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Interrupted Plans: I Found Pooches “To Do” List

Published on May 8, 2009 in Dogs. 1 Comment Tags: .

I knew they had been using the old laptop. I fired it up last night and found this blog favorited! and RSS feed. (Except Nooter would call it an RSS snak.)

Yes, one of the herd of canine-ensteins or bone-heads at Plaza del Poocho had been reading Nooter’s blog and correspawding with Nooter.

I found this note.

Rainy weekend “doggy do list”

  • all: snooze as much as possible
  • Sofi: look adorable after crapping in sewing room
  • Oliver: dig ears, lick feet
  • Sofi: dig ears, lick feet
  • Derby: dig ears, lick ass
  • Derby: lick Sixty’s face immediately after above
  • Sedona: swagger
  • Sofi: purr ocassionally so the rest will go into a barking frenzy
  • Derby: continue bark at nothing
  • Oliver: sit in the middle of room and look around
  • Sedona: swagger
  • Derby: bark at leaf
  • Derby: pick fight with Sedona and then race around while she looks at you like you’re a loon.
  • all: don’t go outside without looking like you are gonna get whipped
  • Sofi: go yell in Sedona’s face when she is behind gate
  • Derby: bark at rain
  • Sofi: keep Nancy’s lap warm
  • as soon as they leave, Derb: back of couch;  Sofi: back of couch; Oliver; couch cushion; Sedona: closet.
  • all: snooze as much as possible

Michelle Obama Blows It: Adopts a Dog from a Puppy Mill

Published on April 11, 2009 in Childhood, Dogs and Politics. 12 Comments Tags: , , , , .


Michelle Obama and The Fresh President have ditched another pledge and are getting a dog from a puppy mill.
The dog’s original owner returned the Portuguese Water Dog to the kennel where it was bred.

The Obamas decided that keeping Ted Kennedy happy was more important than keeping their pledge of adopting a shelter dog.

The puppy mill where this dog came from is where Kennedy buys his dogs.

Puppy Mill Pooch

Puppy Mill Pooch

This really pisses me off. This was so simple. Four million dogs will be killed this year because they don’t have a home. The Obama’s had set expectations that they would set a great example.
Instead, they buckled to pressure from Uncle Teddy and are accepting a gift dog from a puppy mill.

Obama has taken Chicago politics right with him to the White House: tell the public what they want to hear, then do whatever.

I’m surprised that Michelle didn’t live up to her promise. I bet that those vegetables from the garden in the back yard of the White House never see the White House kitchen.

Forget all the tough decisions, this was an easy one, and President and Michelle Obama blew it.

They say they will change the name of the dog from Charlie, so at least the website that grabbed the domain will have a short life.

I’m guessing they won’t name the dog Chappaquiddick.

Get Weird and Win!

Published on March 25, 2009 in Advertising, Baby Boomer, Birthdays, Blogging, Cars, Childhood, Dogs, Education, Empty Nesters, Entertainment, Family, Food, Health, Holy Shit! Lookit This!, Ireland, kentucky, M & Ms, Money, Politics, Random, Research, Shopping, Technology and Writing. 19 Comments Tags: , , , .

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The Junk Drawer Blog is goofing off somewhere this week, but she left an assignment for her commenters. She stole a comment game from Comedy Plus.

The Junk Drawer Blog is fun, but whoooo boy, her commenters are just so vanilla, so white bread, so unimaginative.

Here’s how SHE explained the Comment Game.

It’s very simple. I start the game off by listing two words or phrases, like waffles or pancakes, and you pick the one you like better. You can explain why if you like.

She started with Twitter or Facebook. Nice start, but OMG, her commenters responded with choices like:

  • Mac or PC
  • Coffee or Tea
  • Boxers or Briefs
  • Peanut Butter or Jelly

I. am. NOT. kidding. And it goes on for over 100 comments.

I played too, here were my choice:

  • Po or Laa Laa – which the next person said they didn’t have a clue about. Dur, Hello Google? So I came back with…
  • Clarabelle or Crusty – which the next poster didn’t know, but chose Clarabelle because it was a nice name! OMG, puh-leeze! My final entry, before I decided to hijack this idea was…
  • Simon Cowell or Simon & Shuster. The next commenter chose Simon Cowell because she hadn’t heard of “the other one.”

