All by myself, don't wanna be, all by myself...anymore!!!

Well, it's been three days since Lacie left me to run back to Archie. I kinda thought I might hear something from her. An announcement of their upcoming nuptials (now that it is clear he is NOT joining an order of monks. Monkeys, maybe.) An apology for leaving me so suddenly without so much as a "see ya, chump!" Or even a snarl...

I spent the morning looking back at happier times...

Then I thought, "Petey my man, you've got to pull yourself together." Actually, that was what Mica said. He was tired of me wallowing around on the couch and wanted his favorite napping spot back.
So I high-tailed it over to Canine Styles and got myself a slick new hairdo. (Hee, mine cost $5 MORE than Mommy's!)  Don't I look nice? Even if it does look like my tail is now growing out of my head? Maybe Lacie left me for Archie because he has that polished show dog look. I'd show her the handsomeness behind the scruff.

Hey look! They even have a topiary outside that looks just like me! And once the ivy starts growing, it will look like me before I got stripped!

I was walking home down Bleecker Street, and even the store windows seemed to be mocking my failure at romance. Look at this one! It even has a handbag with a scene of Paris, mocking my one date as boyfriend and girlfriend with Lacie to France.

And then I saw this! 

A perfect Lacie. Portable, quiet, defanged. And unable to run away at a moment's notice. I couldn't tell if she had eyes, but if she did, she'd only have eyes for me.

I was all set to run into the store and buy her, when something stopped me in my tracks.

It was the memory of a little white and brown girl I'd just met at the dog run. Warm brown eyes, a love for chasing tennis balls. She didn't nip or growl at me, just wagged her little puppy tail. She didn't even complain when I gave her a cursory sniff. In fact, she sniffed me right back.

She was... BIANCA.

Puppy shots behind her and already to play with the big doggies. And no bad "flirting" habits yet. Hmmm, this might work out just fine after all. 

Good luck Archie and...I'm sorry, what was your name again?...oh yes! Lacie!

I'll be headed out to Las Vegas with my pack in a few days, but when I get back... 

"Well, Bianca, have you ever cruised the canals of Venice in a gondola?"

NOTE TO ASTA: By the way, I am NOT "one of those dogs." I was just deeply wounded by your so-called nurse friend (Isn't there a nurse's creed about "you will inflict no harm?") and need to get away from all the dating drama for a while and just be a boy dog with my mates. Scratch ourselves freely, groom our private parts in public, fart without apology. I don't know if girls get it.

Why don't you rally the bitches, errr, girl dogs and have a pajama party? Watch "When Hairy Met Sally," paint your claws, and do each other's hair. I think Mommy may still have some facial masks you can use.