Hello. My name is Izzy, and I’m a little distracted. I just went into the downstairs office, and I found a pillow with a dog that looks like me, but isn’t as pretty.
It’s a strange dog. It’s as flat as a pillow. I like to lie on pillows, but I make them flat. I’ve never seen a pillow make a dog flat. This doesn’t feel right to me.
I wonder what would happen if I lie on the pillow. Will I also get flat? I’m scaring myself.
I live a very nice life. I have a roommate named Sarge. He came from a Marine base. I came from the Lange Foundation. They rescued me from a shelter in South Los Angeles, and I ended up in the Hollywood Hills. Frankly, I could have lived without the little brother, but I guess he’s ok. At least he’s not flat, although he is strangely shaped.
I have been fortunate enough to meet Myrna and Freddie Gershon, and I have shed on both of them. The dog on the pillow doesn’t shed. I think I have a lot of Goggling and Wikipedia-ing to do to solve this mystery.
In the meantime, thanks, Sherpa, for inviting me to the site. You’re so cool, man.
I’ve enjoyed reading about all of Sherpa’s friends, but I must add a serious note.
Hi, Sherpaboy (and Gang of Sherpaboy)
I live out here with Sharon. That’s her boyfriend, Ron, riding his bicycle so closely in front of mine that you can’t see mine. That’s how I was able to bike the 40 miles so easily — it’s called “drafting.”
Hello Sherpa – Ozzie, your friendly Bouvier Des Flandres here, with my “little” cousin, Hudson, who is much bigger now.
This is an updated intro with an updated 
Dear Sherpa,
Sherpa, entre nous, do you know of a hypnotist in Southern California? I’ve gotten in with a party crowd here in Los Angeles and I’d like to kick my smoking habit. I’ve gotten in with some of the wrong crowd here in Hollywood. But I do enjoy a nice butt after a hearty bowl of kibble. It will be so hard to give up my first morning butt with my coffee. That’s the best one! Any guidance Sherpa….? I know you’re well connected on the Left Coast.
Hi, Sherpa! My name is Louie. My mom, Cynthia, got me from the New York ASPCA, which rescued me from a shelter in Tennessee, where my kennel cough had put me a short list to that big kennel in the sky! The ASPCA cured me and, with my inherent cuteness restored, my new mom, Cynthia, found me irresistible. (Look at my pictures! Can you blame her?)
Hi, Sherpaboy,
I am a six year old “rescue.” The little calico cutie pictured with me here is my “sister,” Mosely. My daddy, Scott, was supposed to help me type more bio info about myself but all he could come up with was that I have a “great, great personality.” I’ll work on him overnight. (BTW, wouldn’t I have a great “dogonality.”)
Hello Sherpa! And hello friends of Sherpa!
How ya doing, How ya doing, How ya doing???? My name’s Casey and to tell you the truth, I am so busy looking for my tennis balls today I hardly have time to write, but mom (France) says it is a must and I have to improve my technical ability, and just when I thought tennis ball hunting WAS technical, after all those bushes, trees and brush I have to navigate…..