Doga 08

Doga 08, originally uploaded by Louis the Pug.

I think Tim takes this same shot every year. That's Kimberly leading a yoga class that benefits my canine peeps and their friends at Washington Humane Society. Doga is dogs and yoga combined... you can see some hot little poodles in the background. I say hot not because they're va-va-va-voom so much as it was a kajillion degrees this morning. Still, we had an awesome turnout and WHS made a nice haul. This is when I have to say Kimberly is super awesome for giving back to the dog community.

Of course, there were treats too...

Ice cream at doga!

Ice cream at doga!, originally uploaded by Louis the Pug.

I got doggie ice cream on my chin, yo!

People... I'm fast

I'm fast, originally uploaded by Louis the Pug.

Now, this kid was fast. But I'm faster. That iPhone (you know... the old one) can't keep up with me. My tongue is 6 feet long and blurry because it was busy giving a massive lick to the face of this kinda sorta fast kid.

Did I mention I'm fast?

Kimberly and Tim were at an award thing for Kimberly being some super cool CEO. Louis the Pug Industries just might be in the market for talent like hers...

Not a French Bulldog

Not a French Bulldog, originally uploaded by Louis the Pug.

I know I look like one, but I'm just inverted.

My boy Furley just got enrolled in Happy Pack, so there will be a familiar face at playgroup tomorrow... I think Furley's gonna love it. It's been a little bit warm, but not as hot as it can get in DC, but we run down by Rock Creek so we can get a little cool water on us as we tromp about to keep cool. Much better than the quick walks around the block. I mean, I like seeing my friends at Larry's Lounge, and (of course) the variety of hottie mchot girls at Lauriol Plaza, but I need to stretch my legs yo.

But I still dig seeing the girls. Can I get both?

In hockey news... looks like the Wings get a shot at the outdoor game next season... yer going down Chicago!! Burf!

Guest blogger: Bonnard the cat

Greetings, it's me. Bonnard the cat. I'm taking over this dumb blog for today because Louis is over in the corner sleeping, and I like to tell you people what he's really like.

He often suggests that I'm fat. I like to think of my crushing obesity as a physical reflection of the rage I hold inside against, well... all of you. I'm quite angry at the world! In fact, the only person I'm not prone to hissing at all the time is Kimberly, but that's only because I need at least one human available to feed me. You know... so I can overeat and create that physical reflection of my rage inside! See, it all makes sense really.

This is me eating a cupcake. I took it from someone else, and my sociopathic mindset allows me to do this without feeling emotion, or caring about the other person's sense of loss at all. Did you know serial killers exhibit the same set of tendencies as me? Hmm. Go figure.

Some people accuse me of writing pieces that are "dark" on this blog and that I am "filled with rage" and "need counseling." Yes, yes and get over yourself. A cat counselor? Please. I hiss in your general direction.

We got a notice from the vet that me and the dumb cat are due for a checkup. I noticed last time I was there they had to get a second vet tech to handle my "special needs" (i.e. claws of justice fueled by inner rage). I love going to the vet... it's oddly vindicating...

Now, where's that publish post button... ahhh... there it is...