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~

Wednesday, November 15, 2006


Coming up! Lily's Aunt Lucinda arrives in Lincoln Park to help care for the adopted hyena cubs. "Vicious threats and electrical shock never hurt anybody," she claims. (Photo by J.M. Hilton) Posted by Picasa


Morey the Mutt's column makes no sense, meaning it's soon to become a major motion picture. Enjoy our latest installment, and to immerse yourself in Morey, please check out our archives at: 22/10/2006, 24/09/2006, 25/06/2006, 04/06/2006, 14/05/2006, 16/04/2006, and 12/02/2006. (Photo by Beth Javens) Posted by Picasa

Monday, November 13, 2006


Lily recovers from 'avian distemper' at her leisure...and in Nepal. (Photo by J.M. Hilton) Posted by Picasa


Gracie the coachdog has plenty to impart to old friends in last week's installment of Pride&Poop. To read the entire story, please check out the following archives: 9/07/2006, 17/09/2006, 15/10/2006, and 12/11/2006. (Photo by J.M. Hilton) Posted by Picasa


Sonja the seal befriends a real turkey in international waters. (Photo by Beth Javens) Posted by Picasa


Lizzy (or is it LuLu?) takes to her heels and heads south (or is it north?) as Pride&Poop concludes. For the entire sordid tale, please check our archives under the following: 9/07/2006, 17/09/2006, and 15/10/2006. (Photo by J.M. Hilton) Posted by Picasa

PRIDE&POOP by Jane Airedale (and LuLu)

Rosebud the mare was out in the fields, nibbling on sweet May grass, when she glanced up just in time to behold an old friend coming her way.

"Why, Gracie the coachdog!" Rosebud neighed. "I haven't seen you around here since last September. "How are you, my dear, and how is life on the highway?"

The attractive black-and-white dog, whose most salient claim to beauty was one cornflower blue eye and another of the deepest brown, barked a merry greeting. "I have been up to London and seen some friends of yours," said she.

"Really?" Rosebud twitched her ears and abandoned the grass. "Of whom do you speak, my dear?"

Gracie sat down close by Rosebud's hooves and smiled a broad, rakish smile. "Why, that naughty cat Wickham, of course, and along with him two hounds well-known to these parts -- namely Miss Lydia Beagle and her dear friend Loutie."

Story continued below....