybe it’ll be a holy drinking bowl!”
The Scent of Adventure Rises Again
Posted by Louie, Jan 22 2010, 07:38 AM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
I couldn’t put my paw on it. There was something amiss. It was kind of like a riddle.
“What’s on your mind, Louie?,” Lexi asked. She was sitting next to Stella and Mea in the library and we were all studying for a mid-term final in Etiquette – our hardest class. “Looks like the cat has your tongue.”
“Ha ha,” I replied sarcastically over their giggles. “No, I was just thinking about the canine god, the one that gave us the ability to do what we do. Remember, the mission and purpose behind the Beefy Snack Club?”
“Maybe he’s like Loki, the god of mischief,” Abbey piped in next to me. “Why else would we be so different than others?”
“That makes sense,” Stella said after getting over her fit of giggles. “We dogs are known for our tricks and cunningness. We even have secrets! One might say we even participate in chicanery.”
“Is that even a word?,” Abbey skeptically toned.
“Let’s go to our judges,” Stella replied. “Judges?”
Lexi and Mea nodded in agreement.
“There!,” Stella looked on approvingly as Abbey covered her snout with her paws in embarrassment. “You just have to look at our defiance and then you’d understand. Heck, we Italian Greyhounds are even known to throw a temper tantrum from time to time.”
Gregio came racing up the aisle. Instead of using the library for studying, he wanted to use it for socializing and meeting girls. Maybe that’s what libraries are for now since everybody is going to have an eReader like a Kindle, Nook or even the new Apple tablet. Maybe libraries will become obsolete leftovers from the last century.
“What’s going on, slow down, slow down,” I yelped at Gregio. “You’re running around like there’s a storm coming. Is rain in the forecast?”
“Dude, you have to check this out,” Gregio said between pants. “I was ducking in and out of the aisles, and I almost ran into Mrs. Longworth, the librarian. You know, the Irish Setter?”
“Well, I accidentally ran into this bookcase and a few books came off the shelf, bonking me in the head,” he continued. “As I was putting them back, I found this panel behind them. You really need to see this!”
We didn’t want to raise the ire of Mrs. Longworth so we followed Gregio quickly and quietly. His tail wagged in excitement as he led us to a darkened part of the library and to a bookcase sealed against the wall.
Gregio removed the books in question, saying he put them back because he didn’t want anyone else finding his “discovery.” We looked where he was talking and sure enough, there was a panel. After a few minutes of jostling it, it creaked open. A stale air escaped with a puff of dust and inside we found a book.
“Whoa, this is like before Wikipedia,” Gregio whispered.
“Open it up, Louie,” Mea said, her voice dripping with excitement.
With a huff, I blew the dust off the cover. A barely legible title appeared: Xanderleus: The Canine God. Could this be what we’re looking for? I flipped the cover over gently with a paw. The pages were weathered and yellowed. It said that Xanderleus descended from Mt. Olympus with Zeus and Aphrodite and provided companionship to the Greek gods.
I think we found what we were looking for. Adventure is beckoning once again!
The Snow Prints Formal
Posted by Louie, Dec 21 2009, 11:08 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
Nice moves! Who knew that a Doberman Pincher could dance like that? It was the annual Snow Prints Formal and everyone was dressed to the nines. Ralphie and The Howlers, a local cover band, was there and the dance floor was covered with paws cut out from paper. There were streamers, glitter and balloons everywhere. How cool!
We got there a bit late. Abbey wanted to look perfect and we had to wait for her toenails to dry. Why dogs need nail polish, I’ll never know. Gregio was in his festive, party mood and decided to rebel by wearing a t-shirt under his coat jacket. We ran into Mea and some other friends at a near table.
“What’s the matter with Zoey?,” Abbey asked as we approached. Zoey was holding her head with her paws with her head tucked onto her chest. Deja had her paw over her and was rocking her back and forth.
“She went to go see the new Avatar movie,” Stella began. “Know how dogs can see colors? This 3D experience gave her sensory overload. It was an explosion of colors and she has a migraine.”
Ralphie, a Boston Terrier, finished his last song and came over to our table.
“Great set, Ralphie,” Deja said. “Do you take requests?”
“Of course, of course,” the Terrier chuckled. Luckily for him, he was already dressed in a tuxedo. His markings made it so.
“You’re short a Howler tonight, huh?,” I noted.
“Yeah, Chucky took the night off,” Ralphie sighed. “We’re without our soprano. You know how dogs can sense if a human is sick and won’t leave their side until they’re better? Well, that’s what happened to Chucky.”
“I know!,” Abbey said excitedly. “This woman that I was living with before I came here was going to have a baby and I guarded her until she had the baby boy.”
“It’s almost like humans are therapeutic for us,” Deja said without lifting her head from comforting Zoey. “It’s like we have an extra sense for helping them out.”
That got me thinking. If we have these additional senses to help humans, maybe we here at school have additional senses to talk, be rational and do the things we do. Those powers, if you will, could have only come from that canine god Gianluca was talking about. I need to do more research.
“The band’s back from their break, I need to get back,” Ralphie said. “Who wants to hear ‘Atomic Dog’ by George Clinton?”
We all scurried to the dance floor to get down with the P-Funk master. Abbey joined the group and asked me to dance. Afterwards, the band began to do Jingle Bell Rock.
“Merry Christmas, Louie, and goodwill towards dogs,” she said meekly. “Men and women too.”
A Deified Dog?
