Saturday, January 27, 2007
it's a lazy afternoon.
my sister looks funny when she sleeps! she uses my mawma's backpack as her pillow.
yaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. i might be sleepy, i might just be listening to the naked apes blather on.
a face this lovely needs plenty of beauty rest.
the face of beauty from another angle.
not my babies!
Friday, January 26, 2007
celebrate an australian!
according to the dogs with blogs calendar, it's australia day! in honor of this fine holiday i will 1) take the day off of work 2) celebrate one of the all time greatest australians, my dog blog pal tin tin!
i posted this picture of him here at his seductive finest. could you resist rubbing that belly?
Labels: dogs with blogs
anatomy of a hedgie
this is an educational post. for learning purposes i decided to perform liposuction on my hedgie.
here he is visiting mr. pig. you can see the gaping hole in his side, a perfect size for removal of the stuffing to give him a more svelte look.
here lie the remains of mr. hedgie. he lost his hat first, then his innards until I got to my ultimate goal--the squeakie (hard to see behind a pile of innards.)
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
a brilliant dutch pet shop owner has FINALLY invented beer for dogs! it is made with beef!
"Once a year we go to Austria to hunt with our dogs, and at the end of the day we sit on the verandah and drink a beer. So we thought, my dog also has earned it," she said.
Berenden consigned a local brewery to make and bottle the nonalcoholic beer, branded as Kwispelbier. It was introduced to the market last week and advertised it as "a beer for your best friend."
"Kwispel" is the Dutch word for wagging a tail.
The beer is fit for human consumption, Berenden said. But at euro1.65 ($2.14) a bottle, it's about four times more expensive than a Heineken.i hope it tastes better than heineken, too.
on another note, if you do a google image search for "drunk dog" there are a disturbingly high number of hits. my goodness.
one of the best parts of the super bowl is the puppy bowl on animal planet! it is exactly what it sounds like--they put a bunch of puppies in an enclosed space and tape it. and play it with elevator music in the background, interrupted only by the occasional "penalty" when the ref has to come out and clean up the mess. hee! you can see the roster here no corgi mixes this year, though i'm sure that's because the corgador DOMINATED the first puppy bowl.
the guys on the right are gypsy and milo, boo-dogs of the english and french persuasion, respectively. they will be in the mix. i included them because they make me think of the world's greatest boo-dog, studly dudley. sigh.
max-a-million is a corgador pup in west chester, pa. someone please adopt him quickly because SOMEONE has been eyeing him, especially since my friend buster is getting a new girl at his house and miss sunshade even has a stinky. i understand that we corgadors are irresistible as both puppies and old men so someone, please, before i have a new brother! here's his description:
Meet 'Max'-A-Million the wonder pup!
Poor Max got off to a ruff start in life. Lucky for him though, a good samaritan was approached by a homeless man who asked for help with his dog. He explained that he could not afford to feed the pup and begged her to take Max. The truth be told, Max is a butterball so it was the man who was not eating. The woman took Max as asked and contacted All Things Pawssible for help.
Max has now been bathed, has been to the Vet for a checkup, received his first shots and had a flea treatment. He is healthy and guessed to be 8-10 weeks old. He is currently 4.9 pounds and will probably be 40-45 pounds when full grown. He is a Corgi mix but the other part of the mix remains a mystery. Max is adorable, loving and healthy.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
the new face of feminism
in honor of this being the first state o' union address in which a lady will be seated in the power position behind the president (oh, if only there were a lady delivering the address--soon!) i thought i would share this brilliant insight from a WaPo article about the pussycat dolls. so, apparently the cw network is having a tv show in which desperate famewhores can audition to become the next member of the pussycat dolls, a burlesque act that also produces half-assed pop music. the creator of the group and the show got a press conference to defend the show as not mere titilation (no pun intended, ahem) but as actually inspirational for women. McG (his actual non de plume!) defended it as follows:
"Women celebrating one another being beautiful and, frankly, being appreciated by me, has been around for a long time. Under no circumstances is it shameful. And there's even a position to take [that] this is, frankly, third-wave feminism."
wow, i've had feminism all wrong all this time! i was unaware feminists were now advocating fulfilling the fantasies of 13-year old boys as liberation. i hope nancy pelosi dresses appropriately for her big night!
state o' the union
wally's superbowl shuffle
in honor of the 85 bears and their infamous superbowl shuffle, i give you my version, sing along.
here's the chorus:
We're the Bears Shufflin' Crew.
Shufflin' on down, doin' it for you.
We're so bad we know we're good.
Blowin' your mind like we knew we would.
You know we're just struttin' for fun
Struttin' our stuff for everyone.
We're not here to start no trouble.
We're just here to do the Super Bowl Shuffle.
legs in the air! the first step is to get on your back like a cockroach and begin flailing your limbs. at this stage you should do short grunts that are a cross between a growl and a groan.
legs to the side! note the tongue comes out for added effect. during this stage be sure to throw in some copious long groans.
legs on the ground! and the final step---streeeeeeeeeeeeech it out and wipe your nose on the floor. i ain't trying to cause you NO trouble, i'm just tryin' to do the superbowl shuffle (and scratch my back).
Monday, January 22, 2007
i AM ready for some football. this weekend i spent a lot of time watching the bears (but no stinky colts OR patriots--boo!). for those of you who missed the game i have reenacted it for your enjoyment:
the bears started slowly, driving down the field but having to kick field goals--3 points instead of 7. for those of you unfamiliar with football it's like getting a biscuit when you know there's salmon on the table. i like to get the biscuit AND the salmon. i don't think there's a football equivalent of that. but i digress. the bears pulled into the lead and never lost it. like me, always ahead of the game.
the bears are good at taking away the ball from the other team. i am sure they tug and do the grrrrrrowl like me.
the bears qb rex spends a lot of time during the game being confused and distressed. he looks kind of like this. but, like me, he bounced back and did ok.
another td for the bears! and we march on to the stupor bowl! bring on chips AND dips, please!
it was COLD and WINDY but we braved the park anyway. i'm waiting for my congressional medal of honor for being SO BRAVE.
here's how windy it was--you can see the wind blowing my ears up to give me a "dumbo" look. i thought i was going to blow away in the wind!
then i found that someone took away all the pic-i-nic tables! i had to eat my bully on the GROUND. what kind of civilized country requires its corgadors to eat their bullies on the ground? i also have a nice eye booger in this picture. that will make a nice snack later.
but i survived and prevailed on the bully stick (a new pretty braided bully!). as you can see, i have some mean teeth!
ethel at the park
even though it was cold we got to play at the bark park. it's hard to get pictures of my sister because she has adhd and won't stop moving! zoooooooooooom---after tennis balls.
please don't all tell me my sister is pretty. i know, i know--long legs, skinny waist, pointy ears--blah blah blah. personally, i think short and round is hot.
here she brings back her prey--the mighty tennis ball. the tennis ball is her natural enemy, they bait her at every turn and if there is one in the vicinity she cannot resist the urge to put it in her mouth.
tight turning radius! my sister is FAST. though i can still beat her at the dinner table!
ethel and jack, a love story
i like squeakies. my sister likes tennis balls and all things tennis ball covered. it works out nicely.
ethel invites jack to play.
it's night and ethel whispers sweet nothings to her jack.
ethel poses coquettishly with her jack.