Tupac Da Dogg and Lois the Hound

I'm a Flirt

2008-09-20T14:10:00.006-04:00

Now The Moral Of The Story Is Cuff Yo Chick
'cause Hey I'm Black, Handsome, I Bark

Plus I'm Rich

And I'm A Flirt...

So Dad had some visitors recently. First someone came in from the Southwest and a dog had to so her some love to make her comfortable. You know how I do it. Then, this posse of ladies invaded 'cuz one of their brother was starting school here. Again, a dog had to show them how I hold it down. You see, this is what I've learned as a dogg: The Ladies love an animal that shows love and gives attention. I try to tell Dad that but, like I said, the fool has no game. He's going to Mexico soon so I hope he learns a thing or two. In the meantime, keep bringing the visitors, yo. They all want to pet my fur. ;)

(Oh yeah...Lois the Hound stayed over this week. Man, she's a handful. More and that later.)

Soon As I See Her Walk Up In The Club (I'm A Flirt)

Winkin Her Eyes At Me, When I Roll Up On Them Dubs (I'm A Flirt)
Sometimes When I'm With My Chick On The Low (I'm A Flirt)
And When She's Wit Her Man Lookin At Me, Damn Right (I'm A Flirt)
So Homie Don't Bring Your Girl To Meet Me 'cause (I'm A Flirt)
And Baby Don't Bring Your Girlfriend To Eat 'cause (I'm A Flirt)
Please Believe It, Unless Your Game Is Tight And U Trust Her
Then Don't Bring Her Around Me 'cause (I'm A Flirt)

Can't Believe It

2008-09-03T16:16:00.003-04:00

I'm a small dogg but I'm all up on Lois the Hound. You know what I'm saying? We chilled up in New Haven recently. I had to get up on this hound to show her how a playa does it, but she kept trying to dominate a Schip. I was like, yeahhhh....

Lois the Hound rules. We need to get away again, girl.

-----
I can put you in the log cabin,
Somewhere in Aspen
Girl ain't nothing to the pain ain't trickin' if you got it what you askin'....for
Put you in the mansion, somewhere in Wiscansin
Like I said ain't nothin to the pain we can change that last name
what happnin'?
Cause you look so good
Tell me why you wanna work here?
I put you on the front page of a king magazine, but you gon get yourself hurt here
Eh, baby I brought you in the back just to have a conversation
Really think you need some ventilation
Lets talk about youuu & meeee

Oh, I can't believe it
ooo ooo she all on me,
on me
man man i think she want me,
want me
Nah I can't leave her lonely, naw

Oh, I can't believe it
ooo ooo she all on me,
on me
man man I think she want me,
want me
Nah I can't leave her lonely, naw

And you don't understand she make the people say yeahhh,
yeahhh,
yeahhh

She hit the main stage she make the people say yeahhh (yeah),
yeahhh (yeah),
yeahhh

I could put you in the condo
All the way up in Toronto
Baby put you in the fur coat, ridin the Murciélago
I put you in the beach house
right on the edge of Costa Rica
Put one of 'em lil flowers in your hair have you looking like a fly mamacita

Fuego

Cuz' you look so good
You make me wanna spend it all on ya
Get up out this club
slide with ya boy
We can do what you wanna

Yeah

baby I brought you in the back cuz you need a lil persuasion,
plus you need a lil ventalation
let's talk about youuu & meeeee

Oh I can't believe it
OO OO she all on me
on me
Man Man I think she want me
want me
Nah I can't leave her lonely, naw

Oh I can't believe it
OO OO she all on me
on me
Man Man I think she want me
want me
Nah I can't leave her lonely, naw...

(I'm Tupac Da Dogg and I approve this message.)

introducing ...

2008-08-07T22:01:00.004-04:00

hello, i'm lois. half hound, half lab. all fab. my idea of a perfect date is a long walk ... straight to peters park, with a side trip to polka dog for some high-end nibbles. gotta treat a girl right. i like peanut butter (see above), sniffing, chasing the cat, sniffing, running in a circle, sniffing, playing with things that go "squeak" and sniffing. dislikes are rain and orange traffic cones. don't go there.

ok, well all this blogging is making my human's opposable thumbs tired. gotta run. time to dominate tupac. ruffs and kisses.

-- lo

Snitch, Please

2008-07-31T16:31:00.004-04:00

So Dad and I were in this park, right? We saw couple of stray dogs just chillin' with this cat. We walked pass, and they were cool. One mixed dawg even came up and sniffed all over me. I was like, 'hey yo, don't be getting all up in business, but you're cool.'

We step, then we hear this old woman down yonder calling Animal Control. Yes. ANIMAL CONTROL! Not the folks that try to find you your missing home, but those dudes who come and scoop us up! I barked back, 'hey yo! Dawgs! Cat! Scram! This woman just ratted you out!' They started to run and Dad tried to stay behind. A few minutes later Animal Control comes by and Dad says, 'Nope. Didn't see any strays here. Just me and me dog.' They then started talking mess about my tags. I was seriously gonna bite someone. :)

You don't really want to mess, with me

Only doggie that I trust, is me

Mess around and make me bust, this heat

That's, the devil, they always want to dance!

Seduction

2008-07-29T19:07:00.006-04:00

I'm tryin' to chill
But she's got me on the spot
She's so cocky
And the way she watchin' me
Got me growing spots, uh
Shorty know that I gotta girl
And I really can't break the tease
Plus dog pound snappin shots
And it's hard for me to shake these fleas
So do I
One: put it on her
Paw my way to the front
Do I
Two: Do my part
And sure don't try to pull no stunts
Or maybe
Three: Chase the cat
Cos' she's sending me on the hunt
Naw
Bump that
I aint no punk
Im gunna give shorty what she want!
...Seduction....

TUPAC DA DOGG IS BACK YO! A dog had to stop writing for a minute since (CENSORED). The world has to understand what a playa a dog is. Me. Tupac Da Dogg. Not Dad. (He has no game).

Take this trip we recently took to New York City. His friend Lisa is leaving to Texas A&M to take a history professor job and we had a party for her, right? So I see my girl Diana (above) and I had to show her some love. Then I see my Tia Cynthia and a dog had to share himself with her, too. They were all seduced by my fur, you know what I'm saying.

Then Lisa wanted some action. What's a playa to do?

Meanwhile, Dad played with his phone. No game, yo. No game.

Dogtender

2008-02-28T11:47:00.005-05:00

(Dad had a birthday yesterday, so when friends came over to give him some gifts, a dog had to slip out, you know what I'm saying?)

