Duane Reade is Mean, and Can A Cat be a Friend?

Last night, Cami took me to buy a coke and go potty. It was sort of a nice night and I really wanted to go outside so I was really excited. I know almost everyone in the neighborhood now, and Duane Reade is almost as much fun as the Package store. This time was not fun. The manager yelled at us and told us no dogs allowed. I don’t know why, they used to always let me in and Cami says there was no sign on the door. Totally not cool, if I’m not allowed in, DECLARE IT at the entrance! Sometimes people aren’t very logical… or nice.

This picture is from my trip to the dog park. I do not like the dogpark, it smells funny and some of the dogs play to rough and are way to big. they don’t appreceate me, and my moms won’t pick me up… they think I’ll learn to like it, but I won’t. 

One of my favorite things about being a little dog in NYC is all the visiting I get to do! I ride the train and people want to meet me, I go to Penn Station a lot and MomJ can barely walk down the block with someone stopping us to say hi! In our neighborhood I get to go in everywhere… except I guess the Duane Reade. My neighborhood is filled with Dogs, I’m small, but I’m much faster and stronger than any of them. When I see big dogs, I stand up on my hindlegs so the think I’m big too, plus, I like seeing them at eye level. 

Todays question of the day involves CATS. I learned what a cat is today, and they are deffinatley NOT a type of dog like I thought. MomJ’s Grama thinks she might want to get a cat for her lonely dog Rocky and wondered if that was a good idea. Penelope is my cat. She looks a little like me, we are mixed up colors anywas, and we are the same age, and we both like to chase things, especially balls that are shiny or make noise. When I went to live with my moms, Penelope already lived there, I think it’s sweet they thought ahead and got her for me so I wouldnt be lonely away from my siblings. Sometimes Penelope and I fight, but it’s only when she takes my toys and looses them under the fridge. Sometimes I steal her food but usually, she steals mine. We sleep together though, and she gives me baths, and I definatley think everyone should have a cat, especially a lonely dog like Rocky. I think it’s really important not to get to small a cat though, because Rocky is big and a little rough, maybe Craiglist has a big dog friendly adult cat who needs a home?
What about:
Juliet
RJ
Jack

 

 

Ah! The nasty rat terriers are barking outside my window! I have to show them I’m louder… bye!

 

hello interwebz, it’s me, Z!

hello interwebz, it’s me, Zenzie!

My mommies said it’s about time I get online… most of my attention is devoted to fetch! and I love it, they tell me it’s a tad obsessive. This is for you moms! I’m taking a break and saying hello!

My name since you probably don’t know it yet is Zenzie. It’s a weird name but I didn’t pick it so talk to them. I think it’s after some gay male interior designer- I don’t see the connection!!

I live in NYC and I’m smart enough to not ever need a leash. Well, sometimes I do. Today I ran across two blocks without looking and MomJ got mad at me… but I knew there werent any cars looking, and I’m really fast, and I saw her laughing at me so her mad wasn’t scary at all. Since I’m super tiny, I get to travel all around the city and I always walk, unless it’s raining because I hate getting wet. Some places don’t let dogs in, but I usually go anyways- just inside one of my moms bags, it’s alot of fun… and I have to be really sneaky and quiet which I’m good at when I have to be. 

What else? I have two sisters, Chloe is another pomeranian but she’s blonde and way more fluffy than I am. She’s also kind of really fat and Moms put her on a diet which makes her really cranky, but she’s lost a lot of weight, almost 9 pounds! Penelope is my other sister and she’s da bomb diggity. She’s not a dog I don’t think because she can climb ladders and jump on to the fridgerator but she’s almost as dark as I am and likes to eat my food, so maybe she is. She also likes to sleep, and give me baths and loose my tennis balls under the fridge. 

 

Ok, thats it. I’m really tired, the couch is warm and I think it’s time for bed.