Posted by Louie, Dec 10 2009, 07:19 AM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
Other than Mea trying to get rid of her hiccups, it just seemed like another day in class. We were in Mrs. Schnoot’s Agility 101 class and she was trying to explain the physics of leaping over hurdles on the blackboard but my mind wandered. That was when the door swung open and a mammoth dog walked into the room.
“Sorry for the interruption but I have an exchange student that is joining the school,” Vice Principal Bluehorn said as he propped the door open for the St. Bernard. “I know you’ll make him feel at home. Please welcome Gianluca from Switzerland.”
“Oh my, well please find a seat for now,” Mrs. Schnoot said hurriedly. “Class is almost over but we’ll get you a permanent seat next time we meet.”
While any disruption to class is welcome and breaks the monotony, this St. Bernard was interesting because he was just so… different. Gianluca had more fur on one leg than I had on my whole body! Since there were a couple of empty desks near me, he lumbered over and slumped into a desk. It’s important to show machismo when making an entrance.
“Psst, hey,” Gregio whispered, trying to be the first to talk to him. “Do you guys really take brandy to people?”
“Ha! What a myth!,” Gianluca haughtily snorted. “I wish we were seen more like Beethoven. That movie rocked!”
It wasn’t too long before the bell rang and we were hustling to get out the door. Before we left, I went over to Gianluca to inquire about a subject.
“Hey buddy, welcome to Milk Bone Pickens High,” I began after introducing myself. “I’m a big movie buff myself. Hands down, The Dark Knight was a work of art. I can’t watch it enough.”
“Yeah that was the best,” Gianluca gruffed. “Wait a minute. You’re that Italian Greyhound Louie guy with that club, the Beefy Snack or something or other. I’ve heard about you.”
“That’s cool,” I replied, a bit startled. “How did you hear about it so quickly?”
“Someone mentioned you guys were looking for the origin of canine consciousness,” Gianluca answered while we walked down the hall. “Is that true? That’s pretty cool.”
“Are you saying you know?,” I said incredulously. “You know where it all came from and how we can live these types of lives? We thought it might have come from a magic water dish.”
“I know something that will point you in the right direction,” Gianluca said. “Have you ever noticed that dog is an anadrome and is different when spelled backwards?”
This stopped me in my tracks. I started to put the letters together.
“G-O-D, it spells god,” I said excitedly. “That means since we do the things that we do that we’re… gods?”
Gianluca stopped and looked at me quixotically. His whole body began to shake with laughter.
“You crack me up, Louie,” he began to laugh. “No, you’re not a god. For a little dog, you sure do have a big ego. What I’m trying to say is that we’ve been given these special abilities from A god. A canine god. Look into it.”
I had many more questions but he had ducked into his next class. If this is true then we were onto something very big indeed. This was more intimidating than a big wind storm. I was standing in the hall, mulling the possibilities when Karma came up and playfully nipped me on the neck. I was late for my next class!
Canine Consciousness Rules the Day
Posted by Louie, Nov 27 2009, 04:29 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
The room was dark and shadowy, almost symbolic that we were meeting in secret. It was as if it wanted to protect and shield us from outsiders and other influences. We were in the basement of Milk Bone Pickens High. The first meeting of the Beefy Snack Club was under way.
I didn’t expect to see new faces but sure enough, word had spread. There was the usual motley crew that followed me around but now there was a Whippet named Gonzo. He was quite vocal.
“We’re here because we all like snacks,” Gonzo began. “I like pig ears. They’re delicious!”
Some dogs squirmed in their seats with some covering their eyes in disbelief.
“What?,” Gonzo replied with incredulity. “It’s both high in protein and satisfying to the palette.”
“We’re here because we like snacks but I’d like the club to be about something else,” Karma said softly. Everyone turned their head to where she was sitting. Even Gregio and Stella stopped biting each other’s snout in that friendly way Italian Greyhounds do. “I think an issue we can all agree on is abstinence.”
“No way, no how,” Luke, the captain of the Dog Squad, barked. “That’s a slippery slope, for sure. Next thing you know it, you won’t want to teach Darwinism and replace it with lectures on Intelligent Design. Besides, I like to get it on with the ladies!”
He held up a paw and gave a high five to Gregio. The other males around him howled in support and started wrestling, momentarily forgetting that we were in the middle of a meeting.
“The reason I think we should support it…,” Karma strained to get herself heard over the ruckus. “The reason I support it because it would cut down on puppy mills and unwanted dogs.”
This caught everyone off guard and quieted the room. I was at the front, leading the meeting from a lectern and gave Karma a wink. It was a smart rebuttal from a smart dog.
"On that same subject, I wonder how we evolved?," Delfina inquired.
“Hey, Delfina has a good point,” Deja pounced into the conversation. I had no idea what she saw in it. Even Mea stopped giving herself a bath to listen. “We aren’t human, we’re just dogs… canines.”
“Yeah, so what’s your point?,” Mea asked.
“Don’t you guys get it or wonder about it all?,” Deja said excitedly. “Where did we get our canine consciousness? How are we able to have thoughts, emotions and form rational, logical ideas? How in the world can we even speak let alone live these types of lives?”
I hadn’t even thought about that before. How is it that we live in a constructed society and live a normal life? It’s not normal and had to come from somewhere. Not every dog is able to do what we can do.
“I think I know, I think I know!,” a voice said from the back. It was Zoey and she was hidden behind the others. “We all drank from a magic water dish. Like the fountain of youth.”
This was followed by guffaws and chuckles with some shaking their heads at the idea. But it was intriguing and even a bit mystical. How did we get here and what was our origin? How could we conduct ourselves and speak while others couldn’t? Plus, isn’t high school all about self discovery?
