Blood Money
February 19, 2008 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
I’ve decided to pimp myself out. No, not in the stud type of way or the clothing type of way, but in selling my words for money. You see there’s this website called PayPerPost where they will actually pay people to blog on certain topics.
Now before you get your fuzzy panties in a bunch and call me a sellout, let me lay out the ground rules. After all, I do have integrity, well some anyway. Here’s the plan:
- I will continue to blog on all things dog
- Any blog item for which I am getting paid for will be noted as such.
- Any money I make doing this, will be donated to a canine charity.
- I will create a tracking page so you can see how much is to be donated.
- At certain intervals throughout the year, I will ask you to vote on what canine cause our donation should go to.
- If this sucks then I’ll stop doing it.
If that isn’t a win, win, win, win (me, you, and a dog named Boo plus PayPerPost) I don’t know what is.
If you’re a blogger and want to get paid too, click the upper right hand picture in this post.
Cha ching…we just added $20 to our charity of choice by this one posting alone.
Bo
Multiplicity
February 16, 2008 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
I’m not quite sure how I feel about this.
A woman from the United States wants her dead pitbull terrier - called Booger - re-created.
So now we’re fully into cloning and one of the first things we’re going to do is clone boogers? Don’t go to all this trouble, just ask my father to give you some. Trust me, he’s got plenty up there to spare.
RNL Bio is charging the woman, from California, $150,000 (£76,000) to clone the pitbull using tissue extracted from its ear before it died.
The work will be carried out by a team from Seoul National University, where the first dog was cloned in 2005.
“There are many people who want to clone their pet dogs in Western countries even at this high price,” company chief executive, Ra Jeong-chan, told the Korea Times.
“More money than sense,” as my old friend Bob the butcher would say. Besides, hasn’t anybody read Pet Semetary on the dangers of reincarnating loved ones? Read more
70 Miles To Graceland
February 14, 2008 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
Wow…what an amazing story.![]()
IRAQ — Their friendship began half way across the world in Iraq, when St. Petersburg native Major Brian Dennis encountered a mixed breed dog in Anbar Province. The dog had been savagely abused and his ears cut off.
The marine decided to call him Nubbs.
Nubbs? That’s like calling Captain Hook…uhmm…Captain Hook. At least he wasn’t named Shep Spot…you know…two first names just like his owner.
In e-mails to his mother, Marsha Cargo in Tierra Verde, Major Dennis wrote how he was “dumbfounded” when he learned Nubbs’ ears were cut off purposely by an Iraqi to make him tough and more alert.
Any dog will tell you floppy ears, although cute, only serve to provide a safe haven to extremist bacteria. Once the ears were cut off and put on a key chain, Nubbs never had a single ear infection. Now, Muhammed’s Veterinary and Culinary Clinic has one less patient. Read more
Do Good, Be Good
February 12, 2008 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
What up dogs?
I just received an email from a friend asking for my help. You know me, I can’t say no to anything…
In a nutshell, he has a quarter horse for sale and is looking to find a good home for it. I am giving this wide dissemination because this time of year the demand for horses is very low and that’s not just for quarter horses, either.
He made a big investment into ‘Maggie’ and it just hasn’t panned out so if you, or anyone you know may be interested, please leave me a message.
She’s actually a very beautiful horse. A picture of her in action is at the bottom of this post. If you can’t see it, please click on the more button below.
Don’t be shy…give Maggie a home today…and you’ll have something to chase tomorrow!
P.S. Don’t ask about the cow picture.
Signs Of The Time
February 10, 2008 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
I guess the only reason a story like this makes it into the paper is to further the case against the dangers of pit bulls. That’s my take anyway. You can judge for yourself.![]()
Brandon Sheffield has one loyal dog.
The 24-year-old was speeding along North Lagoon Drive early Saturday morning, according to the Bay County Sheriff’s Office.
Deputy M. Clayton clocked Sheffield at 65 mph in the 35 mph zone and attempted a traffic stop. Clayton said Sheffield accelerated and “attempted to make an evasive turn,” but instead lost control, hit a curve and stopped.
Sheffield, Clayton said, stepped from the vehicle.
The small yellow, diamond shaped car sign says, “Idiot On Board” Read more
Shock The Monkey
February 8, 2008 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
So you think that getting the monkey off your back is a metaphor. In most cases you’d be correct but for my canine friend in this video, not so.
You know this poor working dog is going to have back problems in his later years. Tragically, he’ll never get the monkey off his back, let alone spank him.
Two Tickets To Paradise
February 7, 2008 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
They called it the greatest Super Bowl ever and Chris Gallagher’s friend almost missed it. Here’s the story…
This is one Super Bowl story Glendale Recreation Manager Chris Gallagher might have a hard time explaining to the teacher.
