I get a little bummed sometimes

when i don't get many comments on my blog...

this is how i like to lay around....

in my quiet moments at the house, when i have a nice chew toy.

I always knew my ancestry would cause me strife

I mean, I'm 1/2 chinese pug, a lap dog, a toy of the idle rich, specifically bred to look like a freakish lion-like creature...and 1/2 chihuahua, whose lines go back to the Techichi, an ancient dog thought to ward off evil spirits, that franternized with the dogs of spanish invaders during the time of the aztecs. Crap, that is a lot of karmic baggage, I find that meditation really helps.

I don't think it is very cool

for her to go around calling me and Rosa monsters. or monsteras, les petit monstres, monstrosities, monsters.com, monsters inc, fidel-monster, or rosa-monster. It is damaging to our self-esteem.

This is a Picture Of When I First Arrived Here

I always believe that good things will be happening for me, probably in the next 5 minutes or so.

Maybe there are dogs

that don't like getting dressed up in outfits and accessories. I'm not proud, attention is attention.

I can hear the rustling sound of a bag of chips...

from 25 yards, and I will come running. She says something about a Pavlovian response. I say, I just really like chips.