more fun times with tug

he's a heavyweight and i'm a featherweight- playing is cool, but let's forget that boxing ring, ok? i'd be pulverized into a flattened pile of zebby bones ... but as i said before, tug is like me, a lover and not a fighter (thank god)

my best buddies-> tugboat & lil' business

my cool friends tugboat aka tug aka bob & lil' business aka business came over last week for poker night and some all around rough-housing on the roof / tug is built like an intimidating bouncer; a heavyweight, you know , the ones that throw you out on the street if you are causing trouble-- truth is, he is a gentle giant, but it's good to have him in your circle of friends (especially for a small guy like me) he has a presence, and really lets the gooey saliva fly when it's hot- i've been slimed on more than one occasion, having my full face totally engulfed by gooey tug slobber // lil' business is fluffy and cool and a lot of fun- what a jokester// he let's the one-liners fly and we are all on our backs engulfed in belly laughs , snorting, and running and having the time of our lives,,

i'm insulted by the dog whisperer

greetings/// i have to say it;s damn HOT out and my little nose and pushed in face can't take the heat...so i am lounging in the A/C pondering some things that have been bothering me... i happened to catch an episode of "the dog whisperer" last night, and that guy// what's his name - cesar or something, really pissed me off. his hypothesis that dogs live in the moment and don't have memories is completely off-base and is a total insult. i like to think that my brain and memory tank are very acute, much more so, then the average joe on the street. i remember EVERYTHING. every walk, every road trip, every belly scratch, every small morsel of turkey sausage i ever ate- i remember my first bath, the people i pass on the street, who's mean & who's gentle, the mornings, the sunrises, sunsets, everywhere i've parked my fuzzy butt and looked around at the world and it's joys, it's madness and contradictions. This dog whisperer guy- he actually thinks that if you pull or kick a dog it takes him or her out of the red zone or some shit- what a masochist. let's just say- the guy is full of shit. he gives dogs a bad name- the oversimplification of our psyches is totally unfounded!

poetry is music to my (really big) ears

____greetings on this nasty icky rainy gray thursday. rain sucks! (more about that later) zebby here, and i wanted to share a wonderful poem that my good buddy stacy wrote on the subject of (ahem) Me. of course, i welcome any and all kinds of fanmail & love to spend parT of my evenings opening letters and reading postcards///
ee cummings happens to be one of my favorites as well as shel siverstein


zebby zebby
is a sweet lazy bebeh
he's good to hold and good to touch
and he'll walk when he's good and ready, thank you very much
he likes to plop in the grass on his little belly
and sometimes he'll leave a poopy that's smelly
a purebred he is cuz he ain't no mutt
when he walks on the street, he wiggles his butt

fantastic! & i just couldn't resist adding my own verse, zebby style:

zebby zebby
little fuzzy man with a plan
sniffing and snorting and fartin galore
sleeps like a meatloaf and lets out snorty snore
ball is god god is ball
chews through his smelly stick
sometimes likes to lick his dick
ziffy zorbster pippin chorby
zebby prances zebby dances
sniffs at the wind
screams at the skateboard punks
cuddles gorbles glibbles goobles
wants his belly lump rubbed
little crooked tail shoots out straight
on the way to the park
foo-foo-ing along the way
plopping pooping
what a day

2nd verse poem credit: zebedee

braces, veneers, bright white teeth...who needs them?

what is this country's obsession with straight teeth that are bright white and make your mouth look like it;s full of bleached cement? it's dumb and unnecessary. what the hell? i think my teeth are just perfect. perfect for chewing my bullystick- i can get a real grab hold for maximal torque because my teefs are craggly and small and crooked and cute. these buggers give me character and they are yellowy and look like helen keller was my orthodontist.

check out my shoes!

hi... zebby here // i wanted to show you my shoes---roof shoes, i mean shoes for the roof so i don't get my feet all ripped up and bloody and bad splinters and shit. now , i am the first to say that shoes for dogs is pretty stupid BUT i love my shoes and i can have a wonderful ball session up there now// of course, my stingy landlord won;t fix the awkward spaces and metal pokey things which can bust up a little guy like me when running around, so here i am and here are my shoes and Life is good.

dog, philosopher, observer of humanity (in no particular order)

greetings humans. my name is zebedee and i speak / well not exactly speak, but think, ponder, ideate, observe, pontificate / i speak in my mind eventhough all that comes out are farts, groans, gurgles and a low grade bark from time to time/ i have a lot to say, but have decided to write it down instead;;; see me? i;m cute... cute and soulful & i make little childen and grown men smile--- in fact, people pass me on the street and smile widely from just looking at my big eyes and little corkscrew tail, i shimmy, i strut, i glide along the streets of brooklyn dodging broken glass (more about that later) chicken bones, rat turds, lots of garbage, and scary cars that run red lights.

