Disaster!

Well, my moms have broken the news to me. I am NOT coming this weekend for the engagement party. It is kind of not fair because I have been training really hard, have been nice to all of the dogs around me (see that goof ball in the background) and only peed on the carpet once this month when my little back legs started to cramp from keeping them crossed to hold it in. Small dog, small bladder. Anywhoooo, I am not so happy about this decision. They tell me it has nothing to do with my good deeds or behavior but rather is just a fact of life, we can't always get what we want. I know, I know....when I grow up it will make more sense to me. Blah blah blah blah blah.

So anyways Uncle Colman and Aunt Katie, here is proof of my hard work and subsequent depression. Look at my attentive glare and straight paw work. My ears are exactly 6 inches apart (yes, I have been practicing the optimal length) and notice the height of the box I am on. You try doing this stuff 2 feet off the ground. If you are only 1 foot off the ground to begin with that is a really big height to deal with.


Alright, enough complaining I should just focus on the things I have control over, so says my Life Coach Lassie the Fourth.......like not eating everything that drops on the kitchen floor, my vote no on Prop 8 blog for same sex marriage for my moms ( title "We Are Family" after my favorite Pointers Sisters song) and of course my daily grooming routine which involves 23 hours of beauty sleep. Have a great weekend, don't let Momma Em drink too much whiskey (it gives her bad morning breath) and remind Momma Kdogg to take her "relaxation" pills before getting on the plane. Send me some pictures!

love and licks,

Lucky D xo