this unemployment business is getting to be a bit much.
thankfully i have the patience of a saint.
saint luna

happy birthday to me (and crazel)

im 7 now, shes 4.
guess it means i should get used to her being around.

happy birthday to me, ole!

working is lots of fun...

here i am at work.


sometimes i get pretty tired, thats most likely from the GDL
(God Damn Lyme)


sometimes its very hard to keep my eyeball open


but i sure do love a workday.

unravelling : week five

this week we examine the face.
i must say my favorite feature is my eye.
since i only have one, that makes it even more special.

i am unravelling

dang

i just realized a month has slipped between my paws and i have not updated my dlog. theres still so much of my story to tell. but i have been swamped as im working from home lately. so much to do. so many to keep in line. its a dogs life.
see you soon.

Allow Me To Set The Scene

i realize my coworker is rather incompetent, so i am taking matters into my own hands and from now on I will be the one posting and uploading onto this dlog, not some messmaker posing as me, Luna Martinez.



As you can see, im more than a little ticked off.
Its cold here, and the cats can really drive me batty. Lord knows why the coworker decided to bring me to this godforsaken land of salty water, but alas, she did, and here i am.

But a little back-story:
My name is Luna Martinez, bandito de Mexico. I lost my left eye in the Great War out West, and when i came-to, i found myself wandering a ranch outside of Las Vegas, New Mexico, looking for work. I secured a steady job as a ranch hand, but it seems some of the herd was a bit put-off by my dangling eyeball, so i went to the VA Hospital to have this matter taken care of.
Soon after i was interviewed by the local paper and even by the big city (Santa Fe) periodicals, where they wrote rather detailed accounts of my life and my work.
This is where my coworker read my tale of woe and decided to interview me. Upon meeting i knew we would make a great team, and obviously she could not refuse my talents, for we set up an appointment and she hired me. (Although we drew up a contract later which states in no uncertain terms that she is in fact my coworker and NOT my boss).

for valentines day ill have an order of eggplant rolatini

feed it to me correctly with a silver spoon

then i may love you

this is me, luna martinez, as i work in the outback of the high desert of northern new mexico.

Welcome to my Dogblog ("dlog," if you will)

but the question remains:

can i eat it?