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Everyone has blogs these days. Why not dogs? We have a lot to say. So here I am. My name is Max. I am an exuberant, ten-on-the Richter scale canine who lives in Sayville. My dog mom Linda Leuzzi calls me the Cary Grant of dogs. Heh! That's her take.
My pet mother is a writer. While she is a good pet mom, she is always concentrating, mumbling, thinking. You think she could include me in on her stories? Nooooo! Just today I glanced at Sunday's New York Times (yeah, we can read; we just don't let humans know that). Seems the owner of a lucky dog in Brooklyn named Barnaby wrote about the two of them walking a marathon around his block. He did 75.4 laps! You think my pet mom would do something like that? Noooooooo! Instead, she goes to Florence, Italy with my pet dad Vinnie and tells people she climbed 300 stairs to St. Miniato, the oldest church and the highest point in Florence. I would do that with her. But did she pay for an extra seat on the plane? Nooooooo! I had to stay home with my nice dog sitter Evie and watch Turner Classic Movies and listen to WQXR before the suits changed the classical station forever.
The story by Andy Newman was great. Sharp photos. Neat timeline. It made me fantasize about walking around my block, Gillette Avenue. Mom says she can't walk me but that's a lot of malarkey. So what if I want to high five and celebrate with wheelies at everything and everyone I see. Joie de Vivre! That's what I have. Whoo! Hoo!
Ma, you're an optimist. Can't you see what good I would do for you with my little strong moves? Think Dancing With the Dogs! We could walk down to Main Street and head down South Main to Collins. What adventures! Maybe we could see Chipper, the greyhound Paula and Nick own. So what if I lunge at him. (As for Chipper, he's the model of politeness.) Just my attempt to say hello. Maybe we could get in a jitterbug move. Maybe we would see Carol walking Jennie on Edwards. I know you love little Jennie, the hubba hubba Boston terrier. Maybe I could waltz with Jennie. I can see it now. Len, Carrie Ann and Bruno shouting "10!"
But this week wouldn't be a good one for that, I guess. Who knows how long that would take with us? I think mom would clunk out probably at 30 laps. Ma, you don't want exhaustion this week. You have to cover the Brookhaven elections Tuesday night for the Long Island Advance. And there's grandma's doctor's appointment. Also, that nice exchange student that you and dad hosted, Charlotte Perrin, will be in from Paris for the Model U.N. event in the city.
Oh no! Charlotte will be sleeping in the spare bedroom, the one I use when you're not looking. She's never met me! Do I beg this way? Maybe I should tilt my head.
Mom is cleaning the room now. Have to supervise from the hallway. Ciao!
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My pet mother is a writer. While she is a good pet mom, she is always concentrating, mumbling, thinking. You think she could include me in on her stories? Nooooo! Just today I glanced at Sunday's New York Times (yeah, we can read; we just don't let humans know that). Seems the owner of a lucky dog in Brooklyn named Barnaby wrote about the two of them walking a marathon around his block. He did 75.4 laps! You think my pet mom would do something like that? Noooooooo! Instead, she goes to Florence, Italy with my pet dad Vinnie and tells people she climbed 300 stairs to St. Miniato, the oldest church and the highest point in Florence. I would do that with her. But did she pay for an extra seat on the plane? Nooooooo! I had to stay home with my nice dog sitter Evie and watch Turner Classic Movies and listen to WQXR before the suits changed the classical station forever.
The story by Andy Newman was great. Sharp photos. Neat timeline. It made me fantasize about walking around my block, Gillette Avenue. Mom says she can't walk me but that's a lot of malarkey. So what if I want to high five and celebrate with wheelies at everything and everyone I see. Joie de Vivre! That's what I have. Whoo! Hoo!
Ma, you're an optimist. Can't you see what good I would do for you with my little strong moves? Think Dancing With the Dogs! We could walk down to Main Street and head down South Main to Collins. What adventures! Maybe we could see Chipper, the greyhound Paula and Nick own. So what if I lunge at him. (As for Chipper, he's the model of politeness.) Just my attempt to say hello. Maybe we could get in a jitterbug move. Maybe we would see Carol walking Jennie on Edwards. I know you love little Jennie, the hubba hubba Boston terrier. Maybe I could waltz with Jennie. I can see it now. Len, Carrie Ann and Bruno shouting "10!"
But this week wouldn't be a good one for that, I guess. Who knows how long that would take with us? I think mom would clunk out probably at 30 laps. Ma, you don't want exhaustion this week. You have to cover the Brookhaven elections Tuesday night for the Long Island Advance. And there's grandma's doctor's appointment. Also, that nice exchange student that you and dad hosted, Charlotte Perrin, will be in from Paris for the Model U.N. event in the city.
Oh no! Charlotte will be sleeping in the spare bedroom, the one I use when you're not looking. She's never met me! Do I beg this way? Maybe I should tilt my head.
Mom is cleaning the room now. Have to supervise from the hallway. Ciao!
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