miso and magic green chopsticks!

you can see from the look in my eyes, the sincerity with which i feel true and great love for bok-choy and yuba (tofu skin) miso soup. to be honest, i like cabbage miso soup too.

and i LOVE my magic green chopsticks. i wish i could use them myself with my own paws! but meanwhile don't mind relying on the kindness of......well the kindness of marlena. she made the soup too. maybe i'll get her to post soup recipe on my blog??? very simple though: add a spoonful of miso at the end of simmering a simple vegetable soup. don't know what it is that makes me bow-wow-wow!

eating bok choy-yuba miso soup with my magic green chopsticks

waiting for inspiration...

i know, i know, some of you have been somewhat skeptical, does Jake REALLY write his own blog?

in the name of journalistic truth, here is a pic of me at the computer, waiting for inspiration, and getting ready to tap out my Jake's Doggie Bag.

here i am writing my blog

thank god the lipstick is fading....

those of you who wrote in saying that I looked embarassed with my little collection of pink lipstick kisses, well, the answer is twofold: of course i was a little embarassed, who wouldn't be covered with such pink-kissy-ness? excuse me, its a guy thing. would YOU go out like that? i thought not.

but also, you know, i'm pretty good about showing several emotions: i do embarassed quite well.

and i also do sly. sometimes i can look sooooo embarassed. and other times i can look sooooo sly.

perhaps i should be an acting dog, that is, a dog acting, not acting like a dog. that i can do cause thats what i am. but my repertoire is limited; embarssed and sly pretty much covers it. then there is the keen and eager look when i hear the word walkies.

anyhow the lipstick has finally faded away and i've got my dignity back. good news, eh folks?

kisses, kisses all over me!

kisses all over me, can you see the ones on my head? oy! its not good for a guys street cred, i'm telling you, if jackson or alfie or mutley see me like this, i'll have to give them a little bite to keep em from laughing at me. but whatcha gonna do? she loves me. and she feeds me chicken. i guess thats worth a little smooching.

I wonder who's eating from her doggy bag now....

I miss her....oh i know i might look as happy-go-lucky as always, but in my heart i do miss her. i miss playing bottoms up and drag along the floor with her for one thing. also meals are not nearly as good.

there she is in italy, a country filled with affectionate dogs. is she thinking of me or has she been frolicking with, say, a pack of hounds on a buffalo mozzarella farm?

i wonder who's eating from her doggy bag now....

signed, one kinda sad jake