2005-03-28

All things canine at 10:06 a.m.

Happy belated Easter. Hope it was good for you and yours. I had an interesting weekend. Lets start with Friday night. Well, early Saturday. 4am to be exact. I awoke to a sound on the front porch and the Dingo growling in her bed on the floor. Perked right up and tried to listen to more. Nothing. I went out into the living room and looked through the front blinds and found nothing. When I went to get the paper about 7:30, I immediately heard running water. Sure enough, our front hose was on full blast. The grass was soaked and a huge river of water was running down the street. When I was a kid we just egged or tp'd houses. Turning on our hose? Oh! you got us!

Something popped into my mind yesterday. You know how dog feet smell like Fritos? Well, everyone knows that. It is standard knowledge. If you have a dog, smell it's feet and you will instantly know. I've commented/heard this comment from numerous people over the years. I find two things strange about it. One is that it is always Fritos that people refer to and never just corn chips. It is a name brand smell. Not just any old snack food smell. And two is how come scenarios like this only work one way? How come Fritos hasn't been scarred by this predicament? Why don't people open up a bag of Fritos and go "Ewwww, these smell like my dog's feet?"

Back to Easter weekend: Spent with A's family. Very nice. Went to brunch. Any meal that lets me have both sausge links and cheesecake on the same plate is a good meal to me.

This is a story about doggy vending machines. I'm curious as to how you get your dog to continue on the walk after he knows he can get snacks out of a mechanical owner?

Dude, you have way too much time on your hands. This is so freakish and scary. Reminder: No pictures until you're married.

Useless Link about Bart!

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I have a ton of injuries. I always do. My husband is used to it now but early in our marriage he was concerned by the constant bruises and scabs that plague my body. They are all caused by me, my cat, or the Dingo and they are all accidents. I bruise easily and don't heal well. That's all. He suggested that we have a website called www.injuriesididnotcausemywife.com where we could document them weekly. Or daily if need be. We could take pictures and describe the injury in detail as far as how much blood and pus were involved, etc. We figured if it got real popular we could charge a subscription fee and people could log on and see mangled parts of my body without ever having to show my face. It's better than porn. I mean I have the injuries anyway so why not make some money? Needless to say, we're both lazy and this never really got off the ground. Plus, these brilliant folks with their wounds beat me to it!

I haven't come across any hot pictures of Britney today so lets all have a look at her fucked up mink wearing dog.

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