Woof-Out to the Dog Heroes
May 31, 2010 | 1 Comment
This weekend is Memorial Day here in the good old US of A. It’s a time to remember those that paid the ultimate price to protect the freedom and liberty we enjoy today.
As a bonus for us pups, this is accompanied by family gatherings, plenty of food and the targeting of high probability treat machines.
While a lot of stories will be written about the human sacrifices made by our military heroes, rarely will there be a bark out to the special support provided by dogs. Admittedly our feline “friends” do not receive coverage either, but that’s because they are on perpetual college deferment programs. They’re takers, dogs are givers.
Pants on the Ground Animal Cruelty
May 28, 2010 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
You ever wake up in the morning and you have some ridiculous song running through your brain over and over and over again?
Well, for me, that happened this morning. Let me type what is going through my head right now, “Pants on the ground, pants on the ground, looking like a cat with your pants on the ground.”
Regardless of how much I shake my head, no I don’t have an ear infection, those lyrics just won’t leave.
What’s this got to do with pets, animals or furry creatures? Nothing other than animal cruelty knows no bounds.
To prove my point check out these videos of owners abusing their alleged loved ones.
Cold Cuts Are Better Than Cold Cash
May 26, 2010 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
I’m not a thief. A convicted one, anyway.
I do have a habit of pilfering food from low lying tables, unmonitored plates and of course the kitty litter box. Does that make me a criminal? Hardly. It just makes me a dog.
If I were to upgrade to the big leagues in crime, I’d go after those huge meat lockers Rocky (the boxer with gloves not the boxer with drool) loved to train in. A left and a right paw to the frozen carcass of a former milk maker precedes its journey back to my feeding lair. Ahhh…now that’s a movie I’d really like to see.
Dog Offers to Help Clean Up Oil Spill
May 24, 2010 | 1 Comment
I just found this news article about my latest efforts to save the world from itself.
Bo Hoefinger, the dog best known as the author of Bad To The Bone: Memoir of a Rebel Doggie Blogger, has offered his services to clean up the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico.
As has been clearly documented, dog hair soaks up the oily remnants of drilling platforms gone bad better than sponges, handy wipes, and even wildlife. Quite simply, dog hair is to oil as paper towels are to pee in a living room.
With everyone getting angry at the lack of success in containing the oil spill, Hoefinger decided to do something about it.
Funniest Book I Ever Read
May 21, 2010 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
I love reading reviews that love me.
Especially the ones where I don’t even give a paw for the virtual pat on the head. You’d think with all the love and attention I get from my folks I wouldn’t need that reassurance, but I do. Truth be told, I’m still an insecure little pup at heart.
That’s why I have to woof out a big thanks to all the folks out there that have written great reviews for my book. Woof, Woof! (Go ahead, put that in the Google Translate tool. Or if you don’t want to go to the trouble I’ll give you the answer: it says Thank You!!)
Superdog Flies Over NY
May 19, 2010 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have super powers? You know, the ability to do something really special.
A dog’s well documented skill set includes super smelling senses, super gulping power and super poo that heals the young. But what if that’s not enough for us, if we want to be better than that?
I know what I’d want. I would add to my repertoire x-ray vision, if only to see under the flirtatious Shaggy Dog’s coat that prances around my neighborhood. I know that sounds wrong, and it probably is, but I tell it like it is.
Spastic Deer Can’t Swim
May 18, 2010 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
It feels like summer time here in the southeast. That means temps in the high 80′s with humidity levels approaching triple digits. The old man likes it, I hate it.
Give me the cool temperatures of a northern fall, or the sweet taste of a snowflake on my tongue any day, but apparently if you aren’t bringing cash into the household, you get no say. (C’mon, buy my book so I can relocate back north!)
Anyway, when it’s hazy, hot and humid the best thing to do is take a little dip in the local lake. I know it, my sister Copper knows it, and now a deer in Pittsburgh knows it.
A Bright Idea
May 13, 2010 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
My mother is a candle freak.
No, I mean it. She lights candles in every room of the house, presumably for the smell. She must be heavily invested in Yankee Candle stock.
One thing’s for sure, she doesn’t light them to get my old man in a romantic mood. Heck, to him a night of romance is eating a rack of bbq ribs, watching Dumb and Dumber, and farting under the covers.
His repertoire lacks lit candles. You’ll find nothing flickering in the bedroom, or around the bath tub, or in between my bowl of water and kibble. I guess it’s just not in his DNA to create a loving mood.
Book Signing – May 15th at Woof Stock
May 12, 2010 | 2 Comments
It’s been a while since my parents have been out and about in the world. They’ve got cabin fever so I’m setting them loose, without their leash, on May 15th to attend Woof Stock in Suwanee, GA. Don’t know where Suwanee is, then click here.
They’ll be there pawtographing Bad to the Bone: Memoir of a Rebel Doggie Blogger, and as always, giving away something for free. You’ll have to attend to find out what it is. If you’ve already purchased your copy and want my paw on it, bring it to the festival and we’ll get it done.
Polly Want A Pringle?
May 11, 2010 | Hmmm...No Comments Yet
If I get to choose what I’ll be in my next life, I know what it’s going to be.
You say…a human? Surely you jest.
A cat? Definitely not!
A sloth? Close, but the winner is . . .
A parrot!!
From all that I see, hear and read parrots are brilliant creatures. They live long, never work and they get a perch to sit on while mocking their owners.It’s like getting into the right field bleachers at Wrigley for free!
The smart ones have even trained their owners to give them good treats. Take for instance Reggie, who flew the coop until he got what he wanted.
