Sister Baby Jesus

Smile

2011-11-25T08:33:00.001-08:00

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile. Sometimes your smile is the source of your joy.

I thought I'd get taller as I got older

2011-11-18T09:30:00.001-08:00

Gonna wash that gray right outa my fur.

FAA Not Being Paid??????????

2011-08-03T12:41:00.000-07:00

I for one am not going to fly until congress comes to its senses. As you may have guessed, I am not only a yellow dog but I am also a Yellow Dog Democrat. Tax and spend is my policy; particularly when it comes to public safety.

Congressman Weiner Resigns

2011-06-16T15:00:00.000-07:00

Really, this is not me, I am a pug.

Award Season

2011-05-25T11:28:00.000-07:00

For the third consecutive year my ears were voted Best Dog Ears in the Midwest. The criteria are suppleness, softness, and color. The judge holds an ear between her thumb and forefinger while a nurse takes her pulse. Points are scored based on how quickly her pulse lowers and by what percentage her heartbeat slows.
Runners up were Bodie, a Bloodhound from Kankakee and Misty of Beaumont, an Italian Greyhound from Milwaukee.

WikiLeaks

2010-12-04T12:31:00.000-08:00

Is WikiLeaks two words? I am glad Julian Assange does not see what leaks from me or the cat. Those leaks are truly on a need to know basis.

WTF?

2010-09-08T16:09:00.000-07:00

Who

The Hell

Is this sleepy

Little dude?

Interns

2010-06-18T16:45:00.000-07:00

Been thinking about getting interns but I don't do anything.

My newest headshot

2010-01-30T19:32:00.000-08:00

Late Night Wars

2010-01-23T16:30:00.000-08:00

As a blogger I am contractually bound to weigh in on this subject. Though, in some ways, it feels counter to my mission statement, and my television does not get any stations, not even little ones. But I am familiar with the two shows in debate, excuse me, formerly in debate: they air Thursdays after 30 Rock on NBC. It seems silly what NBC is doing, paying Conan O’Leary $35M to leave the tonight show, because James Leno’s show that is doing so poorly. That’s like knocking the Yankees out of the playoffs because the Met’s are losing. Maybe it is nothing like that if it is it’s crazy. Over the past few months (years?) of this kafuffle the court of public opinion has ruled in favor of O’Leary. When asked about Leno taking back his seat as host of the Tonight Show, Daniel Shore said, “I guess now I can sleep at night.” Get it? Because Leno is boring. That’s why he can sleep.

My Colleague

2009-11-18T17:45:00.000-08:00

Her people where out of town, so Lulu and I had a chance to catch up, make plans, dream big. She is really a remarkable poodle.

Sleepy

2009-09-17T23:34:00.000-07:00

Tired.

Hiccups

2009-08-31T14:03:00.000-07:00

I've got 'em.

2009-08-04T09:55:00.000-07:00

These photos were in my inbox this morning. At first I took them at face value.

A matador

a unicorn (or something)

and a couple of chickens.

But upon closer inspection

I saw an angry pug

a humiliated pug

and two pugs pleading to a human for some sort of explanation.

Maybe I'd like to go to France, not that anyone asked

2009-07-31T07:59:00.000-07:00

It is not that I wouldn't like to post more often but I have ridiculously short fingers, even for a pug, and I type about 60 WPH (words per hour). I am not above accepting help with the job of updating this blog but my most reliable helper, my domestique if you will, was in a place he calls, "par les vous francais," eating a special cheese he calls, "Fromage." He's back now and he starts every sentence with "In France..." He has no idea how tired we all are or hearing about how "this is better in France," "that's better in France." Well, he has an idea now because he is typing this for me.

Here is a French dog or "chien" that my biographer thought I might like. I do. Great looking dog.

Sweet Corn

2009-07-09T13:16:00.000-07:00

This year's corn is as sweet as ever but the niblets are a bit smaller then last year's. I fear some of the farmers are seeing more green than yellow and selling their sweet corn for ethanol.

But still, maybe this sweet corn should have been sold for fuel. Please direct you attention to Kitty's eyes.

RIP

2009-07-01T13:50:00.000-07:00

My neighbor Casper passed away last night. She was a sweet little cat.

Lulu

2009-07-01T07:14:00.000-07:00

A lovely dinner last night with Lulu and some of her handlers. Menu: Salmon, baby greens, mashed potatoes with fresh garlic. Maybe the garlic wasn't such a good idea.

