Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I am a mutt!

I am a mutt! But a luxurious one.

Yes I am a mutt and proud of it. I realize that a Labrador and a Poodle might make some people think that I am a mutt. Even thought I do have a pedigree in my name, I see their point. I am a mutt, an expensive mutt. But my "muttiness" presents several advantages.
For one Labradors are cute, and I have that with and for me (not that poodle are not cute though, but I see them more as beautiful and graceful, and there… that’s my second point). Then, thanks to my French Poodle side, I speak French (oui oui, je parle francais aussi: ouah ouah). And surely the combo is irresistible, you can deny that: a good looking blond dog with a French accent…oolala.
Finally, that poodle thing is hypoallergenic, so my owners don’t cry their eyes out because of me. (Btw, don’t tell them but about ownership, I see it the other way, but I humor them).
And last but not least, I don’t shed: so how’s that for a good dog? Paws out!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

We are smarter than you think.

Why in the world would you vote for a dog for prez? We need someone smart at the helm and dogs are probably not the first in mind when in comes to brain power…Well I beg to differ on that and I will try to demonstrate this point.
Dogs are pretty smart: we have managed something that even human have not been able to accomplish while they are working so hard.
While we are not THE top of the food chain, we have managed to be pretty much close to it, and this without even having to work all day (or work at all) or run after prays all day. How cool is that? How smart is that? I can sleep pretty much whenever I want, I can eat and drink pretty much whenever I want, I get to walk, I get to play in the yard and all I have to do is wag my tail every once in a while. When I need to go outside, all I need to do is to say so and someone holds the door for me, a human holds the door for me. And by the way, I get to go in the yard. Last time one of the kids did that he got into a whole lot of trouble. Ahaha you should have seen the face of the horrified dad when that happened. Heck I even get the human to take me for a walk, and clean after me and hold that little baggy until we find a trash can (preferably the neighbor’s :o)).

On few occasions I chew the wrong thing and I get in trouble (big deal!). What you don’t realize, is that I am only testing to see where the limits are. Is it ok for me to sleep on the couch? May be they changed their mind, so let me try again.
So who’s got the good life here? And isn’t it what it’s all about. Look, you work hard for your money and to maintain a lifestyle. I call it the good life. You deserve as much as us doggies. So give it a try, listen to what I have to say. It’ll be a fun road.
Woof we can. Love! Toto