Long weekend

This would be the extent of my Memorial Day plans.

Uninterested

House guest

I love Auntie Alexa. I miss living with her.

Lazy Sunday

Stuyvesant Town, 2 PM Sunday, after romp in Tompkins Square Park

My neighborhood

Not for long.

West 3rd St. and Broadway, morning.

East Village

I licked my chops because I could not reach high enough to lick the leaves on this plant.

Peeping around corners

I look good from the side. I have a sharp profile. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

I smell smoke

Ladder 9, where are you?

I would never

do this:

http://jezebel.com/5485873/martha-stewarts-dog-bites-editor-in-the-face

this is what happens

when you itch so bad that you lick yourself so much , you've eaten a sore through your paw.

Diet

Like all women, I had to change my diet to improve my looks.

I'v been having allergies like crazy-itchy skin, shedding, drippy eyes. I lick my paws until their red and raw, I wiped my face so hard against the carpet that I've lost hair underneath both eyes.

Bee has tried bathing me with medicated soap, giving me Claritin in my food, and taken me to the vet for countless visits. Nothing worked.

Now, I'm on a raw diet.

It's basically raw meat discs that I eat twice a day along with salmon oil and enzymes. It takes pretty good. And mom feeds me three times a day now, not just once. Supposedly all of the most beautiful Frenchies are on the raw diet.

Maybe I can get an endorsement deal out of it if my skin clears up.

Snow day

I got stuck on a branch underneath a bush trying to do my business this morning. I came back in and didn't leave the house again all day.

My other boyfriend

Remember Lucas? He's about two years younger than I am.

Yes, call me a cougar. But he's HOT! Look at him. I told Bee to ask his owner, M, for a play date.

This. weekend.

What's in there?

Anybody cooking brunch? I'm hungry.

My new boyfriend

Recognize, broads!!!

http://content.usatoday.com/communities/pawprintpost/post/2010/02/non-sporting-group-winner-at-westminster-/1

A brindle French Bulldog , nicknamed I'm on Fire, won the non-sporting group at the 134th annual Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show Monday night.

Second and third, respectively, were a Sharpei and English Bulldog.

Who wants I'm on Fire first thing Tuesday morning? None other than Frenchie lover Martha Stewart. He's going to be on her television show. Co-owner Marion Hulick says Stewart hasn't met him yet, but is eager to do so. Stewart's Frenchies (Francesca and Sharkey) are frequently photographed for her magazine.

Judge Dorothy Dalton thought this is the first Frenchie to win the group since the 1950s.

"Look at those ears,'' she says. "Sometimes I like to make noises in the ring to get the dog's ears to perk up, but you don't need to do that with this dog. Those ears set up so well.''

Dalton said I'm on Fire caught her eye as soon as she came into the ring. "His attitude is unforgettable,'' she said.

The breeder Shelley St. John says the Frenchies are velcro dogs. "If you're happy being on the couch, they're happy being with you there. But if you're out in the garden, they want to be there, too. These are not dogs to be left alone.''

They also seem to love kisses on the noses, as all of these women planted a big smooch on his soft nose.

A toy poodle won the toy group. A whippet won hound. Last group tonight is herding.

Snow day

I'm back!

Been a while, but I'm back y'all. I mean, what else is there to do on this snowy day but blog?

Crush groove

Now that I’m looking more like my normal self, perhaps I can start dating again. I’ve been out of the scene for a couple of months when I had that nasty green pus floating around my eyes. But now I think I’m ready.

There are a few hotties in this building that I’ve gotten to know, but none that I love more than G. He’s one of the handymen in our building. Every morning, he's in the front lobby waiting with these organic, low fat chicken flavored treats for me. “They're diet treats so she won’t get fat,” he says. How considerate!

Every morning I look for him when Bee and I take the stairs down to the first floor, and there he is, waiting for me with a hug and a smile.

If only I can find Bee a man who’s half as dependable.

A week of recovery

A week after my procedure, I have less watery eyes, but I still get a little buildup of fluid when I first wake up. All told, these drops are helping, and I hope that I won't need my ingrown eyelashes pulled out again.

That. was not. comfortable.

In other news, I spent just about all weekend on the couch because Bee was too busy running the streets to sit with me. Friday, she stumbled in after some drinks. Saturday, she stumbled around the apartment with Aunty Mona after two bottles of wine. And on Monday, she stumbled over me after wobbling over a bag that shipped Pad That to our apartment in less than 20 minutes.

Me thinks I should really be working my new eye work at the dog run. I don't think the Pad Thai delivery guy really appreciated my newfound beauty.