OMG, PWD in the House

2009-06-25T08:46:00.000-07:00

My take on the Obama's choice for a dog: Portuguese water dog. At first I was in favor but I was thinking of Labradoodles. For some reason I get those two breeds mixed. Speaking of mixed, the labradoodle is made from a standard poodle and a labrador. I am a purebred so you might be surprised to find out that I am an advocate of mixed breads. Fewer health problems in general. The problem with the labradoodle is that they are turning a mixed breed into a purebred which will lead to problems down the road.

Pardon my digression. The Portuguese Water Dog, or PWD among fanciers, is an interesting choice and not a bad one for a purebred. They can be taught to herd fish and to retrieve lost fish nets, which should come in handy at the White House. I can confidently say that fish herding and net retrieving are two jobs that rarely get done around the White House.
Though some breeders claim they are a hypoallergenic dog breed there is no scientific evidence to support the claim that hypoallergenic dog breeds exist. However, their non-shedding qualities have made them more popular in recent years. While there may not be any scientific backing, this breed is non-shedding, requires extensive grooming and upkeep as its coat grows as does human hair.

Tres Peros

2009-06-24T13:55:00.000-07:00

Ever since I joined facebook this blog has suffered.

But that's neither here nor there. Do you notice something in common about all three of these dogs? Correct. Non of them is sleeping on a bed. Yet, people (that's what I call the feeder/petter crowd) insist on spending money on beds for us. Which begs the question, "are these beds for us or for them?" Ruminate on that.

Piggy Back

2009-04-16T09:45:00.000-07:00

Or is it piggyback? Somewhere in this sea of sage I am sitting on master luke's shoulder.

Animals

2008-12-09T13:40:00.000-08:00

My favorite animal is the American Bison.

The First Black President

2008-11-06T13:17:00.000-08:00

It least it is a step in the right direction. Maybe next time we'll get a women, then a horse and eventually, someday, I hope, a dog.

Political Corner

2008-09-17T18:21:00.000-07:00

Either way, there will be a black man or a woman in or near the white house. I guess the vice president doesn't live with the president. But there is too much focus on race and sex. Don't get me wrong, I'm into both of those things but what about substance? Should a presidential candidate chose a running mate based on sex and where the person is from? Or should he chose based on qualifications. Sure, both would be swell but if we can only have one I'd prefer the latter. Plus, I'd be afraid that Palin bitch (I'm a bitch too so I know 'em when I see 'em) would shoot me for peeing on her lawn.

Furniture

2008-04-15T10:47:00.001-07:00

I love this so called "cat-furniture."

2008-04-07T16:23:00.000-07:00

Last night I had a dream that I was the official dog for the Obama campaign except Obama was a woman.

OA

2008-04-01T14:56:00.000-07:00

My name is Sister Baby Jesus and I eat too much. I don't care though. Is it a problem if you don't care? Perhaps one could make the argument that not caring is a problem, but that is not what I mean. I mean I love food and I don't care who knows it. I, to use the cliche, live to eat and not the other way around. The only time I am not interested in food is when my person leaves without any explanation. For all I know he could be dead or worse. Then, as suddenly as he left, he's back and so is my apatite.

2007-12-17T14:07:00.000-08:00

Is it just me, or did the 2008 election cycle start really early?

Truckin'

2007-10-15T14:21:00.001-07:00

Ah, the open road...

New Season

2007-09-08T19:25:00.001-07:00

Just when you have given me up for dead I rise from the ashes like a Phoenix.
Fall is my favorite time of year in Chicago. It is not fall yet but soon, soon. The most obvious reason is because the heat is over. Having no discernible muzzle, breathing is difficult for me and doubly so when it is hot. I do not much care for fall colors. They tend to be way out of my field of view so I can take them or leave them. I love Halloween because I like the costumes. I have several ideas for this Halloween but I think I'll keep them to myself for now. Let me just assure you whatever I choose it will be quite topical.

2007-07-25T17:21:00.001-07:00

This chin rest is actually not as comfortable as you would think considering how much it cost.

2007-06-25T08:16:00.001-07:00

This is what happens when you let your muse use the camera.

My muse

2007-06-24T19:42:00.000-07:00

hisses at me from time to time but she has gotten me back behind the camera and that's what's important.

