sunday snacks

i thought i'd share some pictures from the stupor bowl which did not go well in terms of the football but was excellent in gustatory terms there was chili, there was guac, and there were knucklebones!


here i am showing off my gristle munching skills.


my sis and i have perfected our techniques.


here i take a brief break to watch the puppy bowl. the puppies are cute but no corgadors. i have to chew my bone in front of the tv to distract my mawma. i fear her biological clock is ticking and she will bring home puppies.

here i am watching the big game! note on the screen the bears are up by a touchdown 30 seconds into the game. if only they had called it on account of rain right then...

an empty title

i forgot to mention the GREAT injustice that occurred last friday. you see, every friday before the stupor bowl the city of philadelphia (near my 'hood) hosts the wing bowl, a chicken wing eating competition. a few years ago they even had a riot there when more people showed up than they could fit into the stadium. and also they were drunk. at 6 a.m.

anyway. they held the event EVEN THOUGH my naked apes did not enter me--the odds-on favorite--in the competition:

PHILADELPHIA (AP) — Professional competitive eater Joey Chestnut devoured a record 182 chicken wings Friday to win his second consecutive Wing Bowl, a gut-busting annual event that draws thousands of revelers to the city's sports complex in the pre-dawn hours.

182? amateur.

not so intelligent design

i've been very busy reading the new york times. their sunday magazine (which i could not read on sunday because i was too busy tailgating!) had an article about designer dogs that discussed the various pluses and minuses of designer dogs. (plus--even "purebreds" are designer dogs and some genetic diversity may be a plus, minus--people will pay exhorbitant amounts for what is essentially a mutt thus leading unscrupulous breeders to do pretty horrible things). fortunately they did not mention the most perfect possible designed dog--the corgador (ie, ME). i would hate to become the target of kidnapping by deranged astronauts or to have someone try to steal my precious dna (which would have to be replicated by artificial means since i am off the baby-making market if you catch my drift).

the whole article is worth reading, though i was most intrigued by this quote:

Many traditionalists see mixing breeds as somehow irresponsible in and of itself. As one pug breeder with a two-time, No. 1 show bitch to her credit told me: “There was only one really perfect thing on the face of this earth, and he was crucified. To us, the pug is pure.”

is she implying that pugs are jesus? interesting. the pugs i see at the dog park strike me as less than divine (or even son of the divine).

my kinda place!

the washington state legislature is considering a bill to allow dogs in bars! what a great idea--especially if we get to sit at the bar and order paw-tails and bar snacks (i once ate a whole jar of beer nuts. mmmmmm.) this leaves me with a conundrum--should i move back to seattle or move to scotland where my pal marvin gets to go to the pub? that's a tough one.

chicago rules! (plus new camera)

first, i should warn you that i have a new, improved camera that takes pictures with 6X the resolution. until you adjust to that much more wally you may not want to look directly at the computer screen lest you be overwhelmed by the power of wally (especially you, studly dudley, i know how you find me irresistible. i don't want you to swoon.)


here i am with my bears balloon! i was promised a jersey but someone reneged on the deal. harumph.

here are some sausages! my chicago onkel eric suggested we have the official food of chicago--sausages! so my mawma got us some. sweet. there are many reasons to root for chicago. 1) it was dog city usa last year 2) it is frequently fat city usa. how great is any city that is both great for dogs AND has great cuisine! go BEARS.

puppy bowl bloggin

the puppy bowl has begun! i have not yet seen the tailgaiting. that's my favorite part of sports--the part where you sit around and eat and drink. in other words, my regular 9-5.

go puppies! i hope everyone boned up on the players before hand so they can keep score! oh, i slay myself.

rottenweiler in sheeps clothing

my onkel eric sent me this story about a dog who adopted some sheeps. at least i think that's what it's about. i can't read swedish. the picture is worth gazing at though, eh? i can't tell if he's being sweet or if he has put them into a giant yellow pot to cook them. whatever--well done, rottenweiler!

great apes love bears!

an oregonian orangutan has picked the bears for the super bowl--just like one of my other favorite apes, onkel eric in chicago:

PORTLAND - Will the Chicago Bears win Super Bowl XLI? Inji the Oregon Zoo's orangutan matriarch thinks so.

She seemed to be a little uncertain at first, starting to put on Colts T-shirt. But as they say, it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind.

Inji tossed aside the Colts shirt and reached for the Bears logo. She put it on with no second thoughts.

Overall, Inji is 6-3, correctly predicting two Civil War games and four Super Bowls

a coupla knuckleheads

earlier this week when i posted about my naked apes' gastronomical adventures miss sunshade had the brilliant idea that they might feel better if they watched us chew on bones. great idea! here we are with beef knuckles.


hard at work and we don't even fight over our treasures.

i give my bone a little kiss (with tongue).


paw lickin' good.


an aerial view.

thanks for the suggestion miss sunshade! we may get bones for the stupor bowl, too. mmmmm. i wonder what colts bones taste like!

nesting strategies

we have five dog beds and two dogs in our house but sometimes a boy just has to make his own nest. my mawma always asks me if i'm having babies because i spend a LOT of time nesting. yeah, i WISH. i'm not preggers but do love a good nest. my favorite next material is dirty clothes. i love to get them out of the hamper and pile them up.


here i am with good nesting material--polka dot pjs!


here i am getting up from some good beauty rest. look at my eyes--two different colors! that must have been one hell of a nap. i wonder what i saw in my dreams?