OK, I can explain…

Yes, this is a male dog. Yes, we’ve just met in the park. Yes I appear to be HUMPING HIS HEAD.

It’s SPRING… time for a young man’s thoughts to turn to… ok, maybe not exactly gay doggie sex but something along those lines. I tell you, I just have these urges that I can’t explain. I try to ask older male dogs what they do when this sort of thing takes over and they all tell me the same thing:

FIND A BITCH

I’m working on that… in the meantime, look out dogs of Los Angeles, Bogart is letting his freak flag fly!!!
Love,

Bogart

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Today is St. Patrick’s Day… I admit I have no idea of what this means, but I’ve seen a lot of people wearing green things (which reminds me of my favorite thing – grass – so I approve).

Of course that means that mom has to do something silly (she seems to catch onto every silly thing with every holiday so far…) so she brought some green leis to the dog park, figuring that she’d take a few pictures while torturing me and forcing me to wear them – and maybe some of my friends too.

What was cool, tho, is that there was almost no one at the dog park today… except for an Irish Setter named Charlie!!! She’s really beautiful, so the humans thought that getting together an Irish dog and a British dog, making them wear green leis and try to stand still – might be funny.

And in other news…

I think I’ve found a new love… she’s about twice my size but that doesn’t deter me.  I’m not even the slightest bit intimidated by the tall girls… I didn’t catch her name, but I definitely caught her scent.

To our next meeting, my (latest) love…

Love,

Bogart

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Ok, I’m going to start this out by saying that I have no idea what all the fuss is about.

Yesterday was my first Christmas, and mom and dad took me over to their friends house – Stephen & Sharon – so I could play with their doggies. I’ve never met them before, the German Shepherd is Oliver, and the avocado-shaped dog is Sneaky. At first no one was sure if we would all get along, but my charm and wit won over the older doggies and we had so much fun. Running and jumping, chasing and play-biting, fetching and humping….

Wait, did I just say humping?

That’s what the humans called it. I can’t explain it. This sudden urge just came over me to grab onto Sneaky and just hump away. Was I trying to show dominance? Am I sexually maturing? Was it just a funny game? Damned if I know. All I know was that I was absolutely powerless to resist the giant butt of the neutered Sneaky.

Sneaky was quite patient with me for most of the evening, as I just couldn’t control myself once I’d started. Oliver looked on, amused, and just glad that I didn’t find him nearly so attractive.

The humans were inside, cooking and eating until a very late hour. By this time my romantic antics were thoroughly rebuffed by an annoyed Sneaky and we were all gathering around the door begging for some chow. It came in the form of several bowls of turkey pieces, which I haven’t had before and I gobbled down (mom thinks that’s funny…).

I did get presents earlier in the day, luckily I wasn’t in mom’s office so I didn’t have to deal with THAT TREE. Some special food in the morning and a few little gifties made me a happy dog.

Hope your Christmas was great and you managed to cajole your humans into getting you exactly what you wanted this year!!!!

Happy Holidays,
Bogart

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Wow, I think I have my first crush…

There’s a cutie out there named Emmi Lou – she wrote me a nice little note about how handsome I was (which I always LOVE) – and it makes my heart go thumpety-thump.

She’s got a great blog too… read her here!

Here’s lookin’ and winkin’ at you kiddo!

Love,
Bogart

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Mom and dad go to see their car mechanic a lot. I assume it has something to do with the fact that we’re always driving somewhere, it must be hard for the Beetle after a while. Kind of like how I feel after dragging dad’s shoes around the house for an hour or so.

Hm.

Anyway, their mechanic is a really nice guy named Walter. And he has a really great dog named Ferocious. When I first saw her it was love at first sight… she’s a foxy kind of lady (by that I mean she looks like a fox, or the picture I saw of a fox one time) who guards the auto shop. And she’s really, really good at her job. When she’s not keeping out the riff-raff, there are lots of great oil puddles to roll in, and she’s led me down this path before. I know as soon as dad brings me here that I’m gonna roll with Ferocious.

We play too, and I’ve found a lovely spot at the back of the shop to poop. It’s funny, no one notices it for the first minute or so, then all of a sudden everyone looks at me — woo! hoo! attention for me! — and then dad has to “do the doody”.

I really like Ferocious, she gives me a run for my money and really wears me out. It’s always fun to go to Budget Auto Repair, thanks Walter!!!

Love,
Bogart

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