“I like the idea and the constitution of the Beefy Snack Club shall be founded on the origins of canine consciousness,” I said, raising the gavel above my head. “All those in favor, bark once. Opposed, bark twice!”
A deafening bark of approval filled the room and I pounded the gavel on the lectern. The Beefy Snack Club was born.
Clique Clack Crack
Posted by Louie, Nov 17 2009, 06:25 AM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
Who knew that it would come to this?
“Louie, you look like you just caught the car you were chasing,” Mea said. She was trotting beside me as we went down the high school hallway. The lockers that lined the wall were a dull gray, reflecting my mood. “Are you going to be okay?”
“I have something on my mind, that’s all,” I had to stop to itch my ear with my back paw. It was true. There have been some developments as of late and I didn’t know how to react. “Remember when I said I was a member of the Beefy Snack Club? It was just a ruse but now it’s become much more. Dogs, even puppies, are asking me to join.”
“How is that bad?,” Abby interjected, jealously eyeing Mea. She still holds Mea at paw’s length, even after all this time. “Louie, you’re an inspiration, a leader, a pack leader! It’s what we’ve always dreamed! You can’t give this up now that it’s here!”
“But isn’t this how divisions are created?,” I groaned. “Wouldn’t the Beefy Snack Club be seen as a clique, a bit of a secret society. Kind of like the Skull and Bones?”
“Where’s the bone?,” Gregio yelped as he galloped up the hallway. “Who said bone? I want a bone. I want it, want it, want it!”
By this time, a small crowd had formed and I was in the middle of it. All my friends were looking at me and I kind of felt dizzy, like when I get excited and run in circles. But it was more like the migraine when I pick up a scent and can’t find its origin.
“Alright, doggone it!,” I said reluctantly. “I’ll do it but we’re going to do this the right way or not at all!”
My friends all howled their approval. By this time, the bell had ringed and everyone scurried to class. You could see which dogs hadn’t been maintaining their nails because they slipped across the marble as they ran to class.
After our Agility 101 class with Mrs. Schnoot, word had begun to spread quickly. Everyone was crowding around me to jockey for inclusion in the Club. As I moved towards my next class, I noticed a large pack of dogs walking down the hall. It was headed by none other than my nemesis, Max, the large Italian Greyhound.
“You’re barking up the wrong tree, Louie,” growled Max as he neared. The other pack dogs chuckled in unison. “Who gave you the right to form the Beefy Snack Club without my permission?”
I thought about it for a minute before replying.
“The Constitution of the United States of America?”
“A wise dog, huh?” Max huffed, stepping closer to me so our noses were almost touching. “I run things around here and I say if you can form a club or not. I tell you what you can do!”
I have to admit, my enthusiasm for forming a club was waning a bit under the burden of its responsibilities. However, after being subjected to Max’s breath, this confrontation had spiked my interest. The thinking and trappings of an idealist, I thought.
“What’s the matter, Max?,” I taunted. “Are you afraid of a little competition?”
“I ain’t afraid of nuthin’!,” he growled. Max backed up on his back haunches, as if he was getting to lunge. Before he leapt, Mr. Bluehorn, the Pomeranian Vice Principal, jumped in between us.
“That’ll be enough!,” he shouted. “Why am I not surprised to see you here, Louie? And Max, what have I told you about fighting in school?”
“Ah Mr. Bluehorn, I was just showing my pal Louie here some new wrestling moves,” Max sheepishly replied. “Why you got to be so serious all the time?”
“I don’t want to see this again, you understand?,” Mr. Bluehorn said as he shook a paw at us in warning.
Max and I mumbled our acquiescence. Before we parted, Max snarled at me.
“We already got enough clubs here and we don’t need anymore,” he snorted. “Mark my words, keep your nose out of this!”
As I watched him trot away, I began to think that if forming a club could at least get under Max’s fur, who else would get rubbed the wrong way? Is this the beginning of unraveling the mysteries at Milk Bone Pickens High or am I just scratching the surface?
That reminds me. I need to cut my nails.
The Beefy Snack Club
Posted by Louie, Oct 9 2009, 09:54 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
Bummer, I’m in the doghouse. I can’t believe that I got detention for something I didn’t do. I didn’t participate in the food fight so I get sentenced for being a dog with a funny bone?
“I’m innocent, I tell ya,” I groused to Petey, a muscular boxer that was seated next to me. He got caught bringing a flea circus to class. They got loose and everyone had to go to the nurse for a flea dip. “I’m innocent!”
“Shush Louie,” he whispered back. “Everyone here is innocent. Everyone has a story.”
I was surrounded by an eclectic group in a stuffy library. Of course there was Gregio listening to a Rolling Stone tune on his Nano contraband. He flashed it at me and it was Can’t You Hear Me Knocking. Dog’s got taste, I thought. Lexi was sitting next to me and Mea was across at another table.
I looked around some more and saw Luke, the Dog Squad jock. I think he got caught running someone’s collar up the flagpole or something. As I glanced around at the others, I started getting a weird John Hughes-déjà vu vibe.
“Have you ever seen ‘The Breakfast Club,’” I leaned over and whispered to Lexi. “You know, that 1980s flick?”
“Um no, because I was like born in this century,” she whispered back. “Stop talking to me.”
“We should form a club or something,” I shot back. “It should be about snacks. We can all agree on that.”
