I’m back. Have you missed me? What a stupid question. Of course you have!  Two years is a long time to go without your Toodles fix.

It’s Daddy’s fault you haven’t heard from me. He hogs the computer to write those books of his. On a good day, I’m lucky to sneak online long enough to update my Dogbook status. I haven’t checked my Bitches-N-Heat profile for weeks. No telling what that dreamy little Papillon I’ve had my eye on thinks. He’s adorable. I’d love to have his puppies, except I think he’s been fixed, too.

Hooking up is one thing. Living with another dog is more than I want to take on. I refuse to share my treats, toys, or Daddy with another dog. Period.

Oh. That’s right. Some of you don’t know I dumped Tico. We’re still friends, though, and get together now and then so Anneedabus and Daddy can play. It’s not their fault we couldn’t make it work.

It just occurred to me that some of you don’t know me. I’m sorry. Life can be so unfair. You can learn more about me here. But now you at least know who I am, and maybe one day, we’ll be able to sniff each other’s butts.

Bwarfarfarfarfarf!

Like I’d ever let a dog or person I didn’t know get that close to me. A girl can’t be too careful these days. Adorable little chihuahuas like me get dognapped all the time.

I’ve got to go, but you’ll hear from me again. Daddy and I have reached an agreement. He says that as long as I don’t share the pictures I took of him researching sex scenes for his next novel, I can write the occasional guest post. Sounds fair to me.

Until next time,

Chi-ao!