Being Diesel

So I had my first round of Puppy-Distemper shots…well let’s just say it was more effective than collagen.  My people were on the ball and got it all taken care of but several shots later and a well meant growl/snarl/snap for the vet I can say definetly not cool…

By Saturday I felt better, the lips were a little less Mick Jagger and a little more Steven Tyler so I was ready to rock and roll with my adoring public.  I got my familly to break out the formal skull collar bling and we hit the road (of course we had pupperazzi tailing us so had to keep a low profile).    

The farmers market, a dog shop, another dog shop, and lunch at the Old Salty Dog gotta stick with the theme - it’s all about me after all.  There were lots of adoring public - I even had people asking to take my photo and I gave out lots of autograph licks.

The Old Salty Dog was cool, I got my own dog bowl, and of course they put us at the best table in the joint.   Did I mention the crazy lady that thought I was a cat on a leash…dude pulllease as if a cat would have my suave style.

Then things got snoozy again, apparantly Puffy KidD was still not quite over the shots and I relapsed quicker than Lindsey Lohan - next thing you know I was sleeping around town more than Paris H.

I even gave Big Daddy’0 a break… and BigB joined me as well (even a big ole’dog player like BigB needs some beauty rest).

That’s all for now, I’m doing much better now, even managed to sink my teeth into a few things and trash the place rockstar style…

Peace and Paws Out!

Kid D