Broke up with my girl last night so I went to the pound (so I went to the pound)
Put on a fresh white suit and a Mini-coupe riding round town (riding round town)
I'm just looking for Poodle to talk to and show me some love (show me some love)
If you know what I mean... Yeah... Uh-Huh...
Everybody's jockin' me as soon as I stepped in the spot (I stepped in the spot)
200 (female dogs) and i bet ain't none of them hot (ain't none of them hot)
'Cept for this pretty young thang that was workin' all the way at the top (all the way at the top)
shawty what is your name?

[Hook]
Oooh Collie made us drinks, to drink
We drunk 'em, got drunk
And then I think she thinks I'm coooool
She gave me a growl, I growl back
And then I think that, we hit it off something proper like...

I like the dogtender
(Ooooh if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the park with her
(Whoa Uh-huh, OK)
I like the dogtender
(Yeah if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the park with her
(Oh uh-huh, OK)

Got a brand new collie so I'm feeling all good inside (all good inside)
Feel like I put some brand new salt on a brand new hide (on a brand new hide)
Triple shot of patron on in da water with little bit a lime (with a little bit a lime)
I'm just keeping it real, yeah... (Uh-huh)
Baby still working at the club so I'm getting in free (so I'm getting in free)
Wednesday night I'm on the list Tupac plus 3 (Tupac plus 3)
Everytime I hit the spot baby girl taking care of me (taking care of me)
How do you think I feel?

Ooooh Collie made us drinks, to drink
We drunk 'em, got drunk
And now I know she thinks I'm cool
She gave me a growl, I growled back
And then I think that, we 'gon have fun at my spot tonight...

I like the dogtender
(Ooooh if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the park with her
(Whoa Uh-huh, OK)
I like the dogtender
(Yeah if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the park with her
(Oh uh-huh, OK)

(From Q the male poodle)
Shorty I'm sure you heard that I really never come out (never come out)
Unless I'm doing bone runs and just then crapped out (freeway burnt out)
Got a leash side that's empty wanting it to be your spot (be your spot)
But you on my blanket we can act like the charts gonna end up on top (end up on top)
Don't smoke don't drink that's why I don't be by the pound baby (baby)
Just lookin' at you from a distance looking like a god damn star baby (baby)
So my poodle don't see me Tupac can I get those keys to the car? (those keys to the car?)
'Bout to go and Bang Bang Boogie with my cutie and I'll see you tomar' (see you tomar')

(Tupac Hook)
Ooooh Collie made us drinks, to drink
We drunk 'em, got drunk
And now I know she thinks I'm cool
She gave me a growl, I growled back
And then I think that, we 'gon have fun at my spot tonight...

I like the dogtender
(Ooooh if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the park with her
(Whoa Uh-huh, OK)
I like the dogtender
(Yeah if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the park with her
(Oh uh-huh, OK)

Sensual Seduction (Tupac da Dogg(y) Style)

2008-02-23T14:06:00.005-05:00

I'm gonna take my time..(mmime)
The poodle's gon' get hers before I...(before I)
I'm gonna take it slow... ow... oo... ow,
I'm not gonna rush to stroll, so she can get a...

Sensual seduction-duction so i can get a...
Sensual seduction-duction

so we can get a sensual seduction-duction duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!

Beagle might be with Shepherd, but shes thinking bout Schipperke, Schipperke, keeeee
We don't go to the dog park, we don't go out to eat, eat, eeeeat,
And all that we ever do is play in the sheets, sheets, sheeeeets
Chew us some rawhide, then go back to sleep, sleep, sleeeeeep,

cause we den got ah

Sensual seduction-duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!
Sensual seduction-duction duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!

I'm gonna take my time mmime!
Lhasa Apso gon' get hers before I...
I'm gonna take it slow... ow... oo... ow,
I'm not gonna rush to stroll,

If ya don't know by now, Tupac da Dogg is a freak, freak, freeeeeeak!
I keep a bad (female dog) with me seven days of the week, week, weeeeeek!
And all that we ever do is play the sheets, sheets, sheeeeeets
Chase us some cats, then go back to sleep, sleep, sleeeeeep,

cause we den got ah

Sensual seduction-duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!
Sensual seduction-duction duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!

Tupac da Dogg is back, yo! I've been busy just chilling out (literally) in this New England cold while Dad has e been locking himself in the apartment watching movies and all while waiting for this punk-ass snow to ghost, you know what I'm saying? Meanwhile, a dog has been bored in this "loft." Dad is just kickin' it, but a dog has to get his and go out and meet some pups, you hear? All I've been doing is eating, sleeping and pooping. I'm ready to make that next step. I'm three now and ready to take it to da next level. I'm out!

Spring come on down! A dog is ready to hit the town.

Mushaboom, (Tupac goes Feist)

2007-10-11T16:04:00.000-04:00

Helping the kids out of their coats

But wait the babies haven't been born oh

Unpacking the bags and setting up

And planting lilacs and buttercups oh

But in the meantime we've got it hard

Second floor living without a yard

It may be years until the day

My dreams will match up with my pay

Old city road,

(mushaboom, mushaboom)

knee deep snow

(mushaboom, mushaboom)

Watching the fire as we grow

(mushaboom, mushaboom)

o-o-o-o-old

I got a owner to stick it out

And make a home from a rented house oh

And we'll collect the moments one by one

I guess that's how the future's done oh

How many acres, how much light
Tucked in the city and out of sight

Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap

On a little road barely on the map

Old urban road,

(mushaboom, mushaboom)

knee deep snow

(mushaboom, mushaboom)

Watching the fire as we grow,

(mushaboom, mushaboom)

o-o-o-o-old

(mushaboom, mushaboom)

Old hood road rambling rose

(mushaboom, mushaboom)

Watching the fire as we grow

(mushaboom, mushaboom)

Well I'm Sold...

Same Girl

2007-07-26T14:10:00.000-04:00

Yo Q
What up Tupac
Wanna introduce you to this girl, I think I really love this girl
Yeah
Man she so fine
Straight up dawg
She size about 54 coka cola red bone
Damn
She has a black Coach doggie tag say “Angel” tattoo on her ankle
Plus she’s making pesos
got a crib on Beacon Street
right on Fenway street
And I call her “TT”

Wait a minute hold on dawg.

Do she got a litter?
Yep
Loves some Biscuit Claws?
Yep
Do she got a beauty mark on her left side of her jaw
Man?
Went to Boston Tech
Yep
Barks for CBS
Yep
Man I can’t believe this chick… damn
Tell me whats wrong dawg, what the hell you damnin about?
I'm your homie so just say whats on your mind
Man I didn’t know that you were talking bout her
So man your telling me you know her?
Do I know her?
Like a pastor know his word

We messing with the
same girl same girl

How could the love of my life, and my potential wife be the
Same girl same girl?

