#1 in a series:
That it is dangerous to a dog if he gets an erection that lasts longer than 20 minutes.
This public service message was brought to you courtesy of TBogg.
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samedi 24 septembre 2011
lundi 9 mai 2011
dimanche 8 mai 2011
Now this is just mean.
Hilarious, but mean:
Cats, on the other hand, don't put up with this kind of crap:
(That last one is funnier because the cat looks just like my Maggie.)
Cats, on the other hand, don't put up with this kind of crap:
(That last one is funnier because the cat looks just like my Maggie.)
lundi 4 avril 2011
samedi 4 décembre 2010
Things that make me glad I have cats
Tbogg's most recent Thursday Night Basset Blogging.
(This is not to say that cats are incapable of getting into some pretty serious mischief. I remember Oliver once walking around with 14 inches of yarn hanging out his ass and I had to keep cutting it till it had all been expunged. But I have never had to have the vet retrieve my underwear out of a cat's stomach.)
And don't forget to read the comments while you're there. Just be sure to swallow that mouthful of coffee before you do.
(This is not to say that cats are incapable of getting into some pretty serious mischief. I remember Oliver once walking around with 14 inches of yarn hanging out his ass and I had to keep cutting it till it had all been expunged. But I have never had to have the vet retrieve my underwear out of a cat's stomach.)
And don't forget to read the comments while you're there. Just be sure to swallow that mouthful of coffee before you do.
lundi 1 mars 2010
You know things are at a sorry pass when....
...the only thing that lifts you from your state of vague malaise is looking at photos of the pets of people you don't even know.
samedi 23 janvier 2010
Condolences to the TBoggs -- again
When I was a kid, we always had dogs. I always figured I was a dog person. Oh, later on we always had a cat too, but I was always the kind of person who'd cross the street to pet a dog. I still like dogs, but after 26 years of having cats, I guess you could say I've become kind of a crazy cat lady.
I don't blog about my cats as much as some people do. This is mostly because I have trouble taking photos of Maggie doing something cute, or Jenny being regal. Maybe other people's cats are just more interesting. I know that John Cole's cat, Tunch, is about to get his image on Cafe Press swag.
Some bloggers allow us to know their pets so well that they become a part of our lives as much as theirs. I've always had a particular fondness for TBogg's Thursday Basset Blogging, where weekly updates of the adventures of Satchmo, Beckham, and more recently Fenway, would demonstrate to audiences the perfect confluence of soulful sadness and silliness that is the Basset Hound.
When Satchmo passed away about a year ago, it was a loss to the entire blogging community, as we'd all come to know the ever-patient dog with the sad, sad face. I wrote about Satchmo's passing here. The Tboggs' other Basset Hound, Beckham, seemed to be a whippersnapper with years ahead of him, but alas it was not to be.
There's something about Bassets. A friend of mine had had a Basset many years ago, and when her daughter passed away suddenly a few years ago, she decided it was time to bring another Basset into her life to help her through -- and ended up with two of them. As I said -- the perfect confluence of soulful and silly.
I don't know why the loss of pets we've never really seen owned by people we don't know can affect us so deeply. Perhaps it's because so many of us who blog are pet people, owned by pets with larger-than-life personalities that lend themselves to share in the blogging process. And of course all of us who are pet people know what the TBoggs are going through, because most of us have been there, and if we haven't, we will.
I know that with Maggie being ten years old now, I'm more patient with her near-constant yowling. I don't get as irritated with her demands the way I used to. When she comes up on the bed and puts one par under my neck and one over it and spoons me and purrs in my ear, I try to etch it into my brain because I have to realize she won't be with me forever. It's part of the bargain we make when we open our hearts to these creatures. And we make that bargain gladly, again and again. But it still hurts like hell when we have to pay up.
And so once again, our thoughts are with the TBoggs tonight. We wish Beckham a speedy passage over the bridge and we wish Fenway a complete recovery.
I don't blog about my cats as much as some people do. This is mostly because I have trouble taking photos of Maggie doing something cute, or Jenny being regal. Maybe other people's cats are just more interesting. I know that John Cole's cat, Tunch, is about to get his image on Cafe Press swag.
Some bloggers allow us to know their pets so well that they become a part of our lives as much as theirs. I've always had a particular fondness for TBogg's Thursday Basset Blogging, where weekly updates of the adventures of Satchmo, Beckham, and more recently Fenway, would demonstrate to audiences the perfect confluence of soulful sadness and silliness that is the Basset Hound.
