Maggie Moo Hall
10/29/2001-9/27/2008

Dat Baby Don't Look Like Me

Yes, yes. I survived. I rode out the storm Friday night, using various windows in the house as my lookout points. I could have alerted The Humans of the storm's progress better had I been allowed to roam the neighborhood, but whatever. We "evacuated" Saturday back to Waco to visit some old family friends. My owner (the dumb blonde) forgot my food, but I was able to survive on a shaky diet of fried chicken and peanut butter sandwiches.

Upon my return Monday morning, I took a tour of my new neighborhood via an open backyard gate. The Human seemed pretty upset as I took her on a wild goose chase to what can only be described as a crack house. I was punished for the remainder of the day, forced to run pointless errands to places I could have cared less about. One such stop was to a large area full of other Humans and lots of maroon. I peed on the grass.

It appears my owner has obtained some sort of loud tool to fix the gate I escaped out of. I was so close to freedom.

I have a music recommendation for you all. "Dat Baby Don't Look Like Me" by Shawty Putt featuring Lil John. Quite a classic.

My First Few Days

I'm just getting settled in here in College Station. Things are different here. I don't have a doggy door anymore, so I must depend on The Humans to open doors to let me out. Well, this morning I got tired of waiting. I left both of them a surprise.

I have a huge backyard with some giant contraption that The Humans jump on. I've got a few great windows, one even with a sill so I can sit like a cat. One of The Humans--the one with the long hair--feeds me just about anything I want. I've been following her around a lot. I can't really seem to make friends here yet. There are some annoying pug dogs next door that snort like pigs. I met a Border Collie at PetsMart, but she didn't want to play. One of The Humans said it wasn't nice to bite other dogs. I disagree.

The Humans sleep a lot around here. I've found a good couch for my naps, and I've gotten used to the house, I guess. Tonight, they painted my toenails with some weird liquid. One of The Humans asked, "Do you want to look like a little shit or do you want to look pretty?" I guess the stuff looks okay, but I only let them do one foot for now.

I plan to spend the rest of my evening patrolling the backyard and begging for table scraps. I might even play a little "Apple Bottom Jeans" later if I can figure out how to work the computer.