I only took pictures of dirt.

If I were to qualify the success of Dirt Nite by how many collective bars I caused 3 dogs to drop, or wrong discriminations I sent then into, I would have to say it was somewhat of not a success. To the point of rattling my cage somewhat of how did I become such a train wreck of a handler overnight. But you know, part of The Secret says think positive to get a new bike or your millionaire mansion or your ranch. So I would say last night, there was a huge success in amounts of dirt! Also, someone brought a cake. I'm no Stella Ramone doomsayer over here, magic Secret of millionaire ranches.


And having nothing to do with dirt, the lady who fostered Gustavo before he was mine, all mine, called me and said she has another one Just Like Him! Except actually is blonde and weighs 8lbs and has short fur and is a chihuahua. And a girl. So maybe not so much like him. But is fast and a spit fire and loveable and sweet like him. And, we keep this on the down low, very obedient and possibly a teensy bit s-m-a-r-t-e-r. She's in Santa Cruz. Email me if you're interested.