My New Place

Ok, I haven’t been around for a while. I have been busy with a little home improvement project. I scored a sweet deal on a new dog house. Snoopy’s venerable red dog house was repossessed when he started missing payments on his home equity line of credit. I picked it up for a pittance. I have since totally redone the bedroom. The uplighting really contributes to the mood when I have bitches over and the canopy bed is always a hit with the ladies.
The game room is just your basic man cave, big TV, wet bar and pool table. I didn’t do much to it, although I have been thinking about redoing the walls with dark oak paneling.
I redid the kitchen and added all stainless appliances, granite counter tops and some lighting to make the kitchen seem more modern and friendly. Snoopy’s tastes were very retro 1970s, but not in an Austin Powers cool sort of way. He still had linoleum on the floors which I replaced with hardwoods to match the rest of the main level.
The pool is the last place I need to redo. I haven’t really figured out what I want to do with the space. It all looks like the inside of a sauna and I really want something a bit more upbeat. I was thinking of putting in a grotto with a waterfall?
What do you guys think of my place?

Attention Deficit Disorder

Boy did I get a lesson this week. I went to my therapist as usual, since I felt that I had this attention deficit disorder. I've been a little depressed and off my game lately. The Yorkie sisters and Shi-wa both have stay at home moms and they talk about getting walks, treats and lot of attention all day long. My parents work all day long, so that I can have the coolest puppy hizzhouse on the block. I can't really complain, I pretty much have everything a hip poo on the make could want.

In talking to my therapist, we discussed that I didn't actually have attention deficit disorder, just because I wanted more attention from my parents. At that point, I knew this session was going to be expensive, really expensive. As we began discussing my issues, I realized that I don't really have an attention deficit. In truth, if my parents were around more, I'd probably loose my shit, since they would totally be cramping my style. I like having time during the day to have the Yorkie sisters over, or some other bitches. Yea, sure I'd like to be scratched more often, but at what expense? Heck if my parents were around more often, I'd be out of a job as a watch dog.

In the end, I have discovered that happiness is what you make of it. It comes from within and I learned that I should be content with what I have, because there are a lot of less fortunate dogs out there. These dogs and cats have it tough. Some of them have lived on the streets for a long time and are lucky to ever get adopted. So today I am volunteering to help out the Lost Dog & Cat Rescue, by promoting their site and their cause, so the next time you find yourself out there looking at new high priced pure breds, consider adopting. So anyway, I've learned a valuable lesson and I have managed to find a way not to end up giving my therapist a zillion bucks to tell me something I should have known all along. I have it good and happiness comes from inside, except where Cinnabones are concerned. And bitches too.