Thursday, February 28, 2008

Congrats to Pearl

Congratulations go to my good friend Pearl the Springer Spaniel. Your namesake has his Tennessee b-ball team at #1 (though perhaps short-lived).

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Brush with the Law

I had a frightening experience last weekend - I WAS ARRESTED! No, I wasn't detained, just cited. You see, I taking a nice walk with my Daddy in Lewinsville Park and I was off the leash. I knew I shoulda been on the leash, I saw the sign and all. But it's fun to roam around, sniff, and romp. Well, we were deep in the woods when wouldn't you know, but this mean policeman on foot storms over to us, looks down at me and said "You bad little cockapoo, you can't wander around like that, get back on your leash!" I did what he said, because he was very gruff and looked more vicious than Killer the Dog, my neighbor across the street. Then he wrote me a ticket and said I hadda pay and if he ever caught me again, I'd end up in cockapoo lockup. I was scared; I don't want that to happen again. I've learned my lesson. Daddy said he would pay the ticket for me, but says I have to do extra chores around the house, like pick up my toys and put them back in the toy basket.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Tommy Cloning

If I didn't see it with my own two eyes, I wouldn't have believed it - dog cloning.

I know it's controversial and all, but i think it's a good idea in some cases. Like for instance, I'm a pretty good dog, that's what my family tells me all the time (except for my human mom, who sometimes claims I pee and poop in the house too much, but really she's unfair because I hardly do it at all). And who wouldn't want a little cockapoo just like me. The truth of the matter is that when I was just a pup, I was lightened by two stone so it'll be tough for me to have puppies the old-fashioned way. So now there's a new way. If I get cloned a few times, there'll be a bunch of Tommy's running around. Maybe we can have a couple more Tommys right here in my house and maybe we can have a few Tommys of other people who would like a small furry cockapoo with floppy ears and a short stubby tail.

So whatya think? Please vote on the right.


Friday, February 15, 2008


Sorry, I'm just getting over Hillary's disappointing finish in the VA primary. My dad was right, I was turned away when I tried to vote. Cockapoos have been systematically disenfranchised for this country's entire history. Life sure has some harsh lessons to teach. "A dog's life" they call it. I'm starting to realize why.

But being unable to vote, the least I could expect is my family would support me. My mom and dad both told me they voted for Hillary. But what about my brother? He told me he voted for McCain. I think if all the dogs were allowed to vote and didn't have to depend on unreliable family members to carry out their wishes, Hillary would have won.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Heros or VICTIMS?

Something doesn't quite sniff right about this story. Why didn't those people try to save those innocent dogs? One could make a case of wanton murder. But because they were only dogs, does anyone care?

Dogs Give Up Their Lives to Save Family

Sunday, February 10, 2008

In Support of My Candidate

Dear Mr. Obama,

I am very honored that you took time out of your busy schedule to read and respond to my blog. However, I must respectively inform you that I am a Hillary supporter. As for your comment to my previous post, regarding the fates of Socks and Buddy, I fear you too are slipping into the 'politics of personal destruction'. Until now, I would be the first to admit that you have led an upstanding and respectable campaign. But using the unfortunate demise of Buddy the Lab for your own personal political benefit is no doubt beneath you. Shame on you, Mr. Obama.

But to change the subject, Mr. Obama, how long are you going to duck the issue that hovers over your campaign, the one most important to my readers? When will you fulfill your promise and get your kids that dog?

Tuesday is less than 48 hours away. I implore all you cockapoos and other dogs out there to get out and support Hillary.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

An Urgent Appeal

Dear Friends,
Tuesday is the big day, the day we in Virginia vote in the presidential primaries. Who better to cast your ballot for than the nice lady who wrote this heart-warming book? I refer, of course, to Hillary Clinton. She's in a tight race with Obama, who appears to be a good man, but what do we really know about him? He doesn't appear to be any friend of the dog, I'll say that. He's probably still promising to get his kids that dog, but when? He's just not a man of action. Hillary is for a universal pet health system, so if you get sick with, like, rabies or something, you're sure you'll be taken care of. And Hillary's against global warming and I am too. I have so much fur that I will be very uncomfortable if it gets any warmer. I intend to vote for Hillary on Tuesday and I encourage you to do the same thing.

Monday, February 4, 2008

A Good Walk Spoiled

Mommy and Daddy took me for a nice walk yesterday. We went to the National Mall. Lot's of friendly people, but it wasn't all so great. A few problems 1) it was a little scary, what with some of those little kids and other dogs, 2) they walked too fast and I didn't get to as much sniffing as I would have liked, and 3) they started fighting over whether I could drink from the rain puddles.

You see, we had quite a rain on Friday. I should know, my fur got real wet during my walk. It was such a prodigeous rain that there were many puddles on the mall. We took quite a hike yesterday, and as you might imagine, I got thirsty. And I saw them, those inviting puddles. So I pulled and tugged at my leash, practically choking myself. Daddy wanted to let me take a drink, but mommy protested, took the leash from him and wouldn't let me drink. She said stuff like - the puddles aren't clean and puddles are only for low class, diverse breed dogs. Well I don't know for sure, but I see some pretty fancy, hoity-toity McLean dogs, real snooty non-diverse breed dogs, drinking from puddles. Fact is, I even saw Pippa and Bartley drinking from them and they are high-class dogs (VERY non-diverse breed).

So here's my question for the day. Should I be allowed to drink from rain puddles? Please vote at the right.

Tommy (the cockapoo formerly from Mt. Airy)