Lemondrop: My very first post!

Hello humans and dogs,

I am inspired by my cousins Kiya and Louie - they have a blog at www.kiya-and-louie.blogspot.com and I think it is a fabulous idea to record my adventures. This way I can look back at what I did years ago and laugh about it together with Milkshake when we are both old. Or maybe let mommy v and w laugh. They laugh at us a lot and sometimes I don't know why. When they come home and I howl with delight, they laugh at me. Is my howl funny?

This morning we were taken to Bowen Road for a run and as usual I was kept on the leash while Milkshake got to run free. While I used to be upset about the unfairness of life, I have given up trying to tell mommy v that I want to be off-leash at Bowen Road. She says it's something about the Evil One who leaves funny substance on pork ribs and when dogs eat them, they collapse. I'm still not convinced, of course, because they always prevent me from eating food I find on the road.

Speaking of food, mommy v went to the Meat Shop today and bought a lot of meat in her red trolley. The red trolley smells of all things wonderful - I can't stop smelling it - and I noticed that there is a new meat this time! It smells of beef... beef something... beef brisket? It is being left out on the table to thaw and it is driving me nuts. If I could just sink my teeth into that succulent beef...


I don't know what it is but mommy v always seems to want to torture me. While that pack of beef brisket sits happily on the table, I was given a lousy small piece of porkchop for dinner. And I always have to wait for the "ok!" command before I can eat. It's excrutiating to have my dinner put in front of me and then I have to sit there nicely and wait. I wonder how they would like it if they have their food in front of them and they have to wait twenty-one minutes before eating. I say twenty-one minutes because they make me wait three minutes, but in a dog's life everything is multiplied by seven. Humpf.


See, I was already drooling.


I finished it in 2 minutes (human time). My record stands at 1.5 minutes but I am trying very hard to savour my food nowadays.

Then I had to do my usual post-meal grooming -




All clean now! (My standards, of course, but I've got a nagging feeling in my heart that I will be scrubbed under the shower tomorrow. Oh what great sorrow.)