“You want another week of detention, Louie!,” Vice Principal Bluehorn snapped, breaking the room’s silence. He was supervising us and sitting up at the front behind a big desk. I swear that he was snorting steam which is pretty cool for a Pomeranian. I smiled at the image before answering.
“No.”
“You’re on a short leash here, mister,” he barked. “Don’t make me come over there and put the harness on you.”
This is lame, I thought. I’m two years old. I can do what I want. Grown-ups just don’t get it and this Mr. Bluehorn is worst than a human. I should put my energy into writing a letter. A manifesto!
The day lumbered on and there were yawns of boredom from time to time. There are just so many times you can twiddle your paws. I was busy scribbling on a piece of paper and biting my tongue, deep in concentration.
The last bell of the day rang and everyone got up and stretched before heading to the door. As I passed Mr. Bluehorn’s desk, I turned in my manifesto. A masterpiece, I thought. Not Pulitzer Prize stuff but decent at the same time.
He accepted it while glaring at me. With a wink, I headed to the door to my friends who were waiting in the hallway. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him studying it. It read:
Dear Mr. Bluehorn:
I accept the fact that I had to sacrifice a whole day in detention for whatever it is that I did wrong. But I think you’re crazy to think of me as a dog whose bark is worse than his bite. Put simply, I walk on four paws like everyone else but you want to see me in even more simpler terms. I'm not one to get tangled in semantics and won't hang my tail in shame for being who I am. Just accept it.
Sincerely yours,
The Beefy Snack Club, member
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Meet Mr. Bluehorn
Posted by Louie, Sep 11 2009, 08:44 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
Vicious. Fierce. Pomeranian.
Gregio, Lexi, Mea and me were sitting in the waiting room outside of Vice Principal Bluehorn’s office. It was a scary time for sure. Luckily, the carpet was padded with newspapers as some of us – who will go unnamed – had a bit of an “accident” caused by fear. They must go through a lot of newspapers here, I thought.
“Louie, get in my office!,” a voice behind the closed door growled.
“Mr. Bluehorn will see you now,” Ms. Jansen, the school’s Beagle secretary, said gently. She must have coaxed many fearful dogs into that office. It instilled a bit of confidence. Or maybe it’s more like a beef chew wrapped around the pill that I take every day. I hate taking pills.
“Take a seat, mister,” Mr. Bluehorn barked. “You’re in a lot of trouble. I don’t know who you think you are, coming to this hallowed institution, Milk Bone Pickens High, and causing all this mayhem. The food fight in the cafeteria is not the type of behavior we instill into our students.”
“I want to know who started it and I want to know now,” he continued. “I want names!”
“I don’t know where to start,” I began. “I’d like to put it in perspective first. This is a kind of ‘Wag the Dog’ scenario.”
“Is that some kind of joke?” Mr. Bluehorn grunted.
“Yes.”
“I like the context but this is not the time,” he replied. “Go on.”
“You’re looking at this all wrong,” I began to warm up. “Where you saw a food fight, I saw generosity. When was the last time you saw a dog share food with others? Never! I submit to you, maybe you don’t approve of the method of sharing the food but Mr. Bluehorn, I beg of you, don’t punish these acts of kindness.”
Mr. Bluehorn stared at me. And stared. And stared. He got out of his chair. I looked around. There’s no newspaper on the floors.
“So let me get this straight,” he snorted. “The food fight was just a distraction from what you were trying to accomplish which was to share food? A canine charity event?”
“Right!”
“You’re a pretty funny dog,” Mr. Bluehorn stated flatly.
“Thank you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment,” he angrily replied. “You can laugh yourself right into detention. One week!”
With that Mr. Bluehorn reached over and hit a buzzer.
“Ms. Jansen, could you please bring in some newspapers. Thanks.”
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Food Fight!
Posted by Louie, Sep 4 2009, 06:28 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
I wonder what’s on the menu today? We were standing in line, slowly shuffling our paws forward to where the meals were being doled out. The lunch lady looked grumpy; as if she wished she was somewhere else. If only she knew her power. An extra nugget of food meant all the world and she had total control.
But what was really the best part of lunch was dessert time. That’s when the lunch lady went around and put a dollop of peanut butter on our noses and we would all eagerly lick it off. Gregio was overzealous one day and chomped at her finger, causing the gooey delight to stick on the roof of his mouth. You should have heard him talk!
After getting my lunch (she was kind to me today- two extra nuggets!) I found a seat with Gregio and the girls. They were all chatting and the current gossip was on what clubs were the best and who, of course, were the cutest dogs in each.
“Have you seen Luke yet?,” Deja nudged Mea who was licking her chops to get that last kernel from her back teeth. Luke was captain of the Dog Squad and the most popular at school. “He’s a dreamboat! I’m definitely going out for cheerleading. Maybe he’ll notice me.”
“He’s like a senior,” Zoey interrupted. “There’s no way he would go for you. He’s way out of your league.”
“Deja and Luke, sitting in a tree,” Lexi teased. “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a puppy with a puppy carriage. You’re in love with him. You want to have like 400 of his puppies.”
Deja began to blush. She covered her snout with her paws to hide her embarrassment.
“I can’t believe that I’ve gained another pound,” Lexi moaned, stretching and inspecting herself closely to spot where the mystery weight went. “I’m now at double digits. 10 pounds! So disgraceful!”
That’s not so bad, the other girls comforted her. It's not so bad for an Italian Greyhound.
"Enough of this gobbley gook," Gregio said suddenly. "I can't take this anymore. Food fight!"
