Gerty MacDogell meets her canine friends in a wooded location that must remain undisclosed (they break the local leash laws). They've formed a gang to combat common enemies. When the enemy is not near, the group dynamic sometimes breaks down into a pissing contest. Below, Gerty shares a daily accounting of life among the dogs:
Today they threw a party for the oldest of the owners. I saw them hand him a stuffed toy owl. I tried to reach for it to tear it up, but my owner wouldn't let me ... then what was it for? The cupcakes were chocolate so we couldn't even get in on that. What torture, cruel humans!
posted by gertie.macDOGell @ 12:37 PM
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Don't hate me because I'm beautiful ... my hair is sleek and black ... I've got the lean body of a greyhound, the curled tail of a sled dog and the ever-alert personality of a border collie ... I'm all work and no play ... Once, I caught a squirrel ... don't ask what happened.