When Satchmo passed away about a year ago, it was a loss to the entire blogging community, as we'd all come to know the ever-patient dog with the sad, sad face. I wrote about Satchmo's passing here. The Tboggs' other Basset Hound, Beckham, seemed to be a whippersnapper with years ahead of him, but alas it was not to be.
There's something about Bassets. A friend of mine had had a Basset many years ago, and when her daughter passed away suddenly a few years ago, she decided it was time to bring another Basset into her life to help her through -- and ended up with two of them. As I said -- the perfect confluence of soulful and silly.
I don't know why the loss of pets we've never really seen owned by people we don't know can affect us so deeply. Perhaps it's because so many of us who blog are pet people, owned by pets with larger-than-life personalities that lend themselves to share in the blogging process. And of course all of us who are pet people know what the TBoggs are going through, because most of us have been there, and if we haven't, we will.
I know that with Maggie being ten years old now, I'm more patient with her near-constant yowling. I don't get as irritated with her demands the way I used to. When she comes up on the bed and puts one par under my neck and one over it and spoons me and purrs in my ear, I try to etch it into my brain because I have to realize she won't be with me forever. It's part of the bargain we make when we open our hearts to these creatures. And we make that bargain gladly, again and again. But it still hurts like hell when we have to pay up.
And so once again, our thoughts are with the TBoggs tonight. We wish Beckham a speedy passage over the bridge and we wish Fenway a complete recovery.
mercredi 11 novembre 2009
lundi 13 avril 2009
Welcome Bo!
I cant imagine life without dogs; to that end, I currently have 6! First Dog Bo officially makes his appearance this Tuesday, a gift from Teddy and Victoria Kennedy. This is the first pet for the Obama family and I, for one, will be following along closely....it is possible after all to be interested in the frivolous details of the real life of a real family while still knowing whats going on in the world!
This wonderful photograph was lifted form the Today Show page and was shot by White House photographer Pete Souza. Visit his site for a look at some of the most fabulous pictures of the First Family that Ive seen so far, along with some of the most incredible photojournalism out there.
c/p RIP Coco
dimanche 12 avril 2009
You know, they could have done much to rehabilitate the image of the poodle
WaPo is reporting that the First Puppy will arrive at the White House on Tuesday, with Wolf Blitzer no doubt becoming a sudden convert to shelter dog activism, speculating on the details that brought said puppy to the White House and whether it was some kind of quid pro quo gift (it isn't) and watching its every move to make sure that Bo, the name chosen for the White House puppy, doesn't do anything unbefitting CNN's notion of appropriate executive branch behavior.
But as we look forward to millions of puppy mill-bred Portuguese Water Dogs in the near future, I have to wonder: given that the Obamas are going to take a hit on whatever they do by the media anyway, and given that the wingnuts already think that Obama is a wuss, why not just take the heat and get a mini or standard poodle?
When I was a kid, we had a miniature poodle named Wooleyburger, after a character on WMCA's Gary Stevens' evening radio show. It was one of those names that five years later you have to explain to everyone what it means and it loses something in translation. But the day I met Mr. Brilliant in 1983, it was the fact that he knew who the Wooleyburger was because he too listened to Gary Stevens as a kid that sealed the deal. True story. But I digress.
Wooley was the best damn dog ever. My mother might disagree, given the late-in-life affinity she developed for Rottweilers (go figure), but Wooley was a great dog. She was smart as a whip, she was energetic, comical, well-behaved, and even suckled our Siamese kitten for six weeks before "weaning" him. When Wooley died at the age of 13 in 1979 after wandering off one night and being hit by a car, the cat howled at night for weeks. Even all these years later, I can't think about Wooley without getting weepy.
Minis aren't the tiny, shaky teacup dogs that you're afraid you'll roll over in the night and crush. A miniature poodle can be around the size of a small beagle, and no one ever thinks a beagle is a wussy dog or a gay dog or anything else. A standard poodle is bigger than a Labrador, and is a regal-looking animal with a poodle disposition. And if you don't give them show clips, but instead just clip the feet, tail, and muzzle, leaving a mustache in the front, they don't look silly at all.
This is a clipped Portuguese Water Dog:
This is a standard Poodle without a show clip:
Go to Petfinder and search on "Poodle". You'll find over 100 Poodles and mixes available for adoption.
The only reason to prefer a Portie over a Poodle is the stigma attached to one of the best breeds of dog for a family because of the way they're clipped for shows.
But as we look forward to millions of puppy mill-bred Portuguese Water Dogs in the near future, I have to wonder: given that the Obamas are going to take a hit on whatever they do by the media anyway, and given that the wingnuts already think that Obama is a wuss, why not just take the heat and get a mini or standard poodle?