With that, he began to fling his nuggets across the table. The girls, taking the cue, hurled them back. Pretty soon, the mayhem spread to the other tables and the air began to fill with food and squeals of glee. Like in a hail storm, I ducked under the table but not before getting pegged with an oversized nugget.
"I'm hit!," I yelled "I'm down, I need backup. Never leave a dog on the battlefield. May day! May day!"
All of a sudden, the food stopped flying and the lunchroom was in lockdown. The adults had streamed in and were desperately trying to re instill order. I peeked out from under the table and watched as they marched over to where Gregio and I had been sitting.
"Louie, Gregio, Lexi and Mea," Mr. Bluehorn, the vice principal of the high school, yelped while staring at us each when he said our names. "Report to my office, NOW!"
Going to School Breeds Adversity
Posted by Louie, Aug 31 2009, 11:26 AM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
“Pssst. Louie, where have you been?”
At this time, everyone had settled in their seats. The classroom was brightly lit by sunshine streaming from the windows and I had luckily snagged a seat near one. Boy, I sure like the sun. However, the downside is that my gaze often settles on the activities going on outside rather than in the room.
“Um, what?,” I replied, startled that anyone was paying attention to me. I gave a quick, curt response. “I was just daydreaming.”
“You better get your head into the game,” Gregio whispered. “This class is going to be tough.”
It was the first day of Milk Bone Pickens High. I was fiercely intimidated by the prospect of being around other dogs in a controlled environment. I’m a pretty fidgety dog so when I have to stay in one place for too long, let’s just say that my attention span is short while my energy level is high. In fact, if I was younger, I would be bouncing off the walls right now. My owners still point to the paw prints left on the ceilings.
“Good morning, class!,” Mrs. Schnoot barked as she trotted into the room. She had been at the school for years and was well-known as one of the best looking Italian Greyhound teachers in the high school. Her fur was always glossy and she even took the time to paint her nails. She looked radiant. I looked over at Gregio and his tongue was hanging out to the side with his tail wagging excitedly. I kicked him to straighten up.
“Welcome to Agility 101, I am Mrs. Schnoot and I will be your teacher,” she said. She began to write her name on the chalkboard but her nails scratched the board, causing some in the room to squirm. “Is everyone excited to be here?”
“Now that you’re here, I am,” a voice in the back of the room said. Everyone giggled at the outburst and turned to see who said it. A large IG wearing a “Ruff DogWear XXXL” t-shirt and chain link color smiled a toothy grin at the reaction he got.
“Hello Max, it’s good to have you back in class,” Mrs. Schmoot sighed disapprovingly. “You’ll make it through the course this semester, right?”
She had stolen the spotlight back from him. The class turned around and faced the teacher. I glanced over at Max to see his reaction and he was steaming in humiliation. He noticed me and growled. I quickly turned away. What had I done?
Mrs. Schnoot asked us to introduce and tell something about ourselves. After that, she passed an outline around the class for what would be covered during the semester. We were going to learn how to use a teeter board, weave poles and even run through tunnels. Cool, this is going to be fun, I thought!
The bell rang and all the students put their backpacks on and scurried to the door to go to the next class. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Max was pacing himself so we would meet at the door.
“So you’re Louie?,” Max growled quietly when we were side by side. “I’ve got my eye on you now. Ha!”
With that, he gave me a shove which sent me tumbling. Mrs. Schnoot was at the front of the door saying goodbye to the students and was startled. She came over and asked me if I was okay. Max was looking at me to see what my reaction would be.
“Sure, I’m fine,” I said as I gathered my belongings and swung my backpack over my shoulder. “I just slipped. No biggie.”
I watched as Max gave a hoarse laugh and continued into the hallway. Boy, this school thing is going to be tougher than I thought. Nobody told me that I would have to learn and deal with getting along with others too!
Impeachment Sends Louie to School
Posted by Louie, Aug 3 2009, 08:02 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
Whew! What a whirlwind!
After going on a treasure hunt, a road trip, and travelling to Italy as a special envoy for First Dog Bo and the White House, I arrived home in Arizona thinking that I could go back to the life that I left behind. Not so, Delfina told me as I walked in the front door, exhausted and just a bit travel-worn.
“See what’s happened since you’ve been gone,” Delfina screeched as she held up a piece of paper with official insignia. “You’ve been absent for so long that Bill Gruber has gotten you impeached and removed as dog catcher. Good going, Louie.”
Months earlier, I had been elected as dog catcher. Since then, I had been swept along by events and living life. What’s so wrong with that? I’m a party animal. Gruber, the former dog catcher, had found a technical disqualifier that said I must have a minimum educational background. Even though I was home schooled, like most dogs, I needed to have a diploma or some kind of certification.
“So just go to school,” Mea said. The whole troupe had followed me home. What a loyal group they were. “It’s not so hard and you should sail right through. You might even like it.”
“I know just the perfect place!” Karma chimed in. “You should go to Milk Bone Pickens High. It’s really modern and they have all the latest technology. Every dog gets a computer and learns from e-books. Besides, the girls and I want to be cheerleaders!”
I started thinking. Hmm, this isn’t the worst thing in the world. Besides, did I really want to deal with the dark side of being a dog catcher and see the sordid cruelties I would be exposed to? I’m too young to be scarred by the realities of the world. I need to maintain my optimistic youth and hang onto it for as long as possible.
I looked over at Gregio who had his tail between his legs. What did you do, I asked with my eyes.
“Will the teacher get mad if I’m not potty trained?,” he sputtered with a worried look on his face.
We all laughed. We’re Italian Greyhounds. We’re known for our accidents!
W.W.S.B.D.