Man I can’t believe that we’ve been messing with the
Same girl same girl

Thought she someone that I can trust but she’s been doubling up with us

Q, Pac, man we’ve been messing with the same girl

See I met her at this dogg park in Dorchester
Well I met her at this dogg park in Chelsea
She came right up to me givin me conversation
I said do you got a man she said no, with no hesitation
Well it must be a pup thing cause she said the same to me
had her body all in my face, when I’m laughin and buyin her drinks
She whispered in my ear and said can you take me home
me too
Man she was in the Dor singin that same song
is that true?
And I thought it was true confessions when she said "I love you"
Man I thought her body was calling when she said "I want you"
Look I even got some pictures on my phone
Look there man she is with some boy shorts on

We messing with the
same girl same girl

shes the apple of my eye,
and my potential wife

Same girl same girl

Man I just can’t believe that we’ve been messing round with the
Same damn girl

same girl same girl

Thought she someone that I can trust but she’s been doubling up with both of us

Q, ayy Pac , ayy man we’ve been messing with the same girl

She said she got me on her ringtone
Are you talking about the pink phone?
uh-uh, the blue one
Man she told me that was turned off
Its obvious that shes been playing us playing us
Q, constantly she’s been lyin to us lyin to us
Don’t like the way that she’s been goin bout it goin bout it
Pac what you think that we should do about it do about it
Call her up at her home, she won’t know that Im on the phone
Yeah man that’s a plan
Homie we about to bust this trick
Man just ask her to meet up with you and Im gonna show up too
And she won't know what to do

We'll be standing there singing

same girl same girl
She’s was the apple of my eye,
and your potential wife
Same girl same girl
I can’t believe we’ve been messing with the same girl

Same girl same girl
Shes gonna be lookin so stupid when see us together

Q, Pac, man we’ve been messing with the same girl

See she was taken buses going back and forth
I would pick her up at the T-Port
Man I really can’t believe
Same girl same girl

Hey…. The same girl same girl...

Lost in Emotion

2007-07-15T12:51:00.000-04:00

We have more visitors in this week. Check out my dad's friend Lisa, who is a PhD history grad student at Columbia University. She came into town with her boyfriend Harold, this cool German guy who is still recovering from the World Cup. Anyway, I had to skool Lisa Lisa on dogs in the Civil Rights Movement. It seems that she thought that the only dogs who were involved were the ones that the police used on marchers in Selma. I'm like, naw, girl, there were other dogs that were on the other side. Like looking out for da Klan, doing bark-ins, chasing away Southern cats, you know, everything.

Lisa Lisa liked what I had to say so I had to creep on her to show some Tupac love. You know how I'm down. I'm glad Dad had some visitors. He's been acting all weird. The weirdo. He's messing up my mack. This fools needs to get a hobby or sumptin'.

Lost in emotion
Some girls will promise you a
Marriage made in heaven
But I'm gonna stick to my guns
Like waitin for their love
That I might be gettin
My dreams have just begun
Am I a fool
Because I dont know how you feel
And this new love for you, oh
I cant conceal oh
I'm Lost in emotion
Telling you things
you really shouldn't know
Oh baby, I'm lost in emotion
Am I fool at least my friends think so
Que sera Sera...

I Ain't Mad at Cha

2007-07-14T12:36:00.000-04:00

So check it. Q's mom came and got him so Dad and I were alone for a while. I tried to get Q's mom to leave him here, but naw, homegirl wanted to take him home. Man, Q was one cool dawg, yo. He and I are going to have to hook up again soon and chase some (female dogs). I'm sad. My partner is gone.

Now we was once two doggies of the same kind
Quick to holla at a poodle with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Doggie now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Groomer, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble...

Feeling on your duty, part II

2007-07-04T17:31:00.001-04:00

Happy 4th of July, yo! Are you feeling independent?

Me and Q are going to cold chill it out in the crib tonight while Dad goes out to see fireworks or to the movies or something. But a dog ain't going out there to that madness. These Massachusetts people go crazy over their independence. Just because the American Revolution started out here, they still try to go buckwild with their tea parties today.

A dog has a different agenda. I'm just happy to be able to poop and pee where I see fit and no body don't throw me in no pound for it. I'm also happy that Dad and I make bank so we can chill out in a new apartment and watch some Animal Planet. I'm also glad I ain't no Third World mutt struggling to get his grub on. I gots the good stuff in my bowl.

(not hating...it's just da truth).

If it's your birthday
Then put your hands up
You wanna get drunk
Then put your hands up
And if you got some cash
Then put your hands up
Have your own job
Put your hands up...

Boyz in da hood

2007-07-03T21:27:00.000-04:00

So Dad takes me and Q out after he gets out of work, right? So we're dying to go outside and all 'cause we really need to do our thang, when these twin boyz come up to us and wanna play. Now, I'm all down for playing, but a dog had to go yo!

They were cool. Just some nice Chelsea kids playing in the plaza's fountain. Dad likes to play with kids so he told me to be nice. Plus, we were dealing with hood rats and a dog has to be hardcore around some hood rats. Q even chased them. One of the boy tried to tickle me with a pigeon's feather, and I was like, hey yo, watch where you putting that thing.

Kids were down. Going to second grade and all. Dad gave them a speech about staying in school, staying brown and proud and being nice to their mom. I didn't have the heart to tell him, but these kids were more interested in getting ice cream than taking it to the Man. That Dad...

'cuz the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin that trash, well pull ya card
knowin nutin in life but to be legit'
dont quote me boy cuz I aint said nothin' yet

Pac is chillin. Q is chillin

2007-07-03T08:51:00.001-04:00

So Dad comes home and me and Q are chillin on his bed, you know what I'm saying? We had called these mix breed (female dogs) and we were waiting for them to stop by the crib. We had some Barry White playing in the background and red wine ready to go. But then Dad comes home and messes what our game. 'What the---!?' he yells. And I'm like, 'hey yo Dad, me and Q are just chillin, no worries. Just kicking it.' Didn't want Dad to find out about the game 'cause then he'll get all strict on me. A dog has to roam to get his bone. Me and Q will try again today when ol Dad goes to work.

Pac is chillin, Q is chillin
What more can I say? Top billin
That's what we get, got it good
And since you understood, would you
Do a dance, dance the Two
If, you can dance it's easy to do
This dance is on and on and on
Dance until your breath is gone!

Rock the Boat. Rock the Boat.

2007-07-02T13:45:00.000-04:00

Ooooh baby I love your stroke
Cause you, cause you get me to where I’m going
In a jury you’ll get my vote
Cause I believe, I believe you know just what you doing now
Baby now we can coast, Just don’t get in a hurry
That’s too slow
Go ahead and put that thing in over drive
I want you to(rock the boat)Rock the boat, rock the boat...