Father's Day

2007-06-17T09:24:00.000-07:00

never meant a thing to me. It's a Hallmark Holiday and furthermore it's a Hallmark holiday for puppies who knew their dads. The number of deadbeat dogs in the world, I think, is grossly under-reported.

2007-05-24T19:33:00.000-07:00

Dog Breeders Issue Massive Recall Of '07 Pugs

2007-05-19T13:07:00.000-07:00

Some news of interest.

Summertime

2007-05-15T07:11:00.000-07:00

and the breathing's not so easy. I know it's not technically summertime until the solstice. In the northern hemisphere, the longest day of the year (near June 22) when the Sun is farthest north. In the southern hemisphere, winter and summer solstices are exchanged. The summer solstice marks the first day of the season of summer. The declination of the Sun on the (northern) summer solstice is known as the tropic of cancer (23° 27'). But the flowers are pretty.

2007-04-24T16:24:00.001-07:00

I am seriously considering starting a Pugcast.

Thunder

2007-04-22T09:35:00.000-07:00

In order to get back into the blogging swing of things I thought I’d just write a few thoughts, maybe a bit about the weather, and stuff like that. Today is warm but thundershowers are predicted later this week. I hate thunder. Unlike other dogs, I am not afraid of thunder; I just hate it. I would kill it if I could. When I hear it I puff myself up, stamp my paws, and bark at it. The thunder eventually stops.

Clarification

2007-03-21T08:00:00.000-07:00

Under the pretext of “helping me to be a better blogger,” my ghost rider convinced me that we should switch to “New Blogger.” Now, blogging to me never was about ego, but look to the right – do you see my name or picture? My personal profile? No. All I am saying is it is a bit misleading. For the record this is my blog – Sister Baby Jesus. These are my ideas, my opinions and yes in most cases, my photographs. Thank you for your time.

2007-03-02T17:24:00.000-08:00

The Crickets and the rust-beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sagethicket. Vamanos, amigos, he whispered, and threw the busted leather flintscraw over the loose weave of the saddlecock. And they rode on in the friscalading dusklight.

2007-03-02T11:21:00.000-08:00

Sometimes all I want to do is sleep and eat. You know what I mean? I have a fondness for stinky cheeses. There is a delicious Dutch cheese hiding in the fridge right now. Other foods I like include meat, most things in the carbohydrate group and some vegetables. Generally most foods within reach I find quite agreeable.

2007-02-18T10:16:00.000-08:00

I have neglected my one public resolution - to post more often. I did quit smoking though, but who cares, right?

New Years Resolution

2007-01-16T21:12:00.000-08:00

update blog more regularly.

The 07

2007-01-10T08:20:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year. Here I am wondering the alleys of Chicago. I am writing this from an Internet cafe frequented by what my friend Greg calls, "Gutter punks."
I just wrote "2005" on a check. I am not even used to 2006 and it's already 2007.

2006-12-08T17:54:00.000-08:00

Sniff.

This is what I woke up to

2006-10-31T15:55:00.000-08:00

You ever have one of those mornings? I have. And they tell me tonight is Halloween. Should I rally?

2006-10-14T22:12:00.000-07:00

I'm back

2006-09-17T20:41:00.000-07:00

If you were starting to worry your worries were almost justified. I was really quite sick for a while. What started as a mild case of gingivitis evolved into a systemic infection. At the low point, I could barely wag my tale. At the same low point the people charged with my wellbeing were discussing the possibilities, I should say likely-hood, that I may not recover. That’s how bad it was. You will be happy to read that I am back to my old self, minus a few teeth.
Some dogs who did not survive the summer: Taffy, Gypsy and Confetti.

2006-06-14T12:00:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of me posing for a New Catalogue fashion shoot. I'm a very good looking dog, if I would like to say so myself [and my years of wild promiscuous behaviors are there to prove it].

2006-06-14T11:58:00.000-07:00

Here is me being a good dishwasher.

2006-06-14T11:57:00.000-07:00

I love reading English Literature, but it's too hard to stay awake.

2006-06-01T20:20:00.000-07:00

I like to listen to this song when I'm feeling melancholy.

Getting my Day On

2006-06-01T14:04:00.000-07:00

2006-05-25T16:47:00.000-07:00

Any one who thinks dogs don’t masturbate hasn’t met Gus.

