Thursday, December 17, 2009

I can haz napsack?

So I have discovered snow and it wasn't as horrifying as I expected. It actually tastes quite yummy. That wasn't so bad but this afternoon at my new dog park I was shaking so bad. This was only my third day there and I don't think I like all the barking, so maybe that's why I shivered. But I wanted to go, so we came home and Mamma put a jacket on me and we went back out to the other park with no dogs. I felt warm and toasty as I followed smells, but something was not quite right. The jacket is a little big, it was Chino's but she's letting me use it. It was still comfy, it kept me toasty, and wait-
What is this awesome compartment for holding things on my back.? This may be the coolest thing I have encountered, like ever. I plan on filling it with toys, and balls, and yummy goodness treats, and sticks. All the cool sticks I find at the park. I will even carry stuffs for Mamma if she wants, like more dog treats. I haz a napsack.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Trust me, I'm a Jedi.

My negative auntie scoffed at my Ma, and says "pfft. (scoff scoff) What do you buy a dog for christmas!?!" Well miss negative nancy pants, you can buy a dog many wonderful things for Christmas. Dogs like to play with toys of all sorts, interactive and squeaky ones, we love to gnaw on yummy goodness treats and crunch bones, and we like soft stuffed toys to sleep with when its cold. Pffft!
I have been using my jedi mind tricks and look at all these toys that I can't wait to play with! I haven't exactly seen them yet but I know they're there. This is gonna be the best first Christmas ever!

Monday, December 7, 2009

yummy goodness

I have been helping my Mamma bake in the kitchen all morning and I cannot stop drooling because it smells so good. I am currently sitting by the stove because she must have forgotten about my lack of thumbs, I cannot serve myself. In a minute I am going to bark my ass off. What is it that has got me acting like a spoiled poodle, you ask? Check it out:
Homemade yummy goodness treats. mmmmmmm
Ma says they need to "cool" (pfft...). Then I can only have a couple right now and we are going to bring some to my Auntie Pop's new puppy, Tux.
I am not very happy about that because I would rather not share and keep them all for myself. I know the stupid card will say "Wuv, Lucca" too. Hmph, listen up Tux, It wasn't my idea to share.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

How do you fit all that awesomeness into one dog?!?.

Well for starters I'm a boxer dog. At times I am a kitty terrorizer, a bunny rabbit, and a lap dog. Other times I am a woo-woo singer, or a shadow chaser. But if you find yourself admiring my skills at the park and you ask my Ma what kind of dog is it that is made of such awesomeness, she will tell you I am a boxer mix. Usually when she says that to people in the park they then try to guess. The most popular conclusions are boxer/lab, boxer/pitbull, but always boxer/something. My Ma surmised I am boxer/shar-pei/pitbull/ninja cuz I gots a boxer face, shar-pei wrinkley rolls, and I'm short and quite fast and I jump super high like a pit bull terrier/ninja.
My big sister Chino, who I never met but she gave me her toys to play with so she rocks in my book, was a boxer dog and Ma says I do things like her all the time. I gots her isms, and her eyes which is how I made my Mamma fall in love with me. Look, here is hers photograph with our Ma:
Isn't she the cutie-patootiest thing you ever saw? Yeah I think so too.
So, anyway My Mamma got so curious and so she ordered me a doggie DNA identifier kit. She was gonna tell me what I am for Christmas, but she couldn't wait and she told me early. According to the quacks at the BioPet Corporation I am the following:
Irish Setter, Bulldog, Chinese Shar-Pei, Miniature Pinscher, Newfoundland, Schnauzer and Scottish Terrier.
What's that all about, and where's the Boxer part of my DNA, Mr BioPet Corporation? And where do I get my ninja skills?
I think I should be the next designer dog like those poodle oodles that everybody wants these days, you know those expensive mutts? Whatever the results say, when people ask My Ma still tells them I am a boxer mix. Whoopah!

Friday, December 4, 2009

Self Control

Boy, do I gots some.
As I'm supervising my Ma wrap presents I overhear a familiar noise of treat wrappers. Thinking there is a surprise picnic just for me about to begin, I go to check it out and I am delighted to see a beautiful array of yummy-goodness treats and crunch bones!
I jump on the bed, I'm stoked, and I prepare to begin my much deserved feast. Obviously Mamma has noticed how starving I was and I must admit, I was very very well behaved today.
Just then My delight turns to horror as Ma tells me these are not for me but they are "Christmas presents" for all my stupid dog friends. She has even tied little stupid bows around them and I have to give them as gifts to my stupid cousin dogs, and my stupid boyfriend dog. Hmph.

Even though I was fuming with anger and disappointment I decided to behave as I plot my revenge. Ma gave me a treat or two while I stared at her but I was not satisfied so I stole a little stocking stuffer bear. I plan on enjoying the shit out of it. It has no squeaker prize in it but it does sing a dumb reindeer song, and before the night is over I will have killed it. Right now I am simultaneously chewing on the musical bear and my crunch bone. That's right, at the same time!

Thursday, December 3, 2009

testing, testing

Woof runkle roo. I'm Lucca Brazzi. I am a ninja dog and I rule. I love to talk about how much I love chomping on bones and chasing balls, and how much I hate brocolli. If you keep reading my blog I will keep telling stories. The End.