Aaliyah sang this sang, and everyone missed the line about voting. This is a political song, not about getting down and dirty. Which brings me to this point. A woman in Washington state has registered her dog to vote. Check the story here.

Hey yo...I want to vote, too. This state could use a schipperke in office, you know what I'm saying? Can you also imagine if this happens in New Mexico? Lobos would run that mug. Texas? Enter the shepherds and chihuahuas. Arizona? Say hello to Governor Coyote.

Stroke it for me, Mmm
'Stroke it baby, Stroke it baby
Mmmm, Work it baby, Work it baby
Oooh Stroke It...

How do you want it? How does it feel?

2007-07-02T08:29:00.000-04:00

Comin up as a doggie in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin up as a doggie in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real...

So check it. I've been always telling Dad to bring me home a poodle so I can spit my game, right? So on Thursday, Dad finally brings home this poodle, and I'm like, hello, time to get my mack on. But I's start to step I notice that...it's a dude! I'm like, hey yo dad, I wanted a poodle (female dog), you know what I'm saying? I can't mack on no dude!

It's all good though. The poodle's name is Q and he is the son of one of Dad's co-worker who went to the Caribbean for a week. Q is just stopping at the crib fo' a bit. Turns out, he's a straight up playa, too. Dad has been taking us outside and we've been talking mess to all those pitbull haters and barking at all those mix breed (female dogs), you know I'm saying? He's teaching me to work a better playa bark, and I'm skooling him on the game...rolling over, cuddling, licking the lick when you need it. It's on now.

Love the way you activate your hips and push your thing out
Got a doggie wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shot you got me fiendin
Body talkin shhh to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, f the fame I'm a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin (female dog), get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me -- champagne, HennesseyA
favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a girl need
Bite some mo' hide, funk, ya don't need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy doggie now tell me how you want it...

How do you want it? How does it feel?

You Must Not Know About Me, You Must Not Know About Me...

2007-04-29T13:53:00.000-04:00

I know...it was only a matter of time before the haters showed themselves here in Boston, but they are coming out in full force. Someone is talking mess about my dad, trying to rat him out about stuff that ain't true. Some other folks act like they are down with the cause, but they ain't. Then, there are some folks who are getting in our way, and some folks losing faith. It's all good, though. We ain't sweating nothing, you know what I'm saying?

If you haters think y'all are going to knock us down you must be smoking some trees 'cause ain't no one will kept us down. Tomorrow is another day, and we'll be going full force so hard you might end up getting your arse bit by a dog. (And if you snitch, you won't be able to prove anything because a dog will bury that piece of arse and no one is going to see anything.)

Que se sabes tu de mi, no me hagas reír
Tu creías que eras imprescindible
pero sin tu amor no voy a morirme, baby

Que se sabes tu de mi, no me hagas reír
Me veras con otro hombre a mi lado
Ya lo ves traidor voy a sustituirte
Voy a olvidar tu amor

This is why I'm Hot

2007-03-18T22:18:00.000-04:00

Sorry for the long time no see, partners. You see, Dad and I have been doing some traveling. We went to New York, New Haven and then Dad took his family to Montreal. A dog's been busy, yo! Anyway...I made my first video appearance when his brother Adam came to town. Check him out with Dylan. Man...these humans know how to hold it down.

Bear Witness

2006-12-19T15:00:00.000-05:00

This is a video of me in New Mexico...the land of my birth. Bear Witness.

I hate you so much right now

2006-12-14T00:13:00.000-05:00

How can I say this? I HATE SNOW. I mean, I really, really hate it. I hate it like I hate crazy-ass cats, like I hate animal control, like I hate leashes, like I hate baths, like I hate vet check ups, like I hate pit bulls. We got a little snow last week, and I hated it. Yeah, yeah. I know it's coming. New England is like that in December, snowing and all. And it will be that way in Jan and Feb. But I hate it, and when it comes down and Dad has to shovel that 'cain looking stuff off his car, he hates it, too. Believe me.

When it snowed in New Mexico, it wasn't all that bad. It didn't stick and we had cool mountains to look it. Not in Boston. Oh no. You ain't got nothing here but grey skies and no driving-ass motorists. (One almost hit me the other day when I was doing my thang...on the sidewalk, yo!) You ain't got nothing here for Red Sox and Yankees fans. That's boring, yo.

When Dad's ready to go back down to the durty South(west), I'm all for it. More doggie diversity there anyway. The wolves and coyotes run things out there. Not like here, where all these show dogs rule. Wouldn't know how to kill a rabbit if they tried.

I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now
Ahh...

I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now
Ahh...

Don't you know we've got to put our heads together?

2006-11-30T15:54:00.000-05:00

Sorry about the long no post, but a dog has been busy. I been going outside to get my park on right before that white stuff comes down from the sky.

Anyway, check it. My dad started a new podcast at work dealing with People of Color. You gotta check it out. Click here. I even have it on my iPod. He and his co-workers are breaking it down. It's got music and everything. Just wait for this Christmas special. It's going to be hype. These New Englands won't know what hit 'em.

I've been thinking...I need to get my own podcast. It'll be about schipps holding it down.

Tupac Da Dogg rippin the microphone the way I do
Listen close, my brothers, cause I'm talkin to you
The problem is we got a suicidal lifestyle
Cause 90 percent of us are livin foul and wild...

I got an idea, give me a minute
And if it makes sense, then get with it
What if we could take our enemies, feed em poison
Undereducate their girls and boys and
Split em up, make em fight one another
Better yet, make em kill for a color
All my brothers need to know one thing
No matter what you think, we're all in the same gang

This year halloween fell on a weekend

2006-10-31T19:59:00.000-05:00

This year halloween fell on a weekend
Me and geto Dad are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
We'd be in for a squab no doubt
So I swung and hit the doggie in his mouth

Ah man, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me

OK. So my costume ain't all that scary, and today is Halloween. So what, yo. Tonight my bark will be enough. Dad and I are going outside to scare some kids. I hate to say it, but Dad don't need no costume 'cuz he's one ugly human. But he's still my boy and all.

Go get some candy, Tupac Da Dogg lovers.

Can I get a what, what?

2006-10-30T21:47:00.000-05:00

Mexico, Maine?!!!! Yep. This place exist. It was one of the many crazy ass places Dad and I came across while up there. I wanted so bad to ask people what they called themselves there. I wanted to say, "Hey yo. Like what do you townspeople call yourselves? You know, like when the mayor says 'in the name of progress I want all ________ to help fix this town!'" Funny thing was, Dad was the only real Mexican for miles. And I was the only New Mexican for miles. We even had to cross a river to get to this town! (No border patrol, though..er er er).

