Yo so this weekend me and cheesedork went to Oscar's birthday in Runyon Canyon. He is not very original with da venues -- as you may remember our fog friend had his birthday there last year. Anyways, it was a pretty cool scene. What was extra fun was that mom was playin with me -- throwin the ball for me to chase. But after a while this bitch was mad tired -- it was 80 degrees n I was damn hot underneath my bad ass fur coat. So I laid myself down in the grass in the hill with the ball -- so as I could be sure everybody was stayin in line and so I could make sure nobody else got to play with my shit. Anyways, what do you know but some fat ass never get hiked pup starts heading over to my turf. So, you know, I just kinda flashed my teeth, like the International code for PRIVATE PROPERTY, BIZNITCH BACK YO ASS UP. So I don't know if this ho be blind or dumb or chester, but she kept on coming toward my valuable goods: THE BALL. So I had to lay the shit down!!!! I chased her ass back down the hill and yeah, that's right, I gave her a little bite on the side, too. Not to hurt her. Just to say, Yo. Stella wuz here.
Anyway, after that shit Mom was not too pleased. She had a face like when she catches Dad napping when he is supposed to be washing the dishes. She scolded me in front of my friends and ran around collecting all the other balls and putting them away where I couldn't protect them. And when it was time to cut the dog cake, Mom said loudly for everybody to hear, I don't think you deserve any dog cake, Stella. But she gave it to me anyway because I think she felt bad depriving me of food that I actually need while she was shoveling in the Funfetti cupcakes and artichoke dip and onion dip and tortilla chips and brownies and, of course, Diet Coke.
After the party we went to Griffith but Chester was so tired from bein in the sun and eating food and wandering away at Doodle's party that Mom had to carry him for part of the trail.
If you wanna see this bitch in action, click on da link below:
