Merry Christmas!

Hope everyone had a MERRY CHRISTMAS!  Just wanted to share a sweet pic of my boys with our wimpy tree.  Maybe next year we will upgrade to real tree peeps.  (I bet the Genny would have a field day chomping on the branches!  *Warning to the pooper* pine needles don't sound very friendly)














And since he was such a good boy this year, Santa brought Genny a swanky new collar!  Such a stud.  

The Coffee Shop

Who is the most popular dog at the Unurban Coffee shop in Santa Monica?  I'll give you one guess...

The Dreaded Dog Cake

It was about 2 years ago when Joe mentioned to me that General's birthday was coming up. So, me being the thoughtful and clever girl I am, called up Three Dogs Bakery and ordered up a special B-day cake for him. Here is a pic of my pushyness and poopy's hesitance.





Joey, slightly hesitant...

So basically, he licked off all the peanut butter frosting (after I practically force fed him) and he seemed not impressed. "Oh well,' I tell myself, 'that's the last $20 I spend on gourmet dog cakes" and call it a night. Well, when we woke the next AM, there was a very scared poopy face looking at me like "HELPPPPPPPPPP!!!" His neck had BLOWN up overnight and was a huge sack of weird dangling skin. "EMMM.... apparently he's allergic to dog cakes?" I thought Joey was gonna kill me. We rushed him to the vet, crossing our fingers he wouldn't get any worse. It already was VERY scary looking and definitely along the lines of suffocating the poor pooch.

Now as I reminisce on this experience, I would like to take this opportunity to say WTF three dog bakery?!!? You should really warn peeps!

WARNING : Three Dog Bakery cakes are cute, but may cause your dog to blow up!

Happy Birthday!

This week we celebrated General's 3rd birthday! (well guestimated 3rd) Heres a pic of the dreaded Dog cake. Story to follow...

So Lucky

Im a very lucky girl. When I get home every night (well on the good nights) I am greeted with a force of poopy love like you couldn't believe. The Genny is the best. He attacks me all the way around the tiny apartment for a solid 2 minutes with kisses and pokes. A few jumps, which I should tell him NO, but I like them. An impressive, coffee-table-clearing tail wag, accompanied with some a great butt shimmies. Sometimes he'll even throw in a tap dance, it's the greatest. BTW, Joe says dogs have no sense of time? I think he's right. Genny will even bust out the whole routine if I just went to the car to get something real quick, lol. In any case, those little eye balls are the best thing to see when I open my door.

*note to the readers* if you ever come in contact with the Genny - watch your toes if you are in sandals (the tap dancing hasn't been perfected 100%) and if you lower to his level - you WILL get a kiss on the lips.

here's a high 5 with a beso - taken by the imac a minute ago...

Poopy Walks

It was my turn to walk the poopy today. He gets like a million walks, at least 4-5 walks daily. And trust me, he definitely needs them. My Joey drives on his lunch hour everyday to get the man. He takes him around the block to do his business, then drives right back to work. He's such a trooper! I volunteer only one day a week. (I know, selfish. But I'm trying to make some dolla dolla bills y'all!) So, yesterday it poured rain all day, which makes Joe's drive at lunch pretty terrible. I volunteered to walk him today, so he wouldn't have to fight the rain traffic again. However, with my terrific luck, it was gorgeous and sunny outside. Genny and I are always pretty lucky. We trot around the block in perfect chilly sunshine, a great break to my day.

Here is an older pic from a Santa Monica Pier walk... If you've never seen this view before, you should get your booty back there!

First!

Hello and welcome to my brand spankin' new blog! This is a site dedicated to a HUGE love affair with a sexy 100 pound beast named The General.