Can I hit in the MORNING
without givin you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME?
If I couldn't get you finer things
like all of them diamond rings (female dogs) KILL FOR
would you STILL ROLL?

If I was your best friend

2006-10-30T21:11:00.000-05:00

So check it. I've been travelling 'round New England with dad to watch the leave turn colors and stuff, right? That's why I've been a away for some time now. Anyway, the other week dad takes me to ... Maine! I mean, like the state Maine! Man, a dog never thought he'd go up. The mothas can't even spell the place right. Anyway, we go and decide to hike up some "mountain." Man, these New Englanders don't know how we New Mexican dogs hold it down. But check it...it was hard, yo!

The trail was all steep and stuff. Plus, it got muddy in certain spots, and I even fell down. Dad did, too, but I stuck by him like a good dog is supposed to. I could have left him to go mack on some wild coyotes, but nah, I stuck by my homeboy. Remember, fools, a dog is your best friend, no matter what part of da world.

If I was your best friend,
I want you 'round all the time
(I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine
(Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend
(Uh huh)
now girl let's not pretend
(Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man
(Ha Ha!)
please say he's just a friend

Bling bling!

2006-09-23T16:51:00.000-04:00

Look closely at my Dad's homegirl's hand. See that rock? Yep. La Letty here and her man Brian just got engaged. She won't tell anyone, but if you press a little button under the ring, the rock lights up. That's so ghetto. Anyway, these NY Queens peeps seem like they're happy. I've already promised to be the ring dog at the wedding. And I'm going to be the Dogfather to their first child.

I told Letty here after your man finishes paying off this Ice here, you should get a dog. Every house has to have a dog, you know what I'm saying? Especially if you stay in New York. Then you have to get your Dog some Ice, too. I'm trying to get Dad to put a gold grill in my mouth. That would be so cool!

Bling bling
Everytime I come around yo' city
Bling bling
Pinky ring worth about 50
Bling bling
Everytime I buy a new ride
Bling bling
Lorenzos on Yokahama tires
Bling bling

So Many Tears

2006-09-04T22:59:00.000-04:00

Steve Irwin

RIP

1962 - 2006

I watch the Animal Planet a lot, and I just found out that my homeboy here, the 'Crocodile Hunter' was killed today by a stingray. Witnesses say the animal's barbed tail struck Irwin through his chest, and into his heart. That's messed up, yo. I liked the 'Crocodile Hunter' because he liked animals, you know what I'm saying? Any even though he didn't try to tackle us Schipperkes, he seemed like he was down with the cause. I'm going to miss you brotha. Be careful up there. I'll be seeing you...

I'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in

to Heaven's door -- shed so many tears

(Dear God, please let me in)

Lord, I've lost so many years, and shed so many tears..

I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears

I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman...

2006-09-01T12:05:00.000-04:00

OK. I know Dad's busy. I know he's got errands to run. I know he's got a stressful job that allows him to do this kind of work. But com'on, he's not even as busy as my Tia Diana the poet who just recently got published in the Indiana Review. So, I don't understand why lately Dad has been cutting my morning walks short. I don't even have time to pick out my spots! 'Go here,' he says. Hurry up. Go there.' I'm like, yo, can a dog sniff around? Chase some birds? A few rats? Maybe some kids? Can I at least scare the drunks by the Columbus statue?

This is redonk-ulous. If he doesn't stop rushing me, he's going to have more surprises when he gets home for now on. Then we'll see how fast homeboy goes...

First off you don't know Russell,
at all so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal,
I'll bite you off that barstool
There goes another lawsuit,
leave pawprints all across you

But I do know one thing though, humans, they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo'
Maybe i'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that runway, oh...

I Get Around

2006-08-29T12:33:00.000-04:00

So check it. Dad had some so visitors come in this weekend so I had to show them some love. Then I found out these gals were from Texas! That's Dad's homeland! Anyway, I showed these Ladies -- La Nova and Alyssa -- how a dogg holds it down. I met Alyssa's new husband and barked him some orders that he best treat my homegirl right, you know what I'm saying?

La Nova here was scared of me, though. It turns out, her last boyfriend was a dog and she thinks all us dogs are bad. (Well, some of us are bad, like me, but I'm not all that bad.)

Hanging out with them...I realized. Man, a dogg knows how to hang out with the human females. And everyone I meet falls in love with me? Is it my playa talent? My tongue? My eyes? Growl? Who knows. Poor dad. He doesn't have what I have. All I know is that I get around...

Why I ain't call you? Ha ha, please

Finger tips on the hips as I dip, gotta get a tight grip, don't slip
Loose lips sink ships, it's a trip
I love the way she licks her lips, see me jocking
Put a little twist in her hips cause I'm watching
Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn
Now we all alone, why the lights on?
Turn 'em off, time to set it off, get you wet and soft
Something's on your mind, let it off
You don't know me, you just met me, you won't let me
Well if I couldn't have it (silly rabbit) why you sweating me?
It's a lot of real G's doing time
Cause a groupy bit the truth and told a lie
You picked the wrong guy baby if you're too fly
You need to hit the door, search for a new guy
Cause I only got one night in town
Break out or be clown, baby doll are you down?
I get around...

'Cause I'm Bossy!

2006-08-26T13:26:00.000-04:00

And while I'm giving shout outs, my Tia Cynthia here is about to start her first semester as a sociology professor at Quinnipiac College in Hamden (near New Haven), Connecticut. A lot of people don't know, but I helped Cynthia with her (diss)ertation. She came to visit Dad and me in New Mexico once, and I was at her feet giving her ideas on "Between Shame and Authenticity: Negotiating 3rd+ Generation Mexican Ethnicities in Los Angeles." Yep. I gave her the dawg perspective and she's gonna give me a shout out in the back. Them Connecticut kids are gonna be in fo' a surprise. Tia here is gonna break it down for them about the world. She just moved to Connecticut from New York, and she, my dad and another friend are thinking of starting an East Coast gang called the New England CIA. I can already hear her singing...

I'm the first girl to scream on a track
I switched up the beat of the drum
That's right i brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right, i'm the one that's tattooed on his arm

I'm bossy

I'm the chick y'all love to hate
I'm the chick that's raised the stakes
I told John Sterling he should switch debate
I'm back with an 808

'cause I'm bossy!

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde...

2006-08-25T17:35:00.000-04:00

So check it out. My homegirl and my Dad's friend here, Diana Marie Delgado, is getting some of her poetry published in the upcoming issue of Indiana Review! That means, D is on her way to becoming the New Generation's Lorna Dee Cervantes. (Now now...she still more than a Loose Woman, who breaks things, ping ping...that's so 1980s). Anyway, you should check out her work, yo. She went to my Dad's grad school and she knows how to treat a dog. In fact, she's even written a poem called "Wolf!" ...but I don't think it's about a dog...