Photo Shoot

2006-05-24T09:20:00.000-07:00

Here I am at the Indiana Dunes panting in the hot sun.

Wisconsin

2006-05-23T05:57:00.000-07:00

Last weekend I went to the North Woods in Wisconsin. I stayed home while the rest of the group went to town. When they came back there was a piece of fried fish on the bumper of the car. This is a photo of me enjoying that fish.

My First Salmon of the Season

2006-04-17T15:50:00.000-07:00

The boys hook me up to that green webbing you see in the photo, it’s about 1 to 2 miles long depending how far from shore the fish are. Then I jump off the sea wall (or Great Lake wall in this case) and swim out with my goggles on. The rest is a waiting game. Eventually, a school of fish swim under and down I go. I do not always get one on the first try (being a pug, I cannot hold my breath as long as some of your long nosed dogs; beagles, standard poodles, etc.) but if there are fish to be had I will usually get one. Once I get one, I ring a tiny copper bell and one of the boys pulls me in.

2006-04-09T09:47:00.000-07:00

I was looking through some old emails and found this one. It is from an art show at Bodybuilder & Sportsman Gallery last fall. People thought it was funny when I growled at the obviously fake dogs in the show. I kept doing because I knew everyone really got a kick out of it.
Art by Melissa Pokorny

2006-04-08T22:14:00.000-07:00

Living in the Midwest is not that different from living in the East, weather-wise. Just when you think spring has sprung we have a cold blustery day. But tomorrow is supposed to be near 60˚ and sunny. I can’t complain about that. We are going for a ride in Luke’s new car. Yes, you read right. Luke bought a car that is roomier than the previous one. I am not sure what the car is called but its initials are BMW. This car lacks some of the comforting smells that drew us to the old car originally but we can work on it.

He Did this on His Own

2006-03-12T09:02:00.000-08:00

Yet another advantage to having a big neck.

2006-03-04T08:26:00.000-08:00

Poor kid. He's just a baby and he's got more wrinkles than I.

2006-02-28T10:20:00.000-08:00

Rap

2006-02-16T11:14:00.000-08:00

I was listening to Run DMC and thinking about how much rap has changed since the 80’s. The verse that caught me ear was:

Dinner, you ate it, there is none left
It was salty, with butter and it was def
You proceeded to eat it cause you was in the mood
But holmes you did not read it was a can of dog food!
You be illin'

I suppose eating a can of dog food can be a bad thing if you are a person. A can of DF would be a treat for a gal like me.

Call me old fashioned, “old school” if you will, but I prefer 80’s rap. I cannot relate to the likes of Kanye West, Common, or 50 Cent. And, no, I wouldn’t know Li’l Bow Wow if I heard him.

What?

2006-01-30T14:54:00.000-08:00

Do you see something? Look close. There is an animal in my bed. It is small but nevertheless it is an animal and it is in my bed. What if you were preparing for a “lie down” (as they say in Britain) and there was a small animal in your bed? Say maybe a rat or a mouse? Or a large bug?

It's Alive

2006-01-25T16:30:00.000-08:00

There is another studio mate at the Chicago studio. It is the small black object next to the small model of a horse.

Early Morning

2006-01-21T16:16:00.000-08:00

Woke up at 4:00 am with an urge that I could no longer ignore. I had to wake up my strange bedfellow. First I tried just looking at him. Then I tried occasional huffing sounds. Then I tried walking around the bed. Then I tried combining all of the above, huffing, walking and staring at the forty year old man in my bed. Then I stood on him and breathed in his face. He tried to ignore me but I proved too persistent for El Señor Estrange de la Cama. I made that up. It ‘s supposed to say, “The Strange Bedfellow,” in Spanish. He left the bed for what seemed like a short eternity then returned, fully dressed, with a leash in his hand. We left the building through the backdoor and I defecated and urinated in the snow. I hate walking in icy snow. I prefer fresh powder. Even I realize what a pathetic sight I am after a few steps in bad snow. I try so hard to walk without letting my paws hit the ground. It does not work. Whenever I lift one paw another automatically hits the snow.

spring

2006-01-02T12:04:00.000-08:00

The holidays have been so hectic. That’s how come I haven’t written in so long. I have been busy sleeping to save up me energy for the upcoming spring which I don’t know why it is called spring seeing as how it is always the colder of the two halves of the year, not counting the third half that we call summer. Perhaps that is one of the downfalls of living by the academic calendar. Spring, academically, is colder than spring that is signaled by the blooming of flowers and the melting of snow. Another lovely thing about spring besides the lovely singing of birds that I love is that when I take a pee it is not temporarily immortalized in the snow.

