*Comment posted on 6/9/06 blog post*
This is Baskin ... the Commodore's (holy) terrier. I know how it is man. You're young ... you'll get used to it.
Okay, so I am a little smaller than you. I love to jump off of the Commodore's 12' tall bed. One day I stove in both of my front legs and couldn't walk. You'd of thought he lost an entire bag of milkbones the way he was carrying on ... sobbing! A few shots and a couple of muscle relaxers later, I was zippin around like normal. What is it with these humans. They bathe everyday, they eat with their mouths closed, they can't lick themselves ... no wonder they're miserable! Anyway, hang in there, pal, and I hope you're feeling better soon.
Smell you later!
First, let me just say, "Woof, woof, mwuf, bark, yip, woof...barrr-ooooo."
Yeah-heah. You know what I mean, Playah.
Second, I just wanted to thank you for your nice note. I didn't know that we could "stove" our legs like that! (I had to ask my owner, whom I think of as "Goddess Who Picks Up My Poop", what "stove" meant, but I feel you now, man, I feel you now.) I will have to be more careful about that. Yeah, Dude, I can't believe I ran into that door. The Goddess is such a wonderful housekeeper that those babies are just clear, you know, like see through, and well, you know how it is when they're like, "Wanna go outside?!" and you're like, "Hell, yeah!" and then your brain just like stops working, and all you can think about is wagging your tail so hard that your whole back end wags too, or the possibility of maybe eating or rolling in something dead or even my own poo...or getting to smell some yaknowwudI'msayin', hello!!
So yeah, dog, thanks for thinking of me. What's the deal with our owners freaking out? You're right, you'd think she was the one who'd thrown out her back and couldn't lick her balls (panick, dude, FOR REAL.) I mean, I was the one who was thinking it'd been like, what, almost 6 months in our time since I'd been able to reach "down there", and she's the one bawling. Geez, lady, calm down and figure out a way to reach dese.
Whoah! Whoah! What was that noise?!!? Holy Crap! Holy Crap! Kill! Kill! Protect! Defend!!
False alarm...it was just the Goddess tapping her fingers on the wall. (Man, I ALWAYS fall for that!)
Alright, suckah, I gotta run. Seriously. In circles. All over the apartment. In a pattern: dining room, family room, hallway, bedroom, jump on the bed, jump off the bed, hallway, family room, dining room, slip on the kitchen floor. Repeat. I don't know what to do with all this energy. I've tried chasing my tail but it's just not the same as chasing some other tail...hey-oh!
Peace and doggie treats,