Here we are partying like gangstas in the NYC. Man, I hardly remember anything from that night. That's what I get from hanging out with a California Chola. New Mexico cholas don't even come close. Shout out to my girl, D!

Wolf

Wolf can’t walk so he sends me
to the liquor store for Sisco
and two loose cigarettes.
Babe, he yells after me

make sure it’s the pink one,
orange doesn’t give a good buzz.
I look up and the sun is flashing,
the pavement grain aglitter.

Earlier, he lifted the cushion
of his chair to show me a gun
wrapped in shoeshine rags.
Just in case—he said, pointing the gun

toward the cawing field across the street.
Weeks had passed since the fire
but the birds still circled, searching
for something to land on.

© Diana Marie Delgado

Can't Knock the Hustle

2006-08-21T00:13:00.000-04:00

I got extensive bones, and expensive clothes
and I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows
What y'all don't know?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustle

Summer is almost done here in New England and a dog has to get in his workout before Frosty comes on through this mug. Went to the park today to run around and show some Pit Bulls how I hold it down. Ever just run around to run around? Just do it with no place to go? A dog has to keep in shape. I ain't getting a belly like you humans. Everytime I walk outside I see more and more fat people. (Dad...you need to keep up with your running, or I'm gonna have to roll you on out of our apartment for more walks).

Speaking of hustling...So my dad goes to New York to see FC Barcelona whip up on the New York Red Bulls, right? And guess who scores twice? My homeboy Ronaldinho. He nailed a penalty kick then stomp a pass from Messi into the net, and it was all she wrote. Damn traffic kept Dad out in Jersey for more than two hours after the game, but he said it was worth it. Watching Ronaldinho score is like watching Henry Aaron go yard. FC Barcelona is the team, yo. We need to get Gol TV.

GOOOOOOLLLLLLLL!

I'm takin out this time

to give you a piece of my mind

Who do you think you are?

Baby one day you'll be a star

But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy

cause that's the way you're makin me feel

I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time

to knock the hustle for real

It's my birthday...It's my birthday

2006-08-09T22:21:00.000-04:00

Go, shorty
It's my birthday
We gon' party like it's my birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's my birthday
And you know we don't give a ----
cause it's not your birthday

My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look dogggies i done came up and i ain't change.

A dog turned two today, yo. It's time to get crunked. Dad had to work most of the day so we're going to celebrate my birthday all week, you know what I'm saying? We're going to New York City this weekend, maybe go to Central Park so I can chase me some Manhattan pigeons and stuff. I'm still full of energy, if any of y'all have doubts. I maybe getting old but I'm still down for mine. I still feel like I did when I was six weeks. I can still chew like a mug. Don't forget that, yo.

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Doggie you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that punk fast doggie trying to pull me back right?

Dear Mama

2006-07-29T13:09:00.000-04:00

When I was young me and my mama had beef
Six weeks old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a doggie alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
with the big hounds, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little pups
And even though we had different daddies, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a pound cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the dog catcher, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a biscuit fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand

You are appreciated

Lady... Don't cha know we love ya?
Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?

This is in honor of my mama, Queeny. She was a tough Schip and I miss her. Two years ago, she was carrying me in her tummy, and because of her, I'm able to write this stuff for you today. East New Mexico is a hard place to raise some pups, yo. Ain't no duck walk. (Hell...there ain't even water in that part of the desert). I'm getting a little homesick because these New Englanders don't know how to show no love all the time. But that's ok. My birthday is coming up, mama! I miss you! In the meantime, I'll show these East Coast Elitists how I hold it down...

Dear mama don't cry, Your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods...

Colors...Colors...Colors

2006-07-26T17:16:00.000-04:00

Some of Dad's friends came in from the old 'hood in Houston. Dork Jen (that's her name, kid, and I'm not lying) came into town with her main man, DJ Les-Dan-Zero, because their Queens apartment had no power. And no power meant no air. (I was like, hey, pay your bill, yo!)

So, I decided to let them keep me company while I work on my memoirs. I let them rug the tummy and all. To tell you the truth, I thought Dad's homies from the 'hood would be more thugish. Dork Jen here dances flamenco and salsa. Then I found out she was really from Denver! I told her...don't worry, sistah. I ain't gonna bite. We're all in the same gang.

I'll just walk like a giant police defiant
you'll say to stop but I'll say that I cant
my gangs my family its all that I have
I'm a star, on the walls is my autograph

PS
Birthday is coming up. Aug. 9th. Don't forget!

Who's the man with the Master Plan?

2006-07-22T09:23:00.000-04:00

Tupac is thinkin' of a Master Plan...

That's it man. I'm going to South Africa for the World Cup in 2010. I'm already going through World Cup withdrawal, yo. A dog has to get his soccer on. I can't believe Italy just pulled it off this year. Dad started routing for the Italians after Mexico, Brazil and all the other Latin America countries got knocked off. (His lady is Italian, so he has to keep it real, you know what I'm saying?) I already told him that we're going to South Africa in 2010, no joke. I need to go see my homeboy Nelson Mandela and chill out in the Cape.

Dad just got back from New Mexico with his lady and he was telling me all about his travels. Meanwhile, I had to stay at a dog sitters because no one in Boston gives me love here like they do in Albuquerque. The dog sitter is cool and all, though. She took me camping and I got to mack on some beagles in the woods. Only they know what went down in the leaves, yo. Anyway, I've decided I'm not staying here when Dad goes to South Africa. No way, yo. I'm going back the the Motherland.

ps
Don't forget. My birthday is coming up. Aug. 9. I expect some grade-A rawhide from the Tupac da Dogg lovers of the world...

hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush

Feelin' on Your Duty

2006-07-04T12:28:00.000-04:00

Happy 4th of July. Are you feeling independent? Dad and I are feeling independent. Tonight, we are going to the Chelsea Hill to see the fireworks. These Massachusetts peeps know how to hold it down with their Revolution stuff. Personally, I think it's time for a dog revolution. I can see myself running through the streets, saying, 'The kitties are coming! The kitties are coming!' (But I'd be using another word, of course.)

Anyway, today I'm going to celebrate all things American. You know, like hip hop, baseball, the Internet, chasing birds, doing my thang on statues, podcasting, watching the World Cup (I so hope Germany loses), macking on the (female dogs)...

If I see some (female dogs) tonight at the 4th of July celebration, here are my lines. Peace out.

Hey pretty mama how ya doin'

said I'm just in town for the weekend

lookin for a lil' trouble 2 get into

baby tell me what u drinkin and I got u

Everybody Get Your Schip On! Everybody, Everybody Get Your Schip On! What?