LISTEN UP. Here’s the deal. I am taking over this idea.

There is a big prize involved.

A wonderful Marilyn Monroe shirt from the wonderful people at TeesForAll.com. I wanted a gift certificate from TeaseForMe.com, but haven’t heard back. TeesforAll.com is not doing this because they like me, they want to sell you some Tee shirts. Surprise. Surprise. Surprise. They have a really cool Stones shirt, and some other Boomer targeted stuff.

WIN THIS SHIRT

WIN THIS SHIRT

No, it doesn’t have to be the Marilyn Monroe baby-doll with pink stripes, unless you want it. And then I want a picture of you in it.

HERE’S HOW WE’RE GONNA PLAY:

It’s kind of like the The Junk Drawer Blog contest, BUT, the combinations need to be weird, arcane, tricky, smart, obscure, clever, whatever. (Like my examples! :-) )

AND: you must explain why you chose the word you did, to avoid miscellaneous fakery.

After a while, I’ll close the comments and then we will vote on the best combination.  Finalists may be contacted to provide a full and complete explanation of their word combinations so you can’t fake it easily.

Got it? Good.

Here is my combination, you take it from here:

Sky King or Enola Gay?

How Nooter Helped Me Communicate

Published on March 22, 2009 in Dogs. 7 Comments Tags: , , , .

Nooter the Dog blogs regularly. I’ve learned alot about dogs from reading Nooter’s thoughts. It never would have occurred to me to have a real conversation with one of the four moochers that hang around our place.

I’ve had plenty of conversations AT my dogs:

  • Who the hell did this?
  • Did you do this?
  • Why did you do this?
  • Do it again and I’ll…

Nooter gave me the encouragement I needed to actually engage on of our doguses, dogi, dogsums in a tet-a-tet.

I didn’t approach Sofi because she is mostly puppy and her attention span is about as long as, Being small is… oh look a sunbeam!

Derby lived on the streets of Nashville before we adopted him and he still has that “street dog” attitude. Oh yeah, scratch my ears, ummmmm, thanks. Then he’ll walk over into the hallway and shit.

Oliver just won’t talk. I mean look at him. I didn’t ask. I didn’t need to. He won’t talk, I gar-on-tee it.

Sedona on the other hand, just lives to please me.  She lays on the bed up by my pillow in the winter to warm up the bed before I climb in. When I had my Basil Sell Cars in Sonoma, she licked at it to try to make it go away. She loves to hug. She craps in the yard in a nice neat pile for me to scoop up. She hates squirrels too.

I decided to give conversation a try. When she was giving me a hug, I whispered in her velvet ears.

Why do you wag your tail so much?

She said why do you insist on breaking up our moment?

After I apologized we had a short chat.

I noticed in this video online that this dog curls his tongue and bites the water, is that how you drink?

No, that the European way of drinking.

Why does the hair on your back go up when you are irritated?

It does? Holy crap! Why didn’t somebody tell me this?

You never crap in the house, thanks by the way, but what’s the deal?

It’s my house.

Oh, yeah, right. I forgot for a minute.

Since we’re chatting, can I ask you a couple questions?

Shoot.

When you get up in the night to pee, why do you insist on waking me up by patting my head as you walk by?

Oh, sorry, I thought I was patting Nancy’s butt.

This isn’t a question, it’s a request. The name is Sedona, not Doner, not Sedonia, not Dones, not Stoner. Sedona. Will you please refer me in this way from now on?

Yes.

Now piss off, I need a nap. And don’t think we’re gonna have these chats often.

Sleep-Running

Published on March 1, 2009 in Dogs. 14 Comments Tags: , .


I meant to put this with the Number 5 post, but forgot. Please watch the video through to the end. I think you will laugh out loud as I did! Poor Bizkit has a terrible sleep-running habit, this isn’t the only video of Bizket, but it is the best.