Geese Bomb Beaches
December 31, 2009 | 1 Comment
Dogs get a bad rap when it comes to beach side communities. Residents think we do nothing but poop on their precious sandy beaches. I got news for them, we poop on their lawns too.
I’m not worried, we’ve always gotten a poor press from some people but still found our way into the hearts and minds of millions of others.
Geese on the other hand need to be more wary of their actions. There’s already a ’season’ to hunt them. You’d think the last thing they would want to do is provide a reason to extend the duck hunt.
Hole in One for Pachyderm
December 29, 2009 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
I have to admit that I’m pretty fortunate when it comes to my weight. I’ve never packed on the pounds the way some mutts do. No Wait! Watchers for this pup.
That’s probably due to a combination of good exercise, good quality food and an amazing ability to digest human snacks.
My feline sister Moose, on the other hand, is a fat ass. She eats a lot, sleeps a lot and wouldn’t chase a mouse, even it was named Sir Lancelot. That doesn’t sound like fun and it makes me wonder why she chooses to live her life this way.
My Little Pony – George the Dog
December 23, 2009 | 1 Comment
My old man is a big dog kind of guy, if by big you mean anything larger than 60 pounds.
I think it’s because he likes a full helping of poo to pick up rather than little rabbit turds while on our family walks. Copper, Kensy, Patience and I are more than happy to comply. Hey, it’s what we do.
Then I read today’s story about Giant George and suddenly I’m worried. Let’s face it, GG puts out the same amount of poo we do, but it only needs to be cleaned up once. If my old man is one thing, it’s lazy. But come to think of it, if this were the only thing my father was worried about, he would have gotten himself an elephant years ago.
Anyway, here’s George and his story from the Daily Mail. Read more
Gun Toting Cow to Hunt Rabbits
December 21, 2009 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
One of the greatest advertising programs going on right now is the Eat Mor Chickin’ campaign from Chick-Fil-A. Those crazy cows are out there making life hell for chickens everywhere. I respect their chutzpa.
Well it looks like they’re turning those big ole eye balls towards a new critter to harrass. Specifically, the rabbit.
Yahoo News tells us what’s going on in with those mad cows in the UK…
Red Pandas Saved by White Dog
December 17, 2009 | 1 Comment
I don’t mean to sound uppity, but dogs make everyone’s lives better.
Seriously, think about what the world would look like if canines weren’t around?
I surmise it would look like the world Mad Max thrived in; dusty, desolate and filled with savage acts of brutality. Before I get deluged with e-mails let me state that I know Max had a dog, but one that had mutated from man-made nuclear exposure. Not like the dogs you know and love today. I would like to point out that cats weren’t tough enough to make it through the apocalypse.
Bad to the Bone Review – Dogasaur.com
December 17, 2009 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
The greatest dog book ever written by a dog gets a woof-out from dogasaur.com today. The site helps folks to find dogs, make friends and find out about dog products. It’s an informative destination on the intertubes.
Plus, they have great taste as shown by their opinion of Bad to the Bone: Memoir of a Rebel Doggie Blogger. This tome scores a 10 out of 10 in ‘Woofiness’ and ‘Off-Leashness’ according to the literary experts on the site. Read more
Modern Dog Magazine Review
December 16, 2009 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
Modern Dog Magazine has included Bad to the Bone in their Connie’s Book Club must read list.
“Get honest, engaging, and hilarious insight into the inner life of a dog through the eyes of Bo, once a shelter-reject and now, a beloved family pet.
Bad to the Bone: Memoir of a Rebel Doggie Blogger (Citadel Press, 2009) draws on Bo’s experiences to paint a sympathetic, sweet, and kind portrait of an American family from the ground up, unfolding into an absorbing story of love, friendship, and loyalty.
Written in a voice strong enough to make it easy to forget that this book wasn’t actually written by a dog, this story brings humor and perspective to everyday life.
Very easy to read and hilarious! – Melissa Barr”
Needless to woof, but Bo loves his Modern Dog Magazine!!
Vet Ensures Panda Express Lane Open
December 15, 2009 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
I’m a regular dog. Regular as in I poop at the same time, in the same spot, every day.
Occasionally my routine is disrupted with a poorly chosen treat from the hands of my parents, or from the garbage pail. Then I either can’t poop or have a chocolate geyser worthy of a best in class chocolate fondue fountain at a wedding.
I bring this up because today’s story is about a panda getting a colonoscopy.
Sure I could have brought up my love for Katie Couric and all she’s done for public poop shoot awareness, but that would be too ordinary of a lead in, and let’s face it, who doesn’t want to hear about my bowel movements? Read more
Wallaby’s Lawn Care
December 11, 2009 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
I love the smell of freshly cut grass, but prefer the taste of an unkempt lawn even more. I find the green stuff settles my stomach, especially after a having a go at some spicy human fare. It’s also a great time waster when I’m bored.
That said, I’d never want to have to depend on it for my livelihood. Take cows for instance. They chew it, process it and throw it back up. Without it, I presume they would go sirloin up.
Another animal is dependent on grass, too. Specifically three wallabies and their employment as lawn mowers. The BBC has all the details. Read more
Moove over Rover
December 10, 2009 | 1 Comment
In a sign of the times, cows are now jumping in to do jobs that were meant for dogs.
What’s next? Elephants snuggling in my parents’ bed? Black bears begging for food? Chihuahuas protecting their owners? It seems the world is coming to an end.
Maybe I should turn the tables on the bovine class. I can sit around all day and eat grass, fart and wait to be milked too. But that’s a bluff on my part. And you know why? Because I don’t like people touching my nipples. Don’t know why, I just don’t.