2006-07-01T10:50:00.000-04:00

Every-day..iced..out
Doggie..play..lights out
M..period..Fresh..comma
Yo..wife..is my..baby mama

Everybody get your Schip on
Everybody, everybody got your Schip on, What?!

Hey check it out, yo. For all your Tupac Da Dogg lovers out there, you can now buy a necklace with my image (especially the ladies). Just put me on, go for a jog, and watch me bounce, bounce, bounce....

Wow. You can get anything on the Internet these days. Weather is getting better here in Mass. About time. Hopefully, Dad will take me to the doggie park so I can mack on some poodles. I already have my lines down:

You ain't got to look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't indulge in my past fo-get what happened before you
Cause there be some homies gonna hate you that never saw you
Come here, let my touch on you, I let you touch on me
Put my tongue on you you put your tongue on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on me
We can do it all tonight
We can have a balla-night

Act a Fool

2006-06-25T11:37:00.000-04:00

You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man whatcha gon do?
ACT A FOOL!!
Now your friends just chewed up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon do?
ACT A FOOL!!
Now some pigeons out there just escaped your mouth
BOY whatcha gon do?
ACT A FOOL!!
If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'M gon do?
ACT A FOOL!!

See this pigeon. Everyday when I approach Mr. Columbus here to do my daily thang, and Mr. Pigeon flies away at the last possible moment. Yeah. Stay up there on Colon the conquistador, dawg. You gotta come down some time. Anyway, I love chasing those rats of a bird. I caught a bird one time, and word among the birds started spreading.

I'm Tupac. Who? Tupac. Who? Tupac. The one and only. You can't own me. You can't clone me...

Here I come, Here I come, I know you see me comin'
Drop my back on Broadway, pick it up on the front end Steady hummin'

Ok. Enough horsing around. I'm just a little frustrated. It's hard to meet (female dogs) around here. Mexico also got eliminated from the World Cup by Argentina, so Dad is a little down. I think I'm going to rout for Brazil or Italy now (just don't tell Mr. Colon here because I ain't down with the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria, you know what I'm saying?)

Wanna Get To Know U

2006-06-20T22:50:00.000-04:00

2-year-old dog
Chelsea, Massachusetts, United States
seeking (female dogs) 2-7 within 50 miles of Boston, Massachusetts

Relationships: Never Married
Have litters: None
Want litters: Sorry. Got fixed, yo
Ethnicity: Schipperke
Body type: Slender
Height: 3'0 when on hind legs
Religion: Spiritual but not religious
Smoke:No Way
Drink: Get crunked often

About me and what I'm looking for
I'm an easy-going pup who'd like to meet a confident (female dog) who knows what she wants out of life. First impressions mean a lot to me, so do manners. My ideal match would be knowledgeable of current events, business and politics. She'd like movies and traveling and would be comfortable in just about any setting. Actually, I'm looking for a gangsta type. A bad dog perhaps, who has no problem getting into the trash one moment, but chewing on some grade-A rawhide the next.

About my life
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Best feature: Eyes
Body art: Tattoo of a smiley face
Sports and exercise: Running and biting
Exercise habits: Exercise 3-4 times per week
Daily diet: Keep it healthy
Interests: Hip Hop, Jazz, Chasing pigeons
Education: Graduate degree
Occupation: Dog watching
Income: Got enough dough
Languages: English, Spanishg
Politics: Dog Party
My place: Live with my dad
Pets I have: A Human
Pets I like: Dogs

About my date
Hair: Just have some
Eyes: Any
Height: From Yorkies to St. Bernards. I can handle it all.
Body type: Any
Languages: English, Spanish
Ethnicity: Pure Breeds, Mutts
Faith: Any
Education: Graduate degree,PhD / Post Doctoral,Bachelors degree
Job: Any
Income: I ain't messing with no broke-, broke-...go head, girl, get down, get down
Smoke: No Way
Drink: Any
Relationships: Please, don't have a ex in the pound
Have litters: Any
Want litters: Sorry, I said I was fixed
Turn-ons: Boldness / Assertiveness
Turn-offs: Drool / Loud Barking

Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with her frame
And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name...

I wanna get to know ya
I really wanna thug you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I know it gon' drive me, crazy

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

2006-05-29T20:05:00.000-04:00

(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...

2006-05-29T19:50:00.001-04:00

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

Heaven, I Need a Hug

2006-05-27T12:57:00.000-04:00

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...

The Message

2006-05-24T19:24:00.000-04:00

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

Got a Right to Be Wrong

2006-05-21T16:48:00.001-04:00

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...

...in the rain

2006-05-13T17:28:00.000-04:00

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

All Eyez On Me

2006-05-10T18:09:00.000-04:00

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

I'd be in trouble if you left me now

2006-05-04T15:02:00.000-04:00

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...

Ain't Nothing But a Gangster Party

2006-04-26T00:42:00.000-04:00

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

2006-04-22T18:15:00.000-04:00

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

2006-04-15T21:00:00.000-04:00

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?

2006-04-13T16:48:00.000-04:00

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

2006-04-12T02:00:00.000-04:00

'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

2006-04-08T13:55:00.000-04:00

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

2006-04-06T20:55:00.000-04:00

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

2006-04-02T19:26:00.000-04:00

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

Where is the love?

2006-03-28T21:25:00.000-05:00

Where is the love?
You said you'd give to me
soon as you were free
will it ever be
Where is the love?

You told me that you didn't love him,
and you were gonna say goodbye
but if you really didn't mean it,
why did you have to lie?

Where is the love?
you said was mine all mine,
till the end of time
was it just a lie
where is the love?

If you had had a sudden change of heart
I wish that you would tell me so
don't leave me hangin on the promises
you've got to let me know...

Made You Look

2006-03-26T21:51:00.000-05:00

So, last night dad doesn't come home 'til late, right? Then, the next morning, he proceeds to sleep all morning and afternoon. He even reads the Sunday papers in bed via the Internet. Meanwhile, a dog's bladders is about to burst. I try to tell him by saying, 'hey yo! A Schipperke's gotta go, you know what I'm saying?' But he just sits there in bed, reading. Finally, I can't take it anymore. I go under the couch and do my thang. It's 3 pm and I've last this long. When he gets up, which almost in time for the 6 pm news, he walks past the couch and stops. I'm thinking, he knows. He looks around, looks at me, then gets his coffee, and goes back to bed. That was close. I'm looking under the couch, thinking, he's gonna find out...man...he's gonna find out...just a matter of time...

Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

R U Still Down?

