Ain't Nothing But a Gangster Party

Ah, man. You done messed up now. I'm in Harlem, New York City tonight party with these people in the writing program at Columbia University. Dad was the MC of a writers of color event tonight, then all these writers came to Diana's apartment afterwards. A dog had to get hype. Diana put on some Tupac and I had to show these people how I'm down for mine. Wish you could have joined me. I love New York. People give a dog mad respect here.

Now give me 50 feet
If feet is not my destiny
Release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me

I Need Love

The other day Dad took me to the park along the Chelsea shore, right. So we're walking and stuff, and we see this poodle in a distance. Man, she was hot, yo. I tried to run toward her but Dad held me back. I was like, 'hey yo, Dad! Let me go mack on that (female dog). Helped me out.'

Now I can't stop thinking about her. I hope I get to run into her again soon. A dog needs to be down for his, you know what I'm saying?

There I was giggling about the games
That I had played with many hearts, and I’m not saying no names
Then the thought occured, tear drops made my eyes burn
As I said to myself look what you’ve done to her

Rebirth of Slick

Happy Easter! Time to celebrate the Rebirth. And what better way to honor the day by dressing up and sniffing for eggs? I went to the closet and pulled out this Playboy outfit (long story). As you can see, a dog is ready to go. It's the rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll.

Yeah I'm thick like dat
I stack like dat
I'm down like dat
I'm black like dat

Who's the Mack?

Weather is starting to get better, yo. My dad is going to have to start taking me outside more. I have (female dogs) to meet, you know what I'm saying? Have to hit the dog store soon to get me some new gear. I'm thinking about sporting some New Mexico stuff to throw these New England playas off. Can you imagine a dog walking around Boston with an Albuquerque Isotopes hat? Or maybe I should just stay old skool? As long as people start to peep me...that's all that's important.

Who's the Mack?
Is it that doggie in that club,
asking 'Have you ever been in a hot tub?'
I know the game so I watch it unfold
When I see the pup pinned to your earlobe...

Back in the Day

'The Great Gatsby' was published this week back in 1925. My great-grandmother was a big fan of that book. Here she is with her jazzy mom from the late 1920s when jazz was hot. I can see her kicking it with some toy poodle flappers. Anyway, wanted to give F. Scott a shout out while I go through these sucky Chica Lit books.

Back in the day when I was young,
I'm not a kid anymore
but some days I sit wish I was a kid again

I'm from the ghetto homie

It's still cold up here in New England. What's a dog supposed to do? If I had my chance, I'd take a boat and sail off the shore and check out the ocean. I'd be getting back to my roots. You know that schipperkes were raised to go on boats back in the day? That's why pirates loved us. Anyway, if I ever get the opportunity, I'm going to take a boat out to sea. There's a lot of stuff to see out here. I'm going to get behind the wheel and float along the Maine shore, all the way down to Florida. A dog has to see the world...

I'm from the ghetto homie

I was raised on bread and bologna

You can't come around here 'cause ya phony

I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto

So Spring was short lived (at least for now). It got cold again. Dad got focused on his writing so this gave me time to sit around in the warm apartment, thinking: Does Heaven have Schipperkes? If not, I think this needs to change. I mean, don't you think that Schipperkes need a place where we can go to? We're tired of being yelled at, chased by the police, er, the dog pound, and arrested. We need a spot where we can kicked it, a spot where we belong...

Just some thoughts. If Spring doesn't come back, I'll go mad. Winter on the East Coast isn't all that. I miss our adobe home back in the Land of Enchantment. OK. I have to go outside now to do my thang, then I after that, I have to return to this book I'm reading. Chica lit sucks...

If you're not from the town then don't pass through
Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace til the doggies get a piece too
I want G's so you label me a criminal
And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto

Jump Around

Spring is finally here, yo! This New England cold was freezing a dog's you-know-what. This weekend, dad took me to two, count 'em TWO, parks so I could chase stuff and pee around this strange place. We went by the Mystic River on Saturday, then the Chelsea park today. I almost caught a pigeon, a couple of rats and a few children (dad held me back). This week, I plan on hanging outside and catching up on some Literature. You know about this genre "Chica Lit?" I need to read a few books from these writers. (Here's my initial prediction: They ALL suck!) But before I do that, I need to jump around, jump around, jump up, jump up and get down...

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger