tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59522442011-08-29T16:17:28.267-07:00fIvE pound DoG thoughtsThe inner workings of the mind of Malcolm, distinguished canine.Lisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1126755575602113712005-09-14T20:19:00.000-07:002005-09-19T12:33:48.820-07:00Log 011:I apologize for my lack of communication. I have been underground for well over one year, conducting my work for the CLARM (Chihuahua Liberation and Respect Movement) as I worked tirelessly to be a voice for my brethren and sisters who cannot speak for themselves. My work with CLARM has taken me to the far corners of this world, and I have held tiny puppies in my cold-fusion arms and Lisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1078722066912565462004-03-07T21:01:00.000-08:002004-03-07T21:04:12.233-08:00Log 010:
At 0400 hours on Saturday, under the auspices of "sleeping on the bed all night with my owner," I planted the behavior modification device on her as she slept. As planned, it fit neatly into the crevice behind her left ear. Only a small amount of anesthesia was needed, as I made the initial incisions between nerve clusters.
How gullible they can be, yes? I do not mean to use my powersLisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1077641469886074042004-02-24T08:51:00.000-08:002004-02-24T08:53:57.340-08:00Log 009:
It occurred to me that I have been neglecting this journal, and therefore I have come here to document some of the recent goings-on in my intellectual journey. Time is of the essence, however. As I type this, a vitamin-fortified raisin loaf is rising in the oven, and I need to be sure not to allow the loaf to overstay its time in the 350 degree enclosure.
I have taken up cooking, it Lisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1072758852104699782003-12-29T20:34:00.000-08:002003-12-29T20:34:29.256-08:00Log 008:
A very Merry Christmas to me, indeed.
I can effectively sum up the Yuletide festivities in three words, my dear readers:
Sequined Bow Tie.
On Christmas morning, the family spent a solid ten minutes laughing over the white, Velcro(TM) bowtie that Tricia bestowed upon my fearless owner for the sole purpose of humiliating me. Lisa attached it around my neck immediately upon opening the Lisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1070643757546663112003-12-05T09:02:00.000-08:002003-12-05T09:02:48.770-08:00Log 007:
In the name of exploration, I have given much. I have sacrificed time, energy, and relationships with fellow canines and humans alike. I have been so driven by my desire to explore a new concept in engineering; or to complete a philosophical thought-process that I have forgone eating and sleeping in my drive for excellence. Yesterday, I sacrificed some wayward tufts of fur along with myLisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1069437426080444222003-11-21T09:57:00.000-08:002003-11-21T09:57:12.866-08:00Log 006:
It has been roughly a week since I was subjected to a visit to the groomers. While I was shrewdly disappointed by the lack of professionalism by the staff-- the groomer was, after all, wearing a polyester/nylon blend smock with snaps up the front, for goodness' sake-- I was pleasantly surprised by the sensation of being given a bath by one experienced in the nuances of canine bathing. Lisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1068064834788842432003-11-05T12:40:00.000-08:002003-11-05T12:40:37.810-08:00Log 005:
I would have preferred to spend an evening in quiet contemplation the past Monday night. The autumn season has begun, and I have been enjoying a leisurely stroll through the backyard, letting the cooler November winds tousle my hair and chill my feet. I look forward to spending the afternoon in the cooler air and then retiring to the cabernet-colored couch in the evening, where I relax Lisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1066927970450097002003-10-23T09:36:00.000-07:002003-10-23T09:52:49.943-07:00Log 004:
I am in need of a bath. I am curious as to when the next one might happen. Lisa seems distracted of late; by things such as watching movies, reading some large tome with a boy wizard's likeness on the cover (it looks positively ridiculous) and, I shudder to say, walking Callie in the dead of night. My general hygiene is taking a backseat to her folly, and I am very displeased.
Would Lisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1066683414206875192003-10-20T13:47:00.000-07:002003-10-20T13:56:53.603-07:00Log #003:
Lisa has recently attached a basket on her bike handlebars and I am happy to report that I am now mobile.
I enjoy using my mental capabilities to persuade her to ride me around Scottsdale. I am able to observe many goings-on and happenings this way. I keep a watchful eye on the duck situation down at the lake (are they becoming overpopulated? Are they keeping their surroundings neat Lisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1066407597792824212003-10-17T09:04:00.000-07:002003-10-17T09:19:57.723-07:00Log 002:
I was reading Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew last night, and I realized I had more than a passing fancy for the character of Kate. How fiery, how full of zest she seemed. If I were to meet a female-- human or otherwise-- with that sort of joie de vivre, I would be a very happy gentleman, indeed. Ahh, Shakespeare.
For the record, I wanted to state that I do not appreciate the Lisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1066339645847831232003-10-16T14:26:00.000-07:002003-10-16T14:27:25.710-07:00I, for one, would never do THIS. Lisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952244.post-1066338174893726772003-10-16T13:52:00.000-07:002003-10-16T14:02:55.010-07:00Log #001:
Today I believe I will lounge about in the afternoon sun. Perhaps I shall work on that compressed natural gas engine I found discarded behind the shed. They don't know I have it. I have been keeping this engine a secret for ages now. But, God willing, soon I will complete the work on the manifold and get it running. It will be perfect for the 1947 Ford truck I have squirrelled away Lisa Armsweathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818438226434601465noreply@blogger.com0