Especially when it involves explaining how his dog chewed two $1,800 ($900 apiece) Super Bowl tickets for a friend. Club level seats at the 30-yard line, no less.
“I can’t afford to go to the game myself,” Gallagher said. “It wasn’t funny at the time and it happened after a bad day. I was basically getting them sent to my house for a friend. I kind of joked, he (Gallagher’s 3-year-old labrador, Buddy) wanted to surprise me with the tickets and he must have had trouble getting the envelope open.
No, that’s not how we surprise our owners Mr. Gallagher. We surprise them with flowers, unplanned trips to the coast, and dumps in the middle of the kitchen floor.
An envelope was to be placed under Gallagher’s doormat with the tickets, but the courier delivery person slipped them under an opening in the door. Gallagher’s dog got hold of the envelope and ripped the tickets. Buddy has a history of monetary indiscretions as he once ripped a $20 bill apart and Gallagher was unable to read the serial numbers to save the money.
I could understand mentioning a past transgression if Buddy had eaten $50, in pennies or even, after digesting the $20 bill, he gave $7.20 in change. But writing about Buddy ripping apart a $20 bill? Can you say slow news day?
Fortunately for Gallagher, the tickets were saved with one phone call.
“I was able to call where I had gotten them from,” he said.
Gallagher told the person the bar code was intact, but all she needed was his section and seat number and was scheduled to receive replacement tickets earlier this week at an NFL will call, most likely at a hotel.
Had I known it was this easy to get tickets I would have called the ticket broker too. “Let’s see, I’m in section 150 seat 1. Yes ma’am, that’s the one on the 50 yard line, right next to the NE Patriots film crew.”
“I’d like to pick them up in the hotel…kitchen.”
Meantime, Buddy got a reprieve from going to doggy prison, because he has served hard time in the yard.
“Basically, he looks at you with those big golden eyes and his wagging tail,” Gallagher said. “He was confined to the back yard for a couple of days. I’ve made up with Buddy and he’s back in the house.”
I don’t see what all the fuss is about. It’s not like these were tickets to the Westminster Dog Show.
I Don’t
February 4, 2008 | 4 Comments
Well this story is certainly disturbing.
A man in southern India married a female dog in a traditional Hindu ceremony as an attempt to atone for [the death of two dogs] he believes cursed him a newspaper reported Tuesday.
P. Selvakumar married the sari-draped former stray named Selvi, chosen by family members and then bathed and clothed for the ceremony Sunday at a Hindu temple in the southern state of Tamil Nadu, the Hindustan Times newspaper said.
Those close to the ceremony indicated the dowry included gold dog tags, a jewel encrusted collar and a tennis ball.
“After [the death of the two dogs] my legs and hands got paralyzed and I lost hearing in one ear,” he said in the report.
When asked when he realized he was cursed, Selvakumar said, “What?”
The paper said an astrologer had told Selvakumar the wedding was the only way he could cure the maladies. It did not say whether his situation had improved.
The paper said the groom and his family then had a feast, while the dog got a bun.
A bun? More like the shaft if you ask me.
Walk On The Wild Side
February 1, 2008 | 2 Comments
It’s video Friday and here’s a video of Sadie and her owner. I don’t know why, but when we walk on treadmills it makes us twice as cute as we normally are. Don’t believe me? Take a gander…
It’s foolish enough that humans find the need to create a machine to allow them walk, in place, inside a house. But to force a dog to do the same?
Shameful.
Cats On A Plane
February 1, 2008 | 1 Comment
I know I’ve been tough on the feline faction when writing this blog, but hey, they deserve it. To make peace, mideast style, here’s a heartwarming cat story for you.
PALM BEACH GARDENS, Fla. - Some kitty math: How many lives did little tabby Gracie Mae use up when she crawled into her owner’s suitcase, went through an airport X-ray machine, got loaded onto a plane, thrown onto a baggage belt and mistakenly picked up by a stranger far from home?
“She’s got to be at four or five now,” Seth Levy said after his 10-month-old pet was returned Sunday night by a kind stranger who went home to Fort Worth, Texas, with the wrong bag and Gracie inside to boot.
I’ve never traveled by air, but if I did, it wouldn’t be in a suitcase. I’d be in first class eating a savory Hungry-Man meal while the second class passengers take pleasure in their one ounce treat, one salty peanut at a time.
The last time Levy’s wife, Kelly, saw Gracie was before she took her husband to the airport. The 24-year-old went back to her house in Palm Beach Gardens late Friday to find the bottom step, where Gracie would usually be waiting, empty. She tore the house apart looking for the cat, who had been spayed just days before.
Then she got a phone call.
“Hello, is your refrigerator running?” the mysterious caller asked.
“Yes…”
“Well you better catch it!”
The call was quickly followed by another… Read more