Posted by Louie, Jul 16 2009, 07:41 AM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
It was Deja and Karma that found me. They said I was barking in my sleep and making quick jabbing moves with my paws. I hope they didn’t catch me drooling into the pillow.
Now I don’t usually recall my dreams but this one was so vivid that it ended up shaking me awake. It was so weird. I began to describe it to them immediately. I found myself talking to a porous yellow sponge that lives in Bikini Bottom.
“What is there left to do?,” I said to my yellow friend. “I’ve accomplished so much in so little time. Where am I going to find adventure when I’ve done everything that I want?”
“That’s a question you’re going to have to answer for yourself, Louie,” SpongeBob answered. Other than Cesar Milan, Mr. SquarePants was the closest thing that I had to an idol. He had achieved iconic status in my world. “I’ve always found that the best adventures happen close to home. Look at all my shenanigans with Patrick, Mr. Krabs, and Squidward.”
“Why is your voice so mature?,” I inquired.
“It’s your dream,” he responded. He smiled with his two teeth jutting forward.
“Oh right.”
“Go home,” SpongeBob said. “You were elected dog catcher and now you’re neglecting your duties. There’s something that needs to be done and until you do it, you’ll always be restless. It’ll nag you like a dog pulling on your pant leg.”
We bent over laughing at the reference. Even in the most serious discussions, my sub consciousness can’t help but to lighten the mood.
“SpongeBob, thanks for always being there for me,” I said wistfully. “I’ve always guided myself by remembering W.W.S.B.D. - What Would SpongeBob Do. I'm concerned that because I'm just an Italian Greyhound that I won't be up for the job.”
“Hey that’s what I’m there for,” the sponge responded. “It sounds like you got the fervor and now you’ve got the religion. Remember, it's not the size of the dog, it's the size of their heart. Now I’m going to go and catch some jellyfish.”
“So that’s how it went,” I said looking into Deja and Karma’s eyes. Their bewildered look made me feel a bit uneasy.
“What do you think it means?,” Karma said.
“It means we’re going home,” Deja sighed. “I just found the coolest place for gelato too. What a bummer. I really like Italy too. Ciao!”
“Get the others and tell them to pack up,” I said hurriedly. “Grab the gelato to go. I need to make two calls: one to First Dog Bo to tell him I’m going back to Arizona. I’ll return to Italy when the need for a canine ambassador arises. The second is to Sheriff Joe Arpiao. I’m lucky to be on the country’s toughest sheriff’s team. Tell him I’m reporting for duty.”
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Profiles of Canine Courage
Posted by Louie, Jul 13 2009, 07:45 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
Italy was surreal. We were taken to a villa outside of Rome and spent some time gazing at the vineyards. We then got whisked away to L'Aquila to view the earthquake damage caused earlier this year. It was a humanitarian visit and as the appointed canine ambassador from First Dog Bo, I spent time at a veterinarian hospital and counseled its patients. There was one dog in particular whose story resonated with me and the others.
"... so there I was and I had to make a quick decision," Bart the Golden Retriever said. His two front legs were bandaged and a third was in traction. "Do I run back inside the school to see if there were any more children or do I wait for a rescue team? There was no question about it. I had to save the kids."
"It's a good thing too," he continued. "There were three frightened first graders in a broom closet. I sniffed them out and they followed me to safety. It wasn't easy, with everything that was going on but what was I going to do? I'm a dog."
He smiled up at me faintly and all the girls cooed at his courage. Zoey and Deja wept softly. These are the unsung heroes but it goes to show that a canine considers himself just as much a part of humanity as our upright masters do. Maybe more so.
"You've done a brave thing and for that, we are thankful," I said, placing a plaque on his nightstand. "Please accept this on behalf of American canines for your valiant efforts."
We continued to make the rounds. Mea and Stella liked the Italian accent and tried to mimic it and Karma was even inspired and thought of becoming a nurse. Once we finished, we all jumped into a chauffeured car and went back to the villa.
Lexi said that she wanted to go north and try to ski the Alps. Everyone teased her because we all know how adverse to cold weather Italian Greyhounds are.
"But I could wear booties," she protested. This caused us to laugh more and her to get more mad.
"I have a surprise for everyone," I interrupted the laughter. "We are going to make wine tonight. That means we are going to squish grapes with our paws. I learned how to do it when I was watching a rerun of 'I Love Lucy.' Is everyone ready to make some wine?"
Karma whimpered and then giggled. The car went silent and we all stared at her.
"I made some whine already," she laughed. "Get it? 'Whine?' 'Whine?' It's wine with an 'h.' Hmm, tough crowd."
Lucille Ball squishing grapes in I Love Lucy YouTube clip
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Viva l'Italia!
Posted by Louie, Jul 10 2009, 05:31 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
The plane roared off the runway and ascended into the sky. Phoenix sure had a lot of swimming pools speckling its landscape and the mountains didn't look as big from up here, I thought. Later, we were over the Atlantic Ocean and there was blue water as far as the eye could see.
Mea, Karma, Zooey and the other girls were smudging up with windows with their noses and their tails were excitedly whipping the air. Gregio, always the cool one, had reclined his chair and was watching the in-flight movie with his shades on. I think he was actually sleeping.
"So what's the plan, Louie?," Abby asked. She was sitting next and looking at me with her big soft eyes. Our relationship had greatly improved since I told Mea we would just be friends. "Never in a million years did I think we would go to Italy and on official business. It's so exciting! It's like listening to a great Eagles song for the first time, like Sunset Grill."
