I finally got my Header on my blog. That's me at the computer. Later, Dude.

Okay, so I faked that I was writing that last post a week ago. Let me tell you what really happened. I was taken to the kennel. I've never been so disappointed in my life. What did I do to deserve this. So I peed on the carpet a few times. We all have our weaknesses. The family picked me up this morning and let me tell you, I have never been more happy to see my peeps. I just couldn't eat while I was in there, you know with the stress and all. Sure, I lost a few pounds and now I'm a slimmer, sleaker Dude, but I could think of a better way.
I'm so glad to be back that I'm keeping a low profile. I don't want to go back to that place. I can't believe they double-crossed me like that. I was so trusting. Bark at ya later Dude

I'm so excited!! The trailer is parked out front, that can only mean one thing-we're going camping! Yeah, Yeah,Yeah. I love to go camping. I'm not crazy about the ride to get there, but once I'm there look out...Those wide open spaces to roam around in. The unlimited walks. The great nature scents. I can smell it now..aaahhh fresh dung biscuits. Nothin' like it. I'll let you know how it goes.

LATER THAT EVENING...

Lately I've been obsessing about cleaning my forepaws. I just can't get enough. I can go on for hours, it just brings me such pleasure. Don't tell anyone. I lick the ratty recliner and I'm really liking the taste of it. It's supposed to be leather, but I think my peeps got ripped off. I think it's imitation leather. It's losing it's color-don't look at me. Pew what's that smell-don't look at me. Lately, no, it wasn't me. Stop looking at me like that. Now I'm just insulted, I can't go on.-Dude

DUDE'S FIRST COMMENT

Hi, my name's Dude,
This is my first post on this dogspot. Oops did I say dogspot? I meant blogspot.
I live with a family who rescued me from the pound. I actually had it pretty good there. I had the run of the place. All the other critters were in cages but not me. Nooo, I was a free roaming Dude. I was my own man. (Well, I used to be a man, then they had to get me fixed..I wasn't even broken! I don't get it.) Then this family came in looking for a dog I ran right up to them and acted all cute and charming and they took me home.
I planted my butt right on their couch as soon as I got in the house. I had to establish who was boss right ? You know, territory and all of that. It was sooo easy to shmooz these people. They never had a dog before, and you know me with all my natural charm. Not to mention good looks. Piece of cake. Did someone say cake? I'm getting hungry talk to you later-DUDE