Routine

Yes! Once again, Bee and I have had the apartment to ourselves all weekend. I am seriously getting used to this.
Though yesterday it was too hot to do anything, Bee and I still got some quality time on the couch. Then she abandoned me on the couch to go shopping, and have dinner, with a friend. I don't understand why I can't go with.

I hear we're going on vacation next week, back to the midwest to see Bee's parents. Looking forward to getting out of the city and setting my paws on grass.

Shit.

I almost killed another dog.

It was bound to happen. I always go after dogs that are so not my size, no matter big or small.

So there were these two doggies outside of the Tasti-D-Lite. One was an anorexic Daschund, the other was a chocolate laborador. I started playing with the smaller one, Gigi, because she started smelling my ass. And so I sniffed hers. And then we scrapped.

And then, she got off of her leash.

GIGI!!! GIGI!!!! GIGI!!!!! The owner screamed. Gigi took off down Broadway, weaving in between couples and tourists, and then down towards 96th Street. She was fast and relentless. Then she tore off into Broadway, and a patron jumped out into the street in front of her. and then she tore down 95th street, in between a Lexus, a cop car, and three taxis.

I thought she was a goner. And all because she got too aggressive with me.

Bee thought she was going to see vehicular homicide when we walked down 95th street towards West End. I thought I was evicted for sure (but it wasn't my fault).

We looked for the pancake flattened remnants of the anorexic Dauschund. But when we stepped around the corner, ten minutes later, Gigi was in the arms of her owner, snuggling as calm as calm could be.

We both had heart attacks, apologized profusely, and went home.

Sunday

Another lazy one around these parts, but that was a good thing since Bee had the apartment to herself all weekend. That means we lounged together on the couch while watching bad reruns of America's Next Top Model and new reruns of that new Kimora Lee Simmons show (which Bee and I are in love with now. We reprogrammed our TiVo to record every episode).

It also meant I could wander around without fear of any disgruntled roommates frowning in my face or being stepped on by her guests. It meant I could race from the patio to the living room repeatedly without getting yelled at, because I wasn't disturbing anyone that was trying to sleep downstairs.

And when Bee had our friend, Emme , over for drinks, we took full reign of the patio and didn't worry about keeping quiet or rushing out so that roommates could sleep.

Me thinks Bee should work on getting us our own place.