Uh, oh - guess who got out of his/her octagon prison!
Yikes - let me get the HELL OUTTA HERE!
Somebody is REAL P*ssed at me and its NOT my fault that he/she/it was just HAPPENING along when my experimental octagon bubble EXPLODED out of my paws and landed on ITS head (!)
We find him strangely intriguing but they won't let us at him. I think they just want to torment us. Life sucks. One of these days me and Bob are going to get him.
This is the sink we hid under last week.
Me and old Bob came thisclose to being wiped out by a tornado headed STRAGHT to Lakeview! That was a close one!
Pip (me)
Gaze upon my magnificent ear and then look away!
The most interesting dog in the world.
My ears are insured by Lloyds of London. So is my tail. I am a lover not a fighter, but I have very sharp teeth and I know how to use them. I have sampled forty-six varieties of cheese. They are all pretty good. My nose leather is twenty-four degrees colder than my body temperature. It will freeze chilled yoghurt instantly. There are seventy-five cushions or pillows in this apartment. They are all good. Some are heavier or softer than others. My bark is thirty-eight time worse than my bite. It can cause ear damage if one is not careful. My bite, however, is pretty bad. So watch out. I have sixteen frog toys. Each of them is of a slightly different shade of green. Some make noise and some are silent. I like them all. None of them are pods. They all have names, though none of the names are particularly imaginative. I don't always crunch up ice cubes soaked in liquor, but when I do I prefer Glenlivet. I will, however, accept White Chocolate Martinis as an adequate substitute.
Is it possible?
Can a simple designer dog, living on Lake Shore Drive, with his loyal sponge("Bob") find happiness while being forced to live in a world that seems determined to thwart us - I ask you - is it?
Sponge Bob
My best friend. I love Bob. Many people wonder what makes ole Bob tick. He's definitely an enigma wrapped in a baloney sandwich. HA HA! No, really he's a wild one. Sometimes he shocks even me and I thought I was on to all of his tricks. He's wiley, old Bob is. But that's what I like about him. He keeps me young. Some folks ask me how I met him. All I can say is one day he was just *there.* That sure was a lucky day for me -for both of us. He had a hard life, coming up, I know that, so sometimes I have to cut him a lot of slack, if you know what I mean. Life's been pretty cruel to Bobby.
My arch enemy
"Duck." I hate him. He spies on me and Bob and gets us in trouble. DId I tell you I hate him very much? Bob says he heard that hes' a Republican precinct captain.
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