brooklyn is my home and it's a god-damned circus (more about that later) but its my home and i love it (and hate it) all at the same time/

the perfect hydrant.

photo credit: zebedee

now i don;t consider myself a "photographer" but i have to say, this shot is pretty sweeeet* my 100% favorite fire hydrant in brooklyn. it's beautiful & packed with a fantastic collection of smells collaged into one fine smelly buffet. imagine your favorite buffet- the finest meats, fishes, cheeses, gooey sauces,,, imagine the excitement that overtakes your body when you catch just one pungent whiff- welllllllllllllll, this hydrant is that for me. a grand & beautiful site. i mean,, i could just hang out sniffing it for hours-- and time...well it would just stand still. Heaven.

my main men, sam & sydney

sam & sydney are just too cool/ these guys are the best and they tell damn good jokes. sam's been around... an all-around wise guy and he's got some stories to tell / i just think his salt+pepper look is classy...brings me back to the days of sinatra and cool hats/ he told me his hips have been bothering him so he's been eating more eggs and that's making him feel a bit better--- i told him a little bit of turkey sausage and a piece of banana might do the trick...but he says he is on it/ i have a lot of respect for my older compatriots, so wise and soulful,,, been through the War and back-- he told us he even ALMOST ended up in the east river over the weekend become some drunk schmuck hooligan grabbed him and was messing around-- man, if i was there i would have been so damn pissed Respect the Elders! jesus... what's wrong with people these days? sydney is cool as shit and his coat is looking snazzy// he told me we should definitely hang more often...there's a lot of sniffing to be done/// i agree.

my best buddies-> charlie aka cman aka cool cat

charlie is one cool cat and he is my closest pal - a true adventurer, confidant, and all-around rambunctious little man. we run for hours on the grass, hide in the bushes/ play tag, sniff the worms and dirt and chase the flies. we hide under the deck, and runrunrun until out hearts pound with utter glee,, a day with charlie, is a day in heaven- he has a yard (i'm jealous) and can pee on the soft green grass on a daily basis// when i leave charlie's house i am done , toast, tired-as-shit, and i sleep like a 100 pound meatloaf and dream of fun we had// charlie aka c-man is the best friend you could have.... our snouts and basic body shape are so different, it's kind of amazing how he can snarf down a treat in a couple of gulps... he also doesnt care about the ball which is cool// so i can have more ball time and he is just happy chasing me

my best buddies-> river

river is beautiful, and sexy and blond. she smells so good and licks my ears and face and, well, i just love it* she lives in my building and we;ve shared birthdays together (she always eats my cake, but i really don't mind because i am not that into food) she is obsessed with balls (like me) and is just kind and graceful. river is one of my best buddies- she knows what brooklyn is like, and we;ve discussed the shortage of grass (sigh) and the noise (yikes) but we make the best of it// i love river and i have even told her that. i dont care for many dogs, but she is one i might even share my ball with// and that is saying a lot

the dreaded nut day, every dog's worst nightmare

what can i say, the day my nuts were cut off absolutely sucked beyond belief. i really dont know what the compulsion to do this is - they say health reasons or making you less aggressive or something... but i was never aggressive so whatever/// at least it is a not-so-fond memory now /////ouch ouch pain misery ///// i miss my nuts!

i'm tough and so are my pads

i'm tough and so are my pads. being a brooklyn-based dog, you have to be. everywhere you look, there are 100pound pit bulls on chains just waiting to tear out your heart and eat your meaty bits/// gasp/// lots of shady bullies and killing machines- i always have to look out for the big guys shiiit/// my pads have taken a beating since the days of soft and pink-- miles and miles of city sidewalks and rough streets gives them a toughness// i mean, this ain't no suburbs- grass is scarce for my feets

cute -adjective...attractive especially by means of smallness or quaintness, obviously contrived to charm, mentally keen; clever; shrewd,

blast from the past! look... this is me// when i moved to brooklyn/ i was only about 4 pounds or close to that- i smelled like a fresh baby and my pads were pink and soft;
now i hesitate to use the word "cute" as a description for myself- it seems shallow and almost an oversimplification of my true self,, but when i looked it up in the dictionary, i was excited to see it's more complex definition including charm, mentally keen, clever and shrewd - of course, these adjectives are right on the money