Cramping Our Style

Alright. Before I say anything else, just let me say that Asta and I both love our families very much. She has her mommi & daddi, and I have my girl, and... well... they're DRIVING US NUTS!!! Everywhere we go, there they are. Asta and I can't get a moment alone.

We decided to have a little game of love tug, and who was there? You guessed it, the pupparazzi (in the form of Asta's mommi & my girl).

So, we've resorted to making up excuses to leave the apartment together. We told them that we wanted to skip out and grab a hotdog. No big deal, right? NoooOOooo! They had to come along with us and "capture the moment" on film.

Seriously. Would you want your own hooman girl or your girlfriend's parents with you everywhere you go?

Even the little dachshund in the background there yelled to us as he walked by, "DUDE! You've gotta ditch the parents, man!" I can only assume he was talking about my girl and Asta's parents. It was obvious our date was a little crowded, even to that hotdog on 4 legs.






Don't get me wrong. I know I'm not the only guy in Asta's life. (Believe me. I couldn't forget it even if I wanted to... and I DON'T. I mean... Asta's dad's a wonderful chaperone. I'm sure our dates wouldn't be half so much fun if I didn't catch an occasional glare from him reminding me that I better treat his baby girl right.)

The other day we walked all the way to Washington Square Park because I thought I might be able to get a good swim in in the fountain.

There I was, ready to spring right into it when, FWAP! My leash snapped taught and my girl hauled me off of the fountain's side to show me the sign that read, "No dogs in the fountain." Asta's parents agreed with my girl, and said they didn't want to see me get hauled into jail for breaking the law. See all those kids playing in the fountain?

This little girl looks pretty disgusted with something, don't you think? Well, if you think it's her sandwich that's got her making that face you'd be wrong. She was disgusted with how much the hoomans were smothering us. (Seriously. I stopped to ask her opinion.) What do they think we ARE? A couple of pups just weaned from our mamas? Are their lives so empty that they can only fill it with OUR social lives?

Here's a prime example. This is technically not a photo of me. It's a photo of my girl taking a photo of me. Guess who took it. Go ahead. Guess. It was Asta's mommi. If Asta's daddi had a camera with him you would probably be seeing a photo of Asta's mommi taking a photo of my girl taking a photo of me! SHEESH!

I began to refuse to cooperate on their photo shoots.

Once I got Asta involved in my plan it was next to impossible to get a good photo of us.

We made one last-ditch effort to sneak away for a few minutes of alone time. We said we'd go get gelato for everyone and bring it back. As you can see, not only did the hoomans come with us, but they insisted on feeding us as if we can't use a spoon ourselves to eat gelato.

Once again I refused to be part of their evil plan to keep us from being alone.

As you can see, I held firm but Asta pretty much caved. I can't really blame her, though. It IS gelato.

When we returned to Asta's house my girl could tell something was up, so she asked Asta how she likes having the 3 hoomans along for all of our excursions. Here's what Asta had to say:

I'm seriously considering contacting the NYPD about taking out a temporary restraining order that keeps the hoomans away from our dates. Hopefully it won't come to that.

Despite the hardship of the constant chaperones, Asta and I are having a great time together. I've never been so happy or so tired in my life!

Goober love,

Stanley & Asta

Pee S

You won't be hearing from us for a day or so. We're going to Boston Sunday to visit Agatha & Archie (and to meet up with Sophie La Brador), and then we'll be stopping by to see Maggie and Mitch on our way back here on Monday. WooOoHoOOOo!