Non-Stop

Spuds would like to report in that best friend stuff is in full effect. He may or may not be engaging in any of the following activities:

-Sniffing around the Great Lakes
-Perfecting the art of middle management
-Dispelling myths about his lack of patriotism while waving a USA Lanyard from his pick-up truck
-barking at bitches wearing TuPac shirts and threatening to "freak" a variety of proper nouns "from behind"
-Continuing the ultimate Search: the procurement of a long torso-ed denim and/or elephant print onesie
-Appropriately expressing his N.C.I.Y.F. love

He will return from his temporary hiatus shortly.

Taco Therapy

Even Spuds has some moments that look like a far cry from anything that could be considered part of a best life ever. 

These are the moments that define a dog; that separate the typical, whining mutt from a pure bred party animal. These are the moments that Spuds lives for. The ones that call for extreme measures: non-stop afrocentric hip-hop, multi-hour rides on beach cruisers while donning windbreakers offering Thermonuclear Protection, and a special menu item that is sure to get your tail wagging--TACOS!

Spuds recognizes a gift from G-d when he sniffs one; and the power possessed in these little diddies have parted seas and inspired multiple social movements far and wide (most notably, a group of philanthropic bicycle gang members who bless those around them with the call of the Whistle Tip).

Just remember to go for the corn tortillas. Yep, I said it: corn. Spuds knows how to keep it authentic and he fully grasps that there is no room for gluten in a proper meal de Mexico. He also has a bit of a sensitive tummy when it comes to that stuff. He blames it on prison food, not genetics. (Spuds hates when people blame their parents for their own issues.)

Lucky enough to find yourself in NYC or the iLLadelph? Spuds has got you covered. If you're skateboarding through SoHo, Spuds heart belongs to La Esquina.  Pedealing through Philly? Make it a full Tour de Taco and stop at El Limon for some quality carnitas and free sangria before making your way down the Schyukill Path and treating yourself to Distrito's Taco Bar.

Note: taco therapy has been known to induce sudden outbursts of freestyling in spanglish. 

So roll up a fatty of carnitas and guac, check your rhyme and don't leave your wallet in El Segundo, fool; because the only thing taco therapy can't remedy is identity theft.

Woof, woof.

More Than Style

If there's one thing Spuds is good at, it's expressing himself through crew neck sweatshirts.

Take this gem, for example. 

Not only is he making an artistic statement, but he's also indirectly helping raise awareness around the world's endangered cetacean population. Personally, the moment I saw this Orca breeching across his belly I was inspired to donate to Greenpeace. How's that for action through art?

Move over, Christian Lassen. 

Ah, the art of best friend stuff:

Something else Spuds excels in is best friend stuff (curating perfect summer jamz mixes is really critical too; it’s worth nothing the mood is always necessary to set right at 81’F in mid-May, approximately 11:00am on a Thursday rollerskating while melting a blue Mr. Freeze ice pop so he can lick the juice with style AND ease.)  

Today, Spuds was inspired by the waxing poet Lauryn Hill when she harkens back to her formative days “writing my friends' names on my jeans with a marker,” inciting one pretty decent flashback to the inception of his bicycle gang a few summers back while he was in the slammer for said e90s rendezvous…ANYWAY he and the gang were tagging their bike tires in green-fresh-grass paint markers with insightful hyphy lyrics to reinforce their interminable friendship in a more sanitary manner than becoming blood brothers to celebrate the true meaning of life, indubitably best friend stuff.

Arf, arf.

Fiesta Packs

Spuds knows about fun times. Particularly about how to turn a normal fun time into a marathon fun time. 


Spuds is also good at being prepared. Besides being highly effective in his personal and professional life, he's one organized party animal. 


If there's one quintessential item that you need in order to be ready to rock at all times, it's a quality fiesta backpack. 


Here's a few of Spuds' current favorites:

Note the lack of excess pockets on these packs. Spuds knows that two things never go out of style: simplicity and Aztec-inspired prints. He's good like that. He also hates losing his stuff in hidden pockets. Seriously--who needs those?


Contents depend on your personal style, but Spuds insists that these basic necessities should never be missing from a party pack: a toothbrush, jimmy caps, and a scented candle to leave as a housewarming gift.


Spuds' mother taught him well.


Woof, woof.

He's Baaaaaack

..a snippet of a day in the life of Spuds.

 This was before his run-in with Donald Wahlberg. Sure, Mark is a nice enough guy when he's not threatening to beat the snot out of Andy Samberg, however, his brother plays a dirty game of frisbee.

If there's one thing that gets under Spuds fur, it's cheating. He just won't stand for it. Long story, short--Spuds has a moral streak and he uses his teeth in the name of justice. They had a bit of a run-in back in 1995 and things didn't turn out so well for New Kid On The Block's token bad boy. Even worse, poor Spuds landed himself in the hands of the law.

For the past 16 years he's paid his dues in Venice Beaches nastiest K-9 Correctional facility. Now the pooch named the "Dean of Partyology" is back to offer his insights and learnings to all of us two-legged laymen.

So bust open a cold one, turn-up some puppy-makin' music, and prepare yourself for a whole new experience.

Woof, woof.