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I would just like to point out that the nice Jewish boys who invited us to that barbecue on Thursday never called us! See, I KNEW Bee should have went to his place when we FIRST saw him.

She is so good at dropping the ball.

Last night I had a play date with the coolest pups in New York City. Bee takes me to a spot in Central Park where a group of women (and a few requisite boyfriends) take their doggies to run around and play in an enclosed area. I love it there. I get to frolick with all sorts of new faces, and meet some really cool humans who usually bring yummy treats.

Anyway, there was a new guy there that I think is the biggest pimp in the canine world. Clint, a two year old brown toy poodle who the humans nicknamed the Ron Jeremy of dogs. His hair was shaved except for his ears and head, and the area around his paws so it looked like he had on bellbottom pants. And since he was in heat, he sashayed around the group, humping one doggie booty after another. He tried to get a piece of me, but to be honest, he was more interested in the male dogs than the female ones. Could be perhaps be the John Blair of doggies?

There's also George a long-haired Dachshund, who was not particularly fond of me the last time I visited, however he seemed pretty friendly this go around. Believe he was n heat as well. I don't know what that's like because Bee tied my little tubes on July 4th.

Another French Bulldog, Max, also joined the fray. But he almost killed me when he was trying to feel on my ticklebitties. Now, I do like bigger doggies, just as Bee tends to prefer bigger, meatier men. But when big dogs suffocate me when they're on top, that's when I have to walk away.

Wonder if Bee employs the same personal policy?