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Random Sundays: My Name Is Drake, And I’ve Got A Beef!

Before…

I’ve got a beef with my owner – Joanna!  I was totally rockin’ the long, mangy, just-rolled-out-bed, too-cool-to-care look that I’ve been meticulously working on all winter.  It took me three months to get that not-do-a-thing look to it!  Then what does she do?  She up and takes me to the salon!  The salon!  I’m a cool guy, I don’t go to the salon.  

Wait, it gets worse.

Through a miscommunication with the groomer I came out looking like this:

They shaved me and gave me that long face and puffy tail look.  That’s so not me.  I’m a scrapper, a rogue, a trot to my own drum kind of guy…I’m not a pretty boy.  At least Joanna agreed with that because when we got home she trimmed my face and cut down my tail.  Made me look more of a man!

To add insult to injury, for this morning’s walk she made me put on this stupid looking coat just because it was cold. 

 Come on! I can take it, I’m a tough guy remember?  I don’t need accessories, just the wind in my hair and the sun on my back. *okay, well it was so cold I would’ve frozen my you-know-what off…if I still had them of course…but that’s a rant for another day* So to show her how uncool she made me look, I walked behind them the entire way pouting, trying to shake off the darn thing every two minutes or so.  I didn’t run, pull, jump, or yank on the leash once!  That’ll show her!

I tell ya, it’s tough being a dog.  Sheesh…

And Now A Message From Drake

I got a bath.  I really don’t like them, and I go a little mad afterwards….


Just a few days to enter the

Random Sundays: Good Views

A view of Toronto

Red sky at morning…
Drake with his new dog tag.
She’s so darn proud that she can climb in there!

I Am Drake, So Listen Up Kid

I have small dreams:  a nice long walk every day, getting rubbed on the belly, maybe a squirrel to chase and a bone to chew.  I come close and cuddle in hopes of affection. But, instead.

I get a finger in the eye at least once a day.  Small pudgy hands pulling at my fur, my ears, my tongue.  Kid, keep your fingers out of my nose. And do I really have to be smacked over the head while you squeal in delight?  Isn’t it enough you get all the best food, while they have to put my food and water on the counter so you don’t play with it?  And that tail?  Yeah, it’s attached.  Thanks for checking. Again.

Yes your fingers taste good – sweet potato, chicken, or spaghetti.  And yes I don’t want any stranger near you so I’ll bark bloody murder when they approach. Oh and thanks for throwing your food over the edge, I appreciate it. But I’d just like to ask you not to launch yourself full force on top of my body when you want to hug me.  I love you too.  But I’m a lover, not a fighter.  Don’t squish me. 

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