LuLu's Desperate House Dogs (formerly the Bow Wow Blog)
LuLu's Desperate House Dogs is a blog about an eccentric little Beagle named LuLu, who, along with her sister Sadie (a Whippet/Terrier/Beagle blend), writes the lurid Puppies in Lust series, and absorbs local color in an idyllic, off-the-leash, canine-centered village known as Lincoln Park~
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What's going on? I just posted! Poof, it's gone?
Jean,
LDHD went over the limit for posting categories. We are, in other words, allowed only so many pictures with comments next to them. Otherwise, the blog doesn't work right.
Please feel free to continue posting whenever, and since the blog may be moving along at a slightly faster pace than before, also feel free to consult our Archives~
The Eye On The Park:
It was a wild day in Lincoln Park, starting off with a massive protest by unlicensed and imported canines, all supporting Spencer the spaniel for Summer King, and all shouting for Wendy the Chipmunk's blood.
Halfway to the courthouse, Wendy Little and her entourage of lawyers were attacked by two Canadian cur-dogs, and sent scurrying, in fear for their lives, back to the woods.
"How dare that little twit accuse His Majesty of sexual harassment," snarled a Chinese hairless from Toronto, while a Chihuahua from Guadalajara explained why he was attending: "Spencer has promised to find us all good homes," he said. "I can't wait to get adopted."
"I can't wait to get adopted by Salma Hayek," said his companion, who also said his name was Chico, and who described himself as a citizen of the world.
Local revolutionary, Shamus O'Possum, attempted to read the first chapter of his new book, "From the Leaf Pile," to the crowd of angry canines, but he was immediately set upon by two outraged Alpine Dachsbrackes and a mixed breed named Eddie, who said he was from Chicago and just in town overnight.
Mr. O'Possum was taken by ambulance to the Animal ER. His condition is not known at this time.
"I feel that things went rather well for my client," said Dacia the schnauzer, attorney for Spencer the spaniel. She attended the riot wearing a sleek leather jacket, and a Swarovski peridot dog necklace from the Gilded Paw.
"We are now certain that all charges against my client will be dropped and his semi-good name restored."
"Does anybody know where Salma Hayek lives?" asked Chico the Chihuahua of no one in particular.
(Developing.....)
Spencer, you an independant?
Where is the Asp in all of this? I miss her.
I'm right here, Fiver, and willing to reconsider our relationship.
Fiver, you are about to be so screwed.
Please tell the truth. Is the Gilded Paw a real place?
The Eye On The Park:
The park was virtually empty today, mainly as it was raining. And this wasn't a nice spring or summer rain; it was a cold, wintery rain, the kind of rain that makes the pads of your feet feel clammy and makes your coat smell like a kennel run that needs a good cleaning.
Dacia the schnauzer had agreed to an interview, and she met TEOTP under the beach tree next to the lake, dressed impeccably, as always, in a Diva a la LuLu raincoat from the Gilded Paw, and wearing a brand new Tiergarten collar from Barker and Meowsky.
TEOTP cut to the chase. "What is Spencer going to do about all the homeless dogs milling around in the park?" we asked.
"Why, find them homes, of course," she replied. "Most of these dogs are political refugees, don't you know?"
Political refugees?
She nodded sagely. "Consider this, the majority of these dogs dug under a fence or made it past a gate because they were leading oppressed lives, serving dictators. All they wanted was a chance for freedom and a great romp in the park."
And none of this had anything to do with keeping King Spencer out of jail?
She twitched an ear, calling attention to a "She's So Fake" Ego Magnetic faux diamond earring from the "High Maintenance Bitch" collection sold at the Gilded Paw.
"A made-up story," she assured us.
"And the persistent rumors about a lack of food and shelter for the canines?"
"Completely unconfirmed. In fact, we've already placed many of the dogs."
"But not with Salma Hayek," snarled a tiny Chihuahua who hot-padded by us, in pursuit of a highly annoyed duck.
"Well," said Dacia, smiling faintly as she gently nosed her Cherry Chewy Vuitton purse from Barker and Meowsky, "we can't have everything, now can we?"
(Developing.....)
Molly....Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. And in this case, it's really, really true. So, heads up, all you bitches who love to shop!
The Gilded Paw is an outfit out of Westlawn, Pennsylvania, and the name alone makes their online catalog worth at least a glance and a pant.
Barker & Meowsky is a store in Chicago, and they, too, have a wonderful line of goodies for dogs and cats.
If you decide to shop at either store, be sure to tell them LuLu sent you -- not because we're getting any remuneration from them -- we're not. Not even a lousy chew toy! But it never hurts to spread around those doggy licks and kisses, right?
I promise to visit Barker and Meowsky the next time I go to Chicago.
We also know you meant to spell beach tree as beech tree.
Did we ever have a relationship, Asp? What about Mr. Possum?
Hi, lulu, and thanks for the information about the Gilded Paw.
I looked them up -- oh, my! Very impressive.
thanks for supporting barker&meowsky. ilive in chicago.yea!!
What happened to LuLu's puppy?
Lulu never had a puppy!
I had puppees.
Only the mental giants read this blog.
You in MENSA, Anon?
This blog has realy changed. There are more storeys and I like it. Loved the storey about Sam Spade best.
Thank you.
When do I get plagiarized?
Thanks for posting my dogs pictures!
Emily Bronte,
Plagiarism? Honey, you couldn't get plagiarized these days if you got down on your scrawny Victorian knees and begged for it.
Anyway, we always liked your sister, Charlotte, better.
We got them homes.
KEN IS STILL ON THIS BLOG????????
Yep. As regular as a guy on a prune diet.
Spence, you in the K-mans for real? Iknow people there's love a dog with boss. LOL.
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