2006-03-23T18:28:00.000-05:00

Tell 'em all call me a fool
but I'm stuck in this love thang
plus I'm overheatin' from the rush
our tongues touch
kissin feelin fireworks
watch the sky
I make you smile
but you'd rather have
what makes you cry
say goodbye and leave now
with my heart on my sleeve
memories what I found is you
still care (still care) you had feelings
and they're still there baby
girl keep it real here
are you still down

Sorry for the slight disappearance, but my dad went on a trip and my grandparents came into the following week and I couldn't get to the computer. But the other day, I went outside and took a ride around the 'hood. Didn't even need a license, yo. It just started warming up here, and I wanted some air. It felt like I hadn't been outside, in like, forever. (outside of doing my daily thang). So I wanted to tell the world that I'm still down with the outside. If I had long hair, it would have blown in the wind. Watch out. A Schipperke is coming through...

Hit 'em up!

2006-03-16T08:25:00.000-05:00

Guess who Dad got to hang out with at some writers' conference last weekend. Sandra Cisneros! Yes, the Sandra Cisneros, writer of House on Mango Street, You Bring Out the Mexican in Me and Loose Woman. If you don't know who she is, I suggest starting out slow with Woman Hollering Creek, then move into Loose Woman. Check out her boots here. Cool, huh? Anyone who ever comes into contact with her should give her mad respect. Dad said there were a few divas at the conference who were talking mess about Sandra. And I'm like, whom are they again? They are dissing Sandra, and they are....whom? Exactly. I think if Sandra finds out, she should make a diss album about all her haters. You don't mess with Sandra.

Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Little Divas, I hit em up

Black to the Future

2006-02-27T20:05:00.001-05:00

Happy Black History month! Hey check it...in honor of Black History, I'm reading one of Dad's new books on the Civil Rights movement. It's called 'At Canaan's Edge' and it's real engaging because it focuses on how the movement started taking different paths. That LBJ character was a hoot. I wish I could have met him and Malcolm. Anyway, this book got me thinking...where's the movement now?

Black to the future, what a funky concept
A poet with soul, brothers and sisters, let's step
Together in sync, just think about the outcome
We know where we're goin, because we know where we came from

Mona Lisa

2006-02-25T19:29:00.000-05:00

Did you know that Schipperkes have been playas throughout history? Check out my great-great-great grandfather chillin' out with his girlfriend.

Well, it was one of those days -- not much to do
I was chillin downtown, with my old school crew
I went into a store -- to buy a slice of pizza
And bumped into a girl, her name was mona -- what?
Mona lisa (what? ) mona lisa, so men made you..
Youknowhati’msayin? so I said, excuse me, dear
My gosh, you look nice!
Put away your money
I’ll buy that slice!

How Ya Like Me Now...

2006-02-23T20:59:00.000-05:00

It was another cold, winter night in New England. Dad was fast asleep, and I was dreamin' of raw hide. Then, from the sky, drops this drunk who lands outside of our apartment window. He starts yelling and singing. Then drops another drunk. Then another. Before you know it, there's a quartet. They're singing Spanish tunes and stumbling around. I go to the window and tell them to shut up, a dog is trying to sleep. Nothing. I yell again. Still, nothing. So I keep yelling and Dad gets up and tells me to shut up! 'Just ignore them,' he says. So I yell at him: look, I'm a dog. I hear stuff you can't and this shit is bothering me. Dad then puts a pillow of his head. They finally leave, but I'm mad. Later that night, I have this dream that I went down there and mowed them down in a tracker. That's right. A tracker. I picture their out-of-tune asses running from me, begging for me to stop. 'We're sorry, Tupac. We're sorry!' they say. I just keep driving, with my tongue out. It was great. I woke up laughing and in a good mood.

Now brothers are riding me
Like a pony
I'm no phony
I'm the only real micaroni...

Can I Kick It? (....Yes, You Can)

2006-02-21T23:29:00.000-05:00

So dad's at work and I'm just kicking it on the futon watching some Animal Planet, right. I'm relaxing and all, then this show called 'Animal Cops Houston' comes on. And I gotta tell you, it is so stereotypical. I mean, all the pit bulls are mean fighter dogs who need to be put to sleep and all the labs and mixed poodles are poor victims who aren't being feed. Then, here come the nice humans to save the day and put all the breeds back in their place. Thanks very much, you good homo sapiens. Why don't you give us some land and a mule while you're at it. Talk about negative images on TV. It's bad enough the Chihuahua has been reduced to selling you-know-what, and greyhounds are forced to run after mechanical rabbits. I swear, if I see a Schipperke eating rats on a boat, it is going to be so on.

If you diss us, we won't even think of
Will Nipper the doggy give a big shove?
This rhythm really fits like a snug glove
Like a box of positives is a plus, love...

I Ain't Mad at Cha

2006-02-20T19:11:00.000-05:00

I couldn't find a place to rest/Until I got that 'thug life' tattered on my chest...

I lost so many peers/I've shed so many tears

So I was just chillin' at the crib when I decided to smoke one of those cigars dad got from Mexico. Dad has a 'no smoking' rule in his apartment, but he was gone, off drinking cafe con leche somewhere. Anyway, I lit it up, and guess who walks in right before I could get my good puffs. And he still wasn't mad! Praise da Lord for that new woman. Still I rise...

Holla, Holla

2006-02-20T13:40:00.002-05:00

So the other day my dad disappears to go out right. And he doesn't come back for a long time. While he's away, I start biting on the cloth he uses to protect his futon. I mean, I'm getting up all in there, even ruin it. Didn't mean to. Really I didn't. I'm like, 'damn, homeboy is going t be mad.' Anyway, dad finally comes home around the time the sun is hitting snooze button on the alarm clock. Dad walks in, pets me, looks at the cloth, and I'm thinking, this is it for me. I had a good life. But then he gives me a hug and goes to sleep! Nothing! Brother probably hit the bottle and partied with some real playas. I wonder if they like Schipperkes? What am I thinking. Everyone likes Schipperkes....

2006-02-19T13:58:00.000-05:00

Until the real thing comes along...

2006-02-19T13:27:00.000-05:00

I've recently moved across the country, and this is how I've been feeling lately...

I Feel Sad

Perhaps I protested, my different selves protested.
Maybe, I said, they said, I am afraid,
I'm going, we're going. I don't come from this place.
I wasn't born doomed to be ostracized.
I ask forgiveness of the audience.
I come back to find my own particular feathers.
Let me go back to my own happiness,
to the wild shadows, to horses,
to the black smell of winter in the forests,
I cried out, we cried, and in spite of everything
they didn't open doors
and I stayed, we stayed,
swithering,
not living or dying destroyed
by perversity or power,
still unworthy, driven out
from wholeness and from cultivation.

-- Pablo Neruda