i know i've done a corgador for the day but this guy--bosley from ct--was too much to pass up. i'd adopt him as my own were it not for the cruel tyranny of my naked apes.
i've been tagged by lulu. it's a the new thing amongst dog blogs, i guess. and it makes me contractually obligated to share five deep dark secrets about myself before going out and tagging five more dog blogs. it's sort of like one of those internet chain letters but with fewer viruses embedded. i'm a pretty open book so it's tough to find secrets but here it goes:
these images were sent by my granny from her visit to Chicago. she is flaunting her infidelity. it appears she fell in love with this guy, stanley, who owns a friend of my onkel eric.
here's my photo essay : what i did at the park. just killin' time before the eagles whoop up on some wimpy giants.here i am strollin'.
last night my nebraska hooskers played the university of spoiled children used condoms (hey, a usc fan mentioned their unfortunate name to me. i wouldn't stoop so low) . this is my photo essay of the game, from rapt attention to dejected sadness. it wasn't bad for a "rebuilding " husker team but featured some of the worst coaching ever. seriously, bill callahan must have been getting advice from goddamn cats or something. here i am watching the hoosker game with rapt attention. the fake punt play goes off brilliantly! a tricky treat!