Friday, April 28, 2006

Another Friday rolls gently in

An early-morning sprinkle has the world looking fresh and new, and, while I seem to be no closer in my search for the end of the internet, there is reason for optimism. Some things just work out regardless. For example, this little tidbit I found:

A blind guy is standing on a Third and Main with his seeing eye dog, waiting for the traffic to pass. The dog lifts his leg and pees all over the blind guy's foot. The blind guy reaches down and pats the dog on the head.

A man standing next to the blind guy watching all of this says "Tell me something, sir. Why do you pat your dog on the head after he peed on your foot"?

The blind guy said, "I gotta find his head so I can kick his ass".



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Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Little Fibs

My sincere thanks to Ms Frizzle for this post on Fibs, which of course led me to explore the nature of the beast.

So, let me try my hand at it:

Woof!
Woof!
Ararf!
Arararf!
I get so thirsty
Barking at the squirrel I treed.


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Friday, April 21, 2006

A short vacation

Only moments ago came back through the door, returning from another brief sojourn at the doggie hotel. Nice place, it is: they keep the radio tuned to public radio, the air conditioner at 75, and the food bowl filled. And the wi-fi works well, so I was able to come across a tidbit to share with you:

A man wrote a letter to a small hotel in a Midwest town he planned to visit on his vacation. He wrote:

"I would very much like to bring my dog with me. He is well groomed and very well behaved. Would you be willing to permit me to keep him in my room with me at night?"


An immediate reply came from the hotel owner who said :

"I've been operating this hotel for many years. In all that time, I've never had a dog steal towels, bedclothes or silverware, or pictures off the walls. I've never had to evict a dog in the middle of the night for being drunk and disorderly. I've never had a dog run out on a hotel bill.
Yes indeed, your dog is welcome at my hotel. And if your dog will vouch for you, you're welcome to stay here, too."


Happy Friday, one and all. Now I have to go see what that squirrel has been up to in my absence...


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Friday, April 14, 2006

Tell me it ain't true!


But the moon is indeed full once again, hanging round and beautiful over the backyard in the evening, so about all there is to say is, "Check it out!" (That's a rough translation of the cartoon).


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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Even dogs get sidetracked


It seems our good Uncle Sam wants part of my bone collection, so I'll be spending time with my bone-counter over the next few days. I don't really mind doing my part to pay for the things I couldn't do myself, so I'll render unto Caesar. Of course, that's not exactly the same as rendering Caesar...


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Friday, April 07, 2006

I loves me a dog show

It was a slow day in heaven so God phoned Satan to see what was going on down there.

"It's slow here, too", said Satan

"Well," God said, "I think a dog show might be fun."

"Sounds good," says Satan, "But why are you calling me? You've got all the dogs up there."

"I know," answered God, "But you've got all the judges."


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Wednesday, April 05, 2006

If it's Wednesday....

then the Carnival of Education must be up and running. By all means, go take a ride.
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Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Ankle-Biter

The other dog? Ankle-Biter? Whom I mention occasionally?

It seems that the disease* that took the vision in his left eye has finally caught up to his right eye. He's gotten truly tentative about going anywhere, and almost never leaves the patio (when he's outside) or the living room (when he's inside).

I have mixed feelings about that. It's not as if the little old man was ever much fun. Even when I first joined the family as a pup he wasn't much interested in any of the chasing or wrestling. The most fun I ever had with him was just sniffing around looking for snacks. But now he spends most of the day between the chair and the table in the living room, just lying there on the floor well out of the traffic pattern. It's sad. He doesn't even snap at me anymore.

But on the other hand, his blindness is why I'm here in the first place. The vet told A & B that with this particular disease, the best thing they could do for him was get him a seeing-eye dog. That's me.

And so even if I'm sad to see A-B lose his vision, I'm damned glad to be here.

*Progressive Retinal Degeneration. The vets thought it would move much faster than it has.


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