2005-12-10T12:47:00.000-08:00

Every Christmas we watch Elf as many times as possible. I have seen it so many times I can watch it with my eyes closed, which is what I am doing in this picture.

2005-12-02T10:32:00.000-08:00

I feel redivivus compared to yesterday when I was channeling Dickens. We all have our good days and bad days, especially in the winter.

thoughts on winter

2005-12-01T14:18:00.000-08:00

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way . . .
That's all I have so far.

2005-11-27T19:45:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I feel old and then something like this happens; someone takes a picture of me looking like an old lady. Looking like a certain little Jedi master I was trying.

Virtually Free

2005-11-19T16:28:00.000-08:00

I just spent the last hour photoshoping this pic. My goal was to get rid of that binding leash. Not bad?

2005-11-14T19:50:00.000-08:00

This was a strange an unfortunate piece of serendipity or synchronicity or something. I am not sure of the word but I know there is a word; I doubt whether serendipity or synchronicity is the right word. What I am looking for is a word that describes a situation where events occur in such a way that they yield an unlikely result. All I did was pee on the floor. The result was a ruined copy of Big Ten Co-eds, Preppy Girls and the Lost Cheerleaders. You might say the book should not have been on the floor. I would agree - if the book were on the floor but it was not. The book was not even in the same room. My pee dripped through the porous floor of our studio into the Gallery that represents my (I hate the word “Owner”) housemate and his “friend” (I never get tired of that joke). The pee landed on an open copy of the book. The gallery is mostly floor. The ratio of book to floor, represented thus: book:floor, is 1:208. I made that up but my point is the same – the odds were in favor of my pee hitting the floor and against hitting the book. Luke suggested I buy a lottery ticket.

I love soup

2005-11-08T21:28:00.000-08:00

Perchance to Dream

2005-11-06T08:10:00.000-08:00

It is Sunday morning. I already got up, ate, went to the bathroom and went back to bed. Luke just made me get out of bed and then now we are sitting at computers, I, writing this, Luke reading about Nascar. What is the point of it all?

Dinner Time

2005-11-03T15:32:00.000-08:00

Glencoe

2005-10-31T18:05:00.000-08:00

Yesterday the boys and I went to the Northshore. This dog, whose name slips my mind, could not keep his nose off of me. But I was like, whatever turns you on my man. Okay, I liked it. So what.

Deceitful

2005-10-23T13:06:00.000-07:00

I am such a dog. Yesterday I took a crap and a pee in Emily’s studio (so Luke wouldn’t see it) then right afterward Luke took me outside to do what I had just done inside. For a second I did not know what to do. But then I new I had to lie to him. I pretended to pee by squatting in my usual pee position, held the position for a few moments, and then walked away. And Luke was none the wiser.

Dog Miles

2005-10-17T20:29:00.000-07:00

For every step Luke takes I take twelve (that’s a guess, I am not much for math). Today we walked a few miles. I think that there should be a distinction between “dog miles” and “people miles.” Every one people mile should count as seven dog miles.

Paw

2005-10-07T07:39:00.000-07:00

Have you ever looked at your paw? I mean really looked at it?

Self Portrait

2005-10-06T13:00:00.000-07:00

In case you wonder how I take the pictures of myself when the boys aren't around...

Early Night

2005-10-01T18:14:00.000-07:00

Its not even 9:00 PM and I am already so partied out.

Halcyon (word of the day) Days

2005-09-27T09:52:00.000-07:00

Here's one from last summer.

Luke's Paw

2005-09-26T12:15:00.000-07:00

Luke goes, "Look, Sister's hand is on my paw," and I was like, "Oh my God do realize what you just said? You said my 'hand' was on your 'paw.' I seriously could not stop laughing.

Craft Fair

2005-09-24T18:05:00.000-07:00

So, I went to this “fair” and there were so many dogs. I was ready to get all up in the sh*t with some of these bitches and dogs – some of them were three, four times my size. I didn’t care – I was all RUFF, RUFF, RUFF!!! and pulling on my leash. Then, on the way back to the Toyota, while walking under the train overpass, I backed out of my collar and ran into the road. Luke and Jennifer over-reacted if you ask me (Luke almost pulled a hammy) - they were running around in circles while I was trying to hide under a moving station wagon. I hate trains.

