Tuesday, April 12, 2005
today was a nice day.
Today was a nice day. My boyfriend came over in the afternoon when Mary got home from school. Did you just notice how I made links to their websites right there? Pretty impressive, considering I am a dog.
Anyway, first we had some tummy rubs, and then we went to the cheap laundromat so Mary could leave her laundry. I waited outside and was patient. Then we went to the photo store so Mary could leave her film. I waited outside and was patient. Then Bryan and Mary decided they wanted to eat italian ice, so we walked over to Uncle Louie G's on Fifth Ave. Bryan got the peanut butter cup ice and Mary got the cappucino ice. I did not get any ice, because I am a dog.
I was, however, offered a dish of water.
Then we walked around Fifth Avenue and looked at shops and restaurants and people and we sniffed the ground and wrapped the leash around people's legs. I did those last two, I'm the dog. Mary went into a shop and the owner indicated that dogs were welcome so I got to go inside too. Bryan and Mary looked at things in the shop and they seemed excited by them but I couldn't see everything because the shelves were over my head because I am a dog.
Next Bryan wanted to eat something more like a meal than an italian ice, so he went into the Bageltique and I waited outside and was not patient. I was anxious! I couldn't see where he had gone! He was in there for a long time! You know, one human year is seven years for a dog, so your ten-minute wait in the bagel line is, like, an eternity for me, because I am a dog.
Finally the people understood the psychic messages I had been sending since we left, and we headed over to the park. YAY PARK! YAY! LET'S PEE! Bryan and Mary made me stay with them instead of sauntering over to the nice lady with the tasty-smelling ankles. Damn them. And Bryan wouldn't share his sandwich, so I was totally going to break up with him, but then I forgot about that. YAY PARK! STICK! LET'S FETCH! I fetched and fetched. I demolished those sticks like WHAT. Mary threw this one really awesome stick and I got it really fast and awesomely and then I ATE IT. Take that, people! I don't need your stinking sandwich! I have tasty sticks!
Bryan had his camera so he took lots of pictures of me doing the following things: sitting, standing, walking, running, looking up at a stick, and being adorable. We ran and ran. We frolicked and frolicked. Then Mary took pictures of me running and frolicking with Bryan. Then I was so tired I had to go lie down with some choice items from my stick collection. Mary and Bryan sat on a bench nearby and talked about something that did not interest me, as it did not involve sticks.
I was so tired from all the fun times that I politely asked if we could go home. And so we did. When we got home Bryan gave me some goodbye hugs and tummy rubs and I French-kissed him right in front of Mary because I am sassy like that, and then he left and Mary gave me some kibble and some fresh water and then I passed out. But not before signing on to the internet, of course!
Anyway, first we had some tummy rubs, and then we went to the cheap laundromat so Mary could leave her laundry. I waited outside and was patient. Then we went to the photo store so Mary could leave her film. I waited outside and was patient. Then Bryan and Mary decided they wanted to eat italian ice, so we walked over to Uncle Louie G's on Fifth Ave. Bryan got the peanut butter cup ice and Mary got the cappucino ice. I did not get any ice, because I am a dog.
I was, however, offered a dish of water.
Then we walked around Fifth Avenue and looked at shops and restaurants and people and we sniffed the ground and wrapped the leash around people's legs. I did those last two, I'm the dog. Mary went into a shop and the owner indicated that dogs were welcome so I got to go inside too. Bryan and Mary looked at things in the shop and they seemed excited by them but I couldn't see everything because the shelves were over my head because I am a dog.
Next Bryan wanted to eat something more like a meal than an italian ice, so he went into the Bageltique and I waited outside and was not patient. I was anxious! I couldn't see where he had gone! He was in there for a long time! You know, one human year is seven years for a dog, so your ten-minute wait in the bagel line is, like, an eternity for me, because I am a dog.
Finally the people understood the psychic messages I had been sending since we left, and we headed over to the park. YAY PARK! YAY! LET'S PEE! Bryan and Mary made me stay with them instead of sauntering over to the nice lady with the tasty-smelling ankles. Damn them. And Bryan wouldn't share his sandwich, so I was totally going to break up with him, but then I forgot about that. YAY PARK! STICK! LET'S FETCH! I fetched and fetched. I demolished those sticks like WHAT. Mary threw this one really awesome stick and I got it really fast and awesomely and then I ATE IT. Take that, people! I don't need your stinking sandwich! I have tasty sticks!
Bryan had his camera so he took lots of pictures of me doing the following things: sitting, standing, walking, running, looking up at a stick, and being adorable. We ran and ran. We frolicked and frolicked. Then Mary took pictures of me running and frolicking with Bryan. Then I was so tired I had to go lie down with some choice items from my stick collection. Mary and Bryan sat on a bench nearby and talked about something that did not interest me, as it did not involve sticks.
I was so tired from all the fun times that I politely asked if we could go home. And so we did. When we got home Bryan gave me some goodbye hugs and tummy rubs and I French-kissed him right in front of Mary because I am sassy like that, and then he left and Mary gave me some kibble and some fresh water and then I passed out. But not before signing on to the internet, of course!
# posted by goose @ 10:40 PM 
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this is my first time looking at your blog, but i think it is cool. And if you ever want your belly rubbed im here for ya.
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