"First Dog Bo sent me these papers and we're first going to make a humanitarian visit to L’Aquila," I said referring to the town that was struck by an earthquake earlier this year. It also turned out that President Barack Obama had not appointed a human ambassador so I might get stuck with dual responsibilities albeit for the short term. "Hey, maybe we can visit Pope Benedict in the Vatican? That would be fun."
"I can't wait to see all the historical sites," Deja purred. "Like the Colosseum, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Roman ruins. It's going to be... magical. Ooh la la, can we go to the Riviera too?"
All of a sudden, the plan jolted and began to tail dive. Something had happened to the engine and we could hear it sputtering. Everyone screamed and jumped into their seats. The sound was deafening and luggage began falling out of the overhead compartments.
"This is your captain speaking," the intercom said. "We are going to have to make an emergency landing. Strap in and prepare yourselves. Mayday, mayday!"
"This is it, this is it!," Karma yelled. "I can't believe this is happening. I never got to live my life. I never got to do all the things I wanted!"
My blood pressure began to rise and I was frozen in place. Could this really be the end? What if we survived and ended up stranded on an island? My thoughts were invaded with Lord of the Flies references.
The descent of the plane began to slow and eventually plateaued. The body straightened out and normalized. The captain's voice crackled over the intercom again.
"Sorry about that folks," he said. "We had some temporary engine failure but everything is fine now. Sorry for the inconvenience. We'll be landing in Rome in a few more hours. Enjoy the rest of the trip."
I looked around and everyone was panting. We began to laugh at our luck and at each other. Zoey and Karma hugged each other in glee. I licked the side of Abby's face in the gentle way we Italian Greyhounds do and looked around the cabin and smiled. Our fate lies not in the Atlantic Ocean and a good thing too. I didn't want us to become a Swiss Family Robinson repeat. Too much of a cliché.
Gregio stirred in his seat and took off his shades. He looked around in disbelief at the disheveled cabin.
"What did I miss?" he asked sleepily.
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Meet Ambassador Louie
Posted by Louie, Jul 5 2009, 09:42 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
It is safe to say that upon returning home from my visit and speech to Porterhouse University, that I had hoped for some time to catch up. Maybe a little R & R. Kick up my paws and finish some odds and ends around the house. But sometimes, events happen unexpectedly and catch you flat pawed. This morning happened to be one of them.
"This is the White House calling for Louie," a strange and unidentifiable female voice said on the other end. "I have First Dog Bo here to speak with Louie. Is he available?"
"Omigosh why yes, let me get him for you," Deja said excitedly. Since I was elected dog catcher, she asked to be the office manager and transferred the call to my adjourning office. "Louie, it's First Dog Bo on line one."
"This is Louie," I said, answering the phone while easing into my chair. Why in the world would the dog of the President of the United States be calling me? "How may I help you?"
"Louie, this is Bo, how is everything in Arizona?" he said in his Portuguese water dog accent. "Something has come up and I need you to fill a role for us. There is an opening to be the canine ambassador to Italy and I am pleased to offer you the position. We need an Italian Greyhound so are you interested?"
Wow, what an honor! I was beaming with ethnic pride but then a thought occurred. What does a canine ambassador do and why would I be given the opportunity? I inquired Bo for the reasons.
"You were selected because of your Italian heritage and because you can express the goodwill nature that this Administration wishes to show Italy," he explained, adding that canine ambassador's provide diplomatic communications and relations between the four-pawed populations of each country. "I know you'll do a fine job. Can the President and I count on your support?"
I quickly accepted and explained that I would be bringing an entourage including Deja, Abbey, Gregio and the rest of the girls. Bo said I would be receiving briefing papers via a courier and to be ready to leave soon. We said our goodbyes and I looked through the doorway at Deja. She and the others would become emissaries.
Here we go again! Our adventures are about to go global!!
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A Crisis of Confidence Resolution
Posted by Louie, Jul 2 2009, 06:39 AM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
“This one goes out to all my peeps and pups.”
I woke up in the middle of the night. Jeez, what time is it? I was shaking and had woken up Abby in the process. We were at Porterhouse University and found our suite. Sure enough, it was as pleasant as we had hoped. The ivory towers that we had imagined were ordaining the school and to be quite frank, I was a bit intimidated. Would I live up to their expectations? Could I deliver?
“I just woke up thinking about the speech,” I said through pants. My confidence was shaken. “Will I be able to deliver? What if I’m laughed off stage? I can’t afford that and I’m so intimidated by it all. What if I’m no longer funny?”
“Please, you’re Louie,” Abby said sleepily. “Everybody loves you.”
“Not everybody.”
“Okay, this is what you do,” Abby replied through her yawns. She studied my face for hints of distress. “You need to think of everybody in the audience as without fur. That will get you through it all.”
“I think something else is going on, Louie,” she continued. “It has to do with Mea. I saw the two of you talking and quite frankly, you have to do what you want to do. I’ll stand by you but if you stray, that is when your house will crumble. Don’t be a stray dog. It’s really tragic.”
We met up later at Abby’s sorority house. Her sisters were debating who was cutest and Lexi won! She had recovered from her humiliating experience in the car and everyone was chanting ‘Lexi’s Sexy! Lexi’s Sexy!’ Quite a triumph! Deja and Zoey tied for second in votes and Mea came in third. We all howled our approval and the winners bowed in appreciation.
“Hey Mea, can I talk to you for a minute,” I said, pulling her aside from all the commotion. I always had a soft spot for the underdog. “I wanted to tell you that I really like you but I’m with Abby. I just want to be friends. Is that okay with you?”