2005-09-20T13:41:00.000-07:00

Whoever said, “It’s a dog’s life” was right.

Another Beautiful Sunday

2005-09-18T16:45:00.000-07:00

I spent the whole day in the suburbs with Sandy. We did the usual, sniffed, ate, got pet, ran around and relaxed. I thought we were going to the forest preserve but that didn’t happen.

Diet

2005-09-17T09:24:00.000-07:00

This is me at my target weight.

Gazundhite!

2005-09-17T09:17:00.000-07:00

This is me mid-sneeze circa 2004.

I like the city but I like the country too

2005-09-14T12:28:00.000-07:00

Last night I went back to Champaign – is this becoming a pattern? Yes. After a few days down here I crave the city: better food, entertainment, etc. Don’t get me wrong, I like Champaign but its just a bit provincial, does that make sense? Champaign is relaxing for a few days but I’m not so sure I could live here full time.

Saturday Morning

2005-09-10T08:23:00.000-07:00

I woke up in such a good mood this morning. First I pranced around the studio wagging my tail and snorting and then Luke took me out behind the building to relieve myself, which I will not elaborate on except to say, mission accomplished. Then we went upstairs and I got back in bed for a couple more hours of sleep. I think I'll spend the day going from the blue bed by the door to the old white bed under the desk - with a long, slow stretch in between.

Gallery Season

2005-09-09T20:34:00.000-07:00

Last night I went to the gallery previews in the West Loop. I was a hit. I'm serious; people would stop what ever they were doing to pet me. I had a great time.

Dream Diary

2005-09-08T16:07:00.000-07:00

Oh my God! I woke up with the worst headache this morning. Too many late nights.

You might also like to hear about the crazy dream I had. I was in Chicago but it was also Champaign you know? It’s hard to explain. Luke was there and everyone I know was there, even people who haven’t met eachother, like people from back in Pennsylvania you know? And everyone was getting along. And we were at a park or someplace with a lot of grass and I was running but I wasn’t getting anywhere, you know what I mean? Is this making sense? Anyway it was weird.

Waiting

2005-09-06T21:02:00.000-07:00

memonkey
Originally uploaded by sisterbabyjesus.

Luke and Jennifer went out to dinner tonight. Don't think for a minute that I am fooled by the sock monkey. I am home alone.

September 6th

2005-09-06T14:02:00.000-07:00

Today is Luke’s birthday. I wonder what he’ll get me?

Yesterday I smelled Heaven...

2005-09-04T22:13:00.000-07:00

today I smelled Luke's shoe, which wasn't too bad either.

Today I Smelled Heaven

2005-09-03T17:09:00.000-07:00

You may not know this (and why would you?), but I was raised in Pennsylvania among the coal dust, or as my father used to say, "In the rain shadow of the Appalachians. I traveled some, for shows mostly, but I have not had much opportunity to explore the natural world. About seven to ten years ago I was picked up by two guys and taken to my current home in Chicago. They would say it was only a year and a half ago but these guys have a funny way of counting years; by their count I am less that six years old! Luke, one of the guys who brought me to Chicago, and I do some outdoor exploring from time to time and I really enjoy it. Which brings my to today:
Luke and his “friend” were going out on a photo shoot and I decided to tag along. There were two women with them but that’s not important to my narrative. We went out to a place with trees and grass and flies and toads – you get the picture. While they were busy with the shoot I was busy with my nose in the grass. It was wonderful as you might imagine. Suddenly I was overtaken (that word does not do justice to the sensation) by a smell so intoxicating that for a moment I thought I was dreaming. Still thinking I was dreaming, but reasoning that I may as well enjoy this whether it is real or not, I proceeded in the direction of the smell. At what point I decided I was awake, I cannot tell, but I assure you that what happened next was real and true. The smell led me to some gray fur, some bones and meat. Oh yea, there were also lots of flies. I dug in with gay abandon – first with my nose, then my front feet, and then my mouth. I was in heaven until Luke’s “friend” picked me up and knocked the bit of fur that I was enjoying out of my mouth.

Today

2005-09-03T08:22:00.000-07:00

This morning I peed on the carpet and then the person ripped out the carpet. I suppose he wants to move it so I can pee in a room with better lighting.