Cheyenne's Journal

3:26pm: I'm bored as hell. I layen here all day and yeah I run fron the bedroom to the couch back to the bed room. But seriously, there is NOTHING TO DO HERE... I spend alot of time looking out at the back yard looking for a cat to bark at or maybe one of those rats with fuzzy tails that run into the trees.. When I'm on the bed i look out at the street, sometimes a dog will walk by and i'll wag my tail and whimper, or maybe it will be people yelling. there is a lot of yelling by the people around here. i like to bark at them, and at motorcycles. I HATE MOTORCYCLES.... Mostly those crotch rockets, I spin in circles for those!!!

6:52pm: small dog has been gone a long time. i think it got run over by a car.
the blue bed is by the window now so i can rest and watch over the back yard.
all my hair was falling out all over the place but now its cold again and i miss that hair.

10:56am: woof
small dog is back and has croth rot. HA. Life is good.

10:28am: 4th of July
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been rather busy sleeping. Seems like that little dog took off cause she is no where to be seen so I've been alone again. At first I was pretty damn happy to see her leave, but then realized that I sort of like having her around, even if I get more attention when she is gone.

Today is the 4th of July my least favorite day, if you have a dog like me keep us home in the nice AC with a nice bowl of bil-jac and lotsa water cause those fireworks scare the crap out of me...

check out this link. But I hear that the little dog went to a fireworks show, that dog must be brain damaged.



http://www.pets911.com/emailer/campaign/4thofjuly-flash.html

4:44pm: its friggen hot out...
pant pant pant pant all day, even in the AC I'm panting. Which means no deep sleep naps... its one of those days where you wish you could cut your fur off. so now i'm just going to clean my paws for a couple of hours. A funny note, I was out taking a dump next to my former land lords car, and I was hoping it would get smushy so that bastard would step in it, but alas Patrick Picked it up. Sometimes I worry about that guy.

12:07am: crowded dog bar
well I was looking forward all day to the trip to Sparky's. Sparky's is a bar , a dog bar. Its always a fun place with a few dogs running around. The best part about a dog at a bar is NOT the other dogs, or the constant references to dog jokes, ya know the type, so a dog walks into a bar and orders a drink... blah. SO TIRESOME, but as I was saying the best part is drunk people. They ussally bring in pizza pet you give you a few milkbones etc. But tonight they where having some sort of boat giveaway and it was packed. See I stand at 18 inches high, or 3 and a half feet on my back paws being 'cute' begging for food, so when a bar is crowded all I see is legs. It can be kind of a scarry thing. So I was hangen with Patrick at the bar, getten pets from cute girls and guys, sniffen some butts checken the boy dog dalmation, then the guy just no where to be found. OK I said DO NOT PANIC, its alllllll good. DO NOT TAKE A POOPIE. So I sat down and just got pet for awhile. Then I see the guy walk past looking for me, like some sort of afterthought. He didn't see me and you see a bit of a panic on his face, so I let him sweat a bit. So then I decided to make my way over to him. BAD IDEA. MOUNTIANS of people all wanting to pet me and slobber over me, and those damn cigarette butts, use an ash tray please I HAVE NO SHOES. So then I get to the pool table and NO Patrick. But I see the cool three legged dog, we have some sniffs, and I see the small dog Chloe sucking up to the DOOD. He sees me and I wander over. Anyway, the thing is 99.9% of the time I love that place, but tonight I would have rather stayed home sipping ice cube shavings and relaxing in the AC while checken out the street from the front window.

8:33pm: HOT daze
sometimes the life of a dog isn't so glamourous. like today for example. the little dog they call chloe kept licking my ears, and while it feels good for the first few licks the dog licks so fast its gets to be a bit much. Chloe moved in here a few months ago and seems to be getting all the attention. back in the days when I was an only dog I felt much more secure in my existance. now i have to pony up to those humans for the basic levels of attention. the guy who has been feeding for a few years is ok but always wants to toss that dirty ball to the little dog. why would i want to chase a dirty ball when i could just rest next to the guy and get my head pet... and did I mention how hot its been? I've lost half of my coat and fur is all over the place. I wish the guy would clean it up, does he expect me to clean it up. I ask you, if you where to go to A BARBER would you clean up your own hair? thus is my philosophy in regard to my present hair loss. but the great news is they are giving me this new food called bil-jac, which is the best so far. much better then the iams chunks that have been force feed to me for the past five years. in any regard off to my nap...