Pooch Update

So hey, Blogger Fam!! Supa's glad to report, that Sassy is on the mend. Her x-rays aren't till this weekend, but she's been taking her meds without much of a hassle, and has been enjoying her stress-free lifestyle of eating, shitting, and lounging in her bed while watching Animal Planet, while Supa goes out and brings home them Doggie Chow dollas.

(pic of Pooch, plotting her next move)

And before ya'll ask, yes, I leave the t.v. on for her, on a channel which I think is most suitable to her mental health and enjoyment. I don't leave it on CNN or Tyra anymore. Upsets her mood, I've noticed. Starts humping her toy more than usual. Stress, I guess...

So yeah, my stress levels have been kinda high, trying to keep her from jumping off furniture, carrying her to and fro, and making sure she doesn't go chasing those stray cats down the street when she goes outside to take a shit. She's got some kind of wack-ass turf war going on with these alley cats that hang out in our back yard. And I'm saying - I try to school her, tell her real calm-like that those cats'll smooth fuck her up; they 'aint the type to be messed with. I mean, they're like twice her size, and I've seen 'em in action, they kinda gully. But I keep forgetting, even though Sassy's all diva-fied & pampered nowadays, underneath it all, she's still from the streets. You can't take it out of 'em. ('aint that right, Alexa??)

(The Pooch, demanding a tummy rub)

So meanwhile, Supa's been trying to quell the intra-species beef going down around her pad. 'Cause you know, stop the violence, we all from the same gang, peace on the streets, and all that jazz....




I know, I know.

Sassy be punkin' me, big time. But just look into those eyes and try to stay hardcore. Feel me??

Signing off,

Supa
"Sassy's Bitch"