GASP!

I know! I know! She never lets me post! But I'm going to try to sneak some stuff in!

I'm biting my foot here! I see that slide.com is going away on March 6! That means I lose my guestbook with all those cool pictures and messages on my blog! I know that lot of you humans and doogs have/had this guestbook. Has anyone solved how it can be transferred someplace else? Will I lose my 155 perfect friends' messages and faces?

Oh woe is Perfect me!!!! Losing that cool slide show will be a huge blow to my Perfect ego!!!!

So much stuff has happened in all this time.

Perfect me saved the Woman's life when two freaking pitbulls attacked us! I floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee, let me tell you!!!

My cat brother died too. What a blow!!!! I still cram my perfect butt into his little bed. It sticks to my butt when I get up but I don't care.I sleep with my chin on his bed all the time too, like in the picture above. I miss him! Dang cats! They get to you!

So can any of you doogs, if you still read me, which you probably dont, tell me what you are doing with your guestbook slide shows???

Merry Christmas to my dog and cat friends and other species too!

I luv yas even if The Woman won't let me post and still gives me those same crappy biscuits.

Me and my cats Mojo, Roni and $nack made this just for you. We're so hot! Give it about a half a minute to load, don't be impatient puppies! You know I'm worth it!

Personalize funny videos and birthday eCards at JibJab!

Boy, I sure am a lucky dog!

I've been gone from blogging for a year and my last post was on March 19 of last year, which happens to be my Perfect Birthday. So whodathunk that some of you guys would still stop by to wish me happy birthday this year too! But sure enough, there you were, wishing me Happy Birthday in the post below this one. So I figured the woman would melt a little and let me blog today. I mean, you guys went the extra mile for me, right?

Of course, being a Perfect Collie, who could blame you? I'll have you know I am 4 years old now, which means I'm still young enough to catch a squirrel, which I haven't done as yet. But when I do, it's gonna be Bonsai!!!, let me tell you!

I hope you doods and doodettes of all species are all doing well. I have been gone so long I don't even know how to blog anymore, thanks to The Woman.

Just because I love you all, here's a video of me about to get the crap beaten out of me by the Grey Ghost.

Not that I wasn't asking for it or anything, right? But the woman was egging me on! You can tell!

I hope you don't notice the very end where we both jump off the couch and you can hear me whining while he beats the snot out of me. I begged her to cut that part out but she said, No Tosca! Everyone should hear how you whine!

Ok so here I am sulking and moanind with a duckie after he was done wiping the floor with me. I hope you are all satisfied. Let me tell you, living with this cat is hell. Well, okay, I love him, but that's only because I'm stupid.

Today's my birthday!

Where's my present????

Let Sleeping Collies Lie

My cousins Essex and Deacon over at Key West Collies said that we Collies have to come up with Sleeping Collie pictures. Something about showing Sheltie people that we Collies look just as cute sleeping. Just a lot bigger with needle noses.

The thing is, I gotta confess, I never sleep alone. Usually I am sleeping with my cat Mojo. He's a pain in the Collie butt, but he's a great sleeping companion, let me tell you. Sometimes, my brother Roni joins in too. The only time $nack sleeps with me is when she has plans to trick me, but that's a whole nuther story.

So here ya go Key Westers. Here's Perfect Me and my cat Mojo, copping some ZZzzzzzzzzzs.

Sometimes, I sleep and he cleans me up, which is very cool. He doesn't like me cleaning him up though because he says my spit is sticky and then turns stiff.

This is The Woman's favorite picture of me in bliss.

The Woman calls this a Pile-Up

Ok now, here's what I call a series. Me, trying to sleep and Mojo minding my business. Note the horrified look on my face. How humiliating.

....And here I am sleeping with my large frog friend.

I got an award!

I didn't even do anything and I got an award from cousins Essex and Deacon over at Keywest Collies.

I mean I didn't do a thing. But that's not MY fault. It's The Woman. She is just too busy for me!

Tosca, she yammers, I am too busy to dog blog.

Tosca, she groans, Stop Whining, it is not becoming of a Collie to whine.

I'm telling you, if somebody doesn't get me out of this place, I am going to just run away. Right after winter's over, though. I mean it's rough out there. A Perfect Collie would ruin her fur and stuff. So yeah, that's it. Spring. She'll see. Boy is she gonna be sorry. I'm gonna jump the fence and go see the Old Man behind us. He always gives me chunks of ham and other good stuff that The Woman never gives me.

The stuff he gives me tastes better than those crappy biscuits she gives me anyways. And I don't even have to do fifty thousand tricks to get good stuff off the old man! Over here everying is NILIF. Nothing in life is freeeeeeee, Tosca. Blah Blah Blah. I have to practically paint a room just to get a biscuit. Over at the Old Man's place, he just says, "Tosca you're such a pretty girl! Here's ham!". Tell me THAT isn't a better deal!

Ok ok, I may not be able to take my cat Mojo with me. I mean he could come along, but I know Mojo. He gets to sleep on the bed, while I have to sleep on the floor. He gets the best food. When she cuts up chicken, Mojo gets it first in his own dish. I have to sit there like a beggar while she throws pieces at my mouth. I mean, let's face it, Mojo Rules around here anyhow. Why would he leave?

Ok so I digressed. I can do that. It's my blog. Anyways, here is the cool award I got

It's foreign! Foreign countries love Perfect Collies too, you know! It means:

"This blog invests and believes in PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time and
relationships!"

In other clearer words, "These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."

You would think a taco would come with this or something. Even a burrito would be good, but nope. I just get the award. But that's ok. Awards are good. It just that you can't eat them. Well, you COULD eat them but then you wouldn't be able to prove you got an award. Besides, I'm lucky anybody pays any attention to me at all anymore, much less gives me an award. So thanks, Cousin Doogs!

I'm 'sposed to give it to eight other doogs but nobody talks to me anymore because I'm never around and I swear I'm biting my foot right now. So if you want this award, just let me know that you still love me and I will give you the award AND a taco.

Happy New Year!

Man, I'm gonna get me some of that egg nog stuff!

We all got some last year but Mojo threw it up. Then I ran right over and ate it so The Woman wouldn't have to do any cleaning. It was a little warm but still good, right? So I got double my share. I hope all three of my cats throw up their egg nog tonight.

The woman says I can post This Link To Times Square, Live Stream, so you can all watch fifty zillion nutballs hang out in the cold to watch some ball fall down at midnight. Man, I wish I was allowed to go there. I bet everbody is gonna drop tons of snacks out of their frozen hands.