Today’s nosh about the chip bowl concerns Man’s Best Friend. Sort of. So let’s order and I’ll begin. Waiter, blended with salt for me, please.
At first I thought Lachlan’s Sumi had figured out how to make snowballs during her first foray into snow, but really, she cheated (with a tennis ball).
She ought to check out Eric Scheie’s Coco, whose first snow day inspired her to create mysterious designs that leave Eric mystified. What she says doesn’t make much sense, though, unless it’s viewed from a high altitude. I was lucky enough to ask a passing helicopter pilot to snap a photo for us all:
Poor Coco! I guess it’s true: on the internet, nobody knows you’re a dog.
Miss Snark’s Killer Yap was featured in several winning entries of the George Clooney contest submissions inspired by the clever Kitty. (And this paragraph is nothing more than a shameless effort to let you know I made it into Miss Snark’s equivalent of an honorable mention, although I can’t put it on my resume because Miss Snark says that would be silly.)
Pat’s greyhound is going through a weird sighthound kick directed at the infamous Rat Dog.
Screamwriter alerted me to an alarming incident involving a dog… and some killer squirrels.
The attack was reported in parkland in the centre of Lazo, a village in the Maritime Territory, and was witnessed by three local people.
A “big” stray dog was nosing about the trees and barking at squirrels hiding in branches overhead when a number of them suddenly descended and attacked, reports say.
“They literally gutted the dog,” local journalist Anastasia Trubitsina told Komsomolskaya Pravda newspaper.
“When they saw the men, they scattered in different directions, taking pieces of their kill away with them.”
I see this as one explanation for the fall of the USSR: the Soviets foolishly spent their genetic improvement energies on killer squirrels, who apparently turned on their masters, cleaning out the highest eschelon of KGB operatives before they escaped to the Maritime Territory.
If the Soviets had bothered to improve their canines (rather than eject them into space) Russia would now be run by Borzoi, but now they’re stuck with dog-killing squirrels and Putin.
More Doggie News (sort of):
I take this post as proof Winston has successfully infiltrated Podz’s domain. Apparently new to the dog-human relationship, Podz wonders if making dogs obey is demeaning to them.
Alana Marie found a good use for one of her dog kennels when she rescued a lost homing pigeon, who I think wasn’t lost so much as running away from a guy named Horst. It ends happily, but now she needs suggestions for what to do with 40 pounds of pigeon feed.
Okay, so that wasn’t about a dog, but I love it when people rescue creatures. Like Mira, who rescued a beautiful calico and is currently looking for Gaelic names. Or Kait, who’s thinking about donating to the International Wolf Center, a way to rescue wolves.
And finally, I’d like to show you Mojo’s version of “The Princess and the Pea.”
Don’t drop any tortilla chips, please. He eats EVERYTHING.
Which one was yours?
Mine was the one about Clooney’s proposal being accidentally delivered to a C. Rapometer.
What did your article originally say where it was cut off? Tell me!
I loved that one! Damn! I forgot to iclude it with my others when I posted the results.
Here’s the original interview with Clooney.
Miss Snark’s contest was fun….we’re a bunch of demented people!
The picture of Mojo is great! He’s beautiful…a voracious eater, but beautiful all the same!
That squirrel story is scarey…Maybe a result of Chernobyl….good idea for a novel!
If Mojo needs a vacation, i’d love to have him as a guest!