Classic Scrap-aholic.

Someone needs an intervention. Seriously, dude... get up. Try moving a little.

Get Out Your Checkbook, Bitches.

My human takes me walking almost every day except for weekends. But today, for some wonderful reason, he decided we should patrol the neighborhood. So off we went.

I don't want to be redundant, so I won't go into how much I love going for a walk. Just read my past posts and you'll have some idea as to how great it is.

But today was even better. You see, we don't usually walk on Saturdays... so I didn't know what I was missing.

During our normal walks, I've assumed that there were many more dogs in the area, based on their foul, unwelcome scents... but what I didn't realize is how many of them go for walks with their humans on the weekend. It's like amateur night for dogs.

Today, for example, we crossed paths with 4 or 5 different dogs who were in dire need of a reminder as to who, exactly, was the king of this neighborhood. My human, knowing just how big a badass I am, would see them coming, then grab my collar and warn the approaching human that there could be trouble. But many don't have a clue as to how serious the warning really is. I damn near got a piece of a German Shepherd today, but when his human saw me snarl my teeth, she and her dog both ran away.

Once they're out of my view, it's back to normal. But I do tend to walk with just a bit more of a strut after each incident.

Yup. I own this neighborhood. To be honest, when I walk, I'm just looking to make sure there are no other dogs that think otherwise.

I did find a website where some human will craft actual armor for your dog, if you're into Renaissance Fairs and shit like that. The dogs in my neighborhood would be well advised to purchase sets of their own... that is, if they want try anything with me.

Pancho The Nazi Killer?

I think most of my readers know that I have made it abundantly clear how proud I am to be an all-American mutt dog. And it's no secret that I love to kick a little ass now and then.

So imagine my surprise when I found this website that features pictures of cats that look like Hitler.

I would so-o-o-o like to tear these felines to shreds.

Pancho Winter Wear.

My humans ordered me a coat today. That picture above is from the PetSmart website. Regular readers will know that I'm not crazy about wearing garments, but what the hell... it's been cold lately.

I think my alpha male makes some rather salient points about it in his blog post today. Yes, that's right friends... I'm finally introducing you to my human.

If you think I'm foul-mouthed, just wait'll you get a load of his rantings.

Strange Picture.

Another weird pic from the internet. So what's the deal here?

Either he's a super-bad-ass dog that requires the power of a helicopter to keep him under control, or...

Those guys in the chopper have just lassoed him and are going to hang him to death, or...

The helicopter is a rescue unit and the dog is merely leading them to the well where Jimmy has fallen.

Any ideas?