“Ah Louie, you’re so sweet,” she covered her snout with her paws to hide her laughter. “I could never break up a sister’s relationship and would never dream of getting in between you. I just think you’re really cool and wanted to be your friend too.”
The speech was going to be in the afternoon. As I trotted out on the stage and looked over the student’s faces, my mind and heart were at peace. What a lucky dog I am! All the students were hairless chihuahuas and terriers! I began to speak and the confidence continued to build in my voice.
“… and in the end, if all else fails just remember that the big dog in the sky is looking out for you.”
A Love Triangle Forms
Posted by Louie, Jun 27 2009, 06:30 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
"It’s more fun riding in a car than chasing them, huh?"
Everyone in the car chuckled at Gregio's reflection except for Lexi. Poor Lexi was reading her comic books and became car sick. As if dogs don't get motion sickness enough, she tried to read while we were driving. We had to pull over because she needed to get some fresh air. If you know what I mean.
"What were you reading anyway?" I asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. We had driven over half the distance to Porterhouse University. I was to address the student body and was still putting the speech together in my head.
"Oh, I'm sooooooo embarrassed," Lexi mumbled. She was an aficionado of sorts when it comes to the comic world. She could go on forever about the minutiae and intricacies of characters and their storylines. "I started this new series about Hawkeye. He's part of the Avengers and an archer. You know the Avengers? Started by Iron Man and Captain America?"
"You're such a dork!," Stella barked. All the girls in the back, including Abby, giggled at the ribbing. Lexi just shrugged and swallowed her pride. She still looked green.
"We don't know anything about you Louie," Mea asked meekly. I couldn't get over her eyes. Anyone can trim their eyebrows but truly sexy eyes, the windows to the soul, are hard to come by. Mea had them. "What's your story?"
"I don't really like talking about myself," I said. Which was true. I'm more of a dog that likes to lead by example than by telling others what to do. I guess it's a way to limit any charges of hypocrisy. That's a good line. I have to remember that one. "I'm just a simpleton that believes every dog has his day."
"Ahh, you're an optimist," Mea swooned. She smiled at me and then turned to gaze out the window. "Not too many of those around. Not many at all."
Abby was watching our conversation and I could see the jealousy building up in her. I'm surprised she didn't jump on Mea and wrestle her to the ground like female Italian Greyhounds do. They're usually pretty rough with one another. Zoey and Deja had already wrestled to see who got a window seat. Abby's sorority sisters knew she and I had something going but that didn't stop them from trying to pique my interest.
"Since there's only two boys in the car, we can't play 'Spin the Bone,' Karma said referring to the game where a bone was put in the center and spun and whoever it pointed to had to kiss. "So I say we play 'Truth or Dare! No lying now. I'll go first. Louie, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Do you like Mea?," Karma quizzed. "C'mon, you said 'truth.' You gotta tell us!"
An awkward silence settled in the car. Did I answer? Heck no! My reason is that I wanted to prevent a crash. I patted myself on the back for my diplomacy. No pun intended.
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Road Trip!
Posted by Louie, Jun 23 2009, 11:13 PM in Italian Greyhounds, puppies, dogs, adventures, thoughts, issues
Dear Mr. Wilson:
It is our great honor and pleasure to extend an invitation for you to speak at Porterhouse University. Our faculty has been impressed with your adventures and would like you to address our student body. All the necessary arrangements will be made to accompany your lodging needs.
We look forward to hearing from you soon so that our students may benefit.
Kind Regards,
William "The Boxer" Cunningham
President
This was the letter that I received upon returning home from the Superstition Mountains. Wow! Porterhouse University. THE prestigious Porterhouse University! Who would have ever thought that they would invite little old me to come and speak? Wait, how in the world am I going to get there?
"Sounds like a road trip, dude," Gregrio drawled. He had been reading over my shoulder. "We have to get a car!"
"Do you even know how to drive?" Delfina condescendingly asked. Her mood had greatly soured since our last adventure and she demanded to sit out any future ones. She was so frightened that she had shed her hair like a chinchilla. Italian Greyhounds don't have a lot to lose so any gone is a lot.
"No but I could learn," I replied. "How hard could it be, really? The real question is, what kind of car should I get?"
"There's this car out that an IG could drive," Abby cut in. "I think it's called a Smart car. It's good for the environment, the perfect size for a small dog to drive and we're going to a school. That's only logical."
"By the way," Abby continued, smiling slyly. "I have some sorority sisters that would want to go. Whaddya say, Louie?"
"No problem but they have to chip in for gas," I said. "The prices are crazy!"
We scheduled the speech with the school and packed up the car. Gregio called shotgun and I was behind the wheel. Abby and her sorority sisters were in the back seat, making jokes and giggling. She introduced them all. There was Stella, who demanded all the attention, Karma, who was a reputable great kisser, and Zoey, the shy one. Then there was Lexi, the bossy one, Deja, who was always cheerful, and Mea, the cute one. When I saw her, I immediately grew red in the face because I was smitten by her eyes. Mea's hot!
"Ready for some tunes?" Gregio asked no one in particular. He selected a track on his iPod and the familiar song began.
As we roared off, the music began and everyone lifted their snout in the air and sang together:
"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit
And you ain't no friend of mine"
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Pretty in Pink Musseta
Posted by Louie, Jun 20 2009, 11:14 PM
This is Musseta, one of the prettiest girls at the park. I wanted to introduce you to her because I think she's cute and adorable. I have a crush on her.
on How You Like Me Now?