Monday, May 29, 2006

Mama don't let your puppies grow up to be cowboys




(oh yeah...and I got this hat while I was there...Representing da SouthWest!)

Mama don't let your puppies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Put your car on cruise and lay back cause this is summertime...


I had a great Memorial weekend! Went to Cape Cod with Dad. Man, I had no desire to go there until I ended up on those waters, and it was cool. We went to Eastham, Wellfeet, and Provincetown, and in Provincetown, man, that place is sooooo....dog centric. Dogs were everywhere. (I bet all those humans felt uncomfortable.) Anyway, we checked out some lighthouses, walked around New England towns, and then chilled out on the beach. Almost caught me some seagulls, yo. New England waters have no waves, though. But that was ok. I saw some abandoned boats, nets, dead fish and a bunch of sea weed. Everywhere I went, people showed me love. I was a big hit with all the (female dogs). Feels like Summertime's coming...

leanin to the side but you can't spead through
Two miles an hour so everybody sees you
there's an air of love and of happiness
and this is the doggie's new defintion of summer madness
summer summer summertime
time to sit back and unwind

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Heaven, I Need a Hug


Heaven, I need a hug
Is there anybody out there willin' to embrace a thug?
Feelin' like a change of heart
And all I really need is a sign or a word from God
So shower down on me, wet me with your love
I need you to take me and lift me up---UUUPPP...

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

The Message


Ah, man. You should see the things I see out of this window during the day. Some crazy stuff, yo. There are the drunks by the Columbus statue, drinking their kidneys into endangered spiecies status. (One day there was a fight that began over whether high gas prices were driving up the cost of cigars). There's the Cuban kid Danny tossing a football with his friend on the sidewalk. He avoids the fast cars darting by, playing bachata (that music sucks, yo). There are the teens hold hands under the bridge...the dog walker with the four big canines...the stupid parking ticket cops...the lost old mad scanning the ground for unused lotty tickets...the Eastern European mom with her two little girls running around the fountain...the pigeons eating rice from the Chinese place across the street...the trucks unloading cheap furniture...the church workers getting ready to save souls...Dad getting out of his car after a long day...

Don't
push
me
cause
I'm
close
to
the edge

I'm
trying
not to
loose
my
head

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Got a Right to Be Wrong


Dad recently got mad at me, and I'm here to say, yeah, 'what of it?' I'm a puppy and I make mistakes. It went down like this: a friend was over the place the other day, relaxing and just hanging out. Well, homie much of have been feeling our love. Eventually, she takes off her flip flops and just throws them down on the floor. (I can tell you know where this is going.) When she's not looking, I grab one of them. With my teeth. I torn into those leather suckas, because, well, I'm a puppy. I like her. I really do. But those shoes were so tempting. Dad notices that I'm quiet and he just calls my name, sees one of her shoes missing, and starts yelling. His lady acted like it was no big deal but I'm sure she was upset. Poor thing. But I'm a puppy. Puppies have a right to be wrong sometimes. I'm learning, you know what I'm saying. So, I don't know why he started tripping. I'll learn one day, I guess. In the words of Joss Stone:

I've got a right to be wrong
My mistakes will make me strong
I'm stepping out into the great unknown
I'm feeling wings though I've never flown
Got a mind of my own
I'm flesh and blood to the bone
I'm not made of stone
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone...

Saturday, May 13, 2006

...in the rain


I wanna go outside in the rain
It may sound crazy
But I wanna go outside (go outside) in the rain...

Actually I don't. I hate the rain, and so does Dad. You see, since we both hate it, we're locked up in this apartment just reading and stuff. I don't mind reading, but I really wanted to take a stroll in downtown Boston this week. I wanted to show those pit bulls how we schipperkes hold it down, you know what I'm saying?

Tomorrow is Mother's Day and I have to call my Grandmother to give her a shout out. Don't forget yours. My biological mom was named Queeny. She was one tough Schip, yo. She lives in Eastern New Mexico. Nothing there but desert. At least it doesn't rain. I hate the rain. Happy Mother's Day, mom and Grandma!

And who thinkin elemantary
Haaay I see the penitentiary
one day, Runnin from the po-lice that's righ'
Momma catch me put a whuppin to ma back side

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

All Eyez On Me


Dad has been working a lot lately, and it's been raining too much outside. A dog is getting bored just hanging out in this apartment all day. But somehow I feel as if I'm being watch. Call me crazy, yet I feel something...a roach, another pit bull, even worse a cat...is staring me down while I'm chewing on some raw hide or just getting into some furniture. And I can't even see them. It's freaking me out, bee. I hope this rains lets up because I want to head to the park and talk to the (female dogs). By way, I saw this doc last night on PBS about the U.S. Japanese internment camps during WW II. That's some ridiculous stuff, yo. If anyone tries to put me in some camp because they're at war with Schipperkes, it's on. I'd like to see you try to jail me. You're really on that dope.

The feds is watchin’, doggies plottin’ to get me
Will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities
Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blazed it

Thursday, May 04, 2006

I'd be in trouble if you left me now


Yo. I've been away from my lady too long. You see, I started seeing this (female dog) here when I was a pup back in the Q City. She was a tough Beagle named Bailey. She was hot, yo. One time, she threw me in this pond because I didn't want to play. Another time, she tried to hump me. That's right. She tried to hump me! I miss Ms. Thang, here. Her parents were straight up country-asses. You know, the Indiana types, but they were cool. (Think whiteman chili). Anyway, just wanted to give out a shout out to my old girlfriend. I'm all about that inter-breed love. Miss you...

Lil' momma been down with me for a while
When you tryin to smile I'm the one you like to dial
But lately I've been on a mission for commission
So while you at home wishin you was with me I've been missin...