When I was a kid, we had a miniature poodle named Wooleyburger, after a character on WMCA's Gary Stevens' evening radio show. It was one of those names that five years later you have to explain to everyone what it means and it loses something in translation. But the day I met Mr. Brilliant in 1983, it was the fact that he knew who the Wooleyburger was because he too listened to Gary Stevens as a kid that sealed the deal. True story. But I digress.
Wooley was the best damn dog ever. My mother might disagree, given the late-in-life affinity she developed for Rottweilers (go figure), but Wooley was a great dog. She was smart as a whip, she was energetic, comical, well-behaved, and even suckled our Siamese kitten for six weeks before "weaning" him. When Wooley died at the age of 13 in 1979 after wandering off one night and being hit by a car, the cat howled at night for weeks. Even all these years later, I can't think about Wooley without getting weepy.
Minis aren't the tiny, shaky teacup dogs that you're afraid you'll roll over in the night and crush. A miniature poodle can be around the size of a small beagle, and no one ever thinks a beagle is a wussy dog or a gay dog or anything else. A standard poodle is bigger than a Labrador, and is a regal-looking animal with a poodle disposition. And if you don't give them show clips, but instead just clip the feet, tail, and muzzle, leaving a mustache in the front, they don't look silly at all.
This is a clipped Portuguese Water Dog:
This is a standard Poodle without a show clip:
Go to Petfinder and search on "Poodle". You'll find over 100 Poodles and mixes available for adoption.
The only reason to prefer a Portie over a Poodle is the stigma attached to one of the best breeds of dog for a family because of the way they're clipped for shows.
samedi 13 décembre 2008
Malia, Sasha.......and Joe
The Obama girls aren't the only kids who were promised a puppeh after the election.
It seems President-elect Barack Obama's children were not the only ones promised a dog after the presidential election. Biden's wife, Jill, made the same assurance to her husband if he and Obama, his running mate, won the election.
Jill Biden had taped pictures of different dogs on the back of the seat in front of Biden on his campaign plane to inspire the candidate as he crisscrossed the country in the final sprint to election day, according to published reports during the campaign.
Saturday, Biden selected a three-
month-old male German shepherd from one of Brown's litters, a puppy that will turn out to be a "big boy," Brown said with a chuckle.
"He is the nicest person on this earth," Brown said about her meeting with Biden, the Democratic senator from Delaware, now getting ready to take over the office of vice president.
A spokeswoman at Biden's transition press office said the office does not comment on Biden's personal matters but did confirm that Biden had two German shepherds in the past and likes the breed.
vendredi 7 novembre 2008
The Dog Issue
So amidst a global economic collapse, a Russian president playing "Mine's bigger" already, and two disastrous wars, once again the press wants to talk about trivia -- in this case, the impending Obama puppy.
It's understandable that people would find this notion captivating. The very thought of Sasha Obama with a puppy presents potential for Cute Overload of a degree that could cause heads of otherwise normal people to explode from an overdose of adorableness.
Of course it would send a positive message if the Obamas were to adopt a shelter dog, except that if the Obamas showed up at most animal shelters, they'd be unlikely to be allowed to adopt. The Obama family consists of a child barely out of toddlerhood, a child with allergies, and two parents who will have demanding jobs the likes of which none of us can imagine. But as we found out when the Clintons moved to the White House with a cat, there is a perception that "real Americans" have dogs, not cats.
This of course will come as news to the millions of us who have discovered the joys of being house servant to a demanding or bossy feline, but it's an unfortunate reality.
So it's important that the Obamas choose the right dog. The snarky, sick-sense-of-humor part of me thinks that a West Highland White Terrier would be the perfect "anti-Barney":
...except that Westies, while fantastic dogs, are not known for being patient with children. But most terriers have "hair" rather than "fur", and while this means they need grooming, it also means that they are usually fine for people with allergies.
The allergy problem means that the Retriever breed is out of the question, which is too bad, because there is nothing in the world cuter than a Lab puppy or a Golden puppy -- not even Sasha Obama.
The Bichon Frise is also hypo-allergenic, and better with kids than a Westie:
But the Bichon is such a frou-frou dog, however cute it is, and do we really want to listen to the wingnuts talk about the Obama's gay dog for the next eight years?
No, I think this is the perfect dog for the Obama family:
That, my friends, is an apricot standard poodle, unclipped. Not a "labradoodle", which is still going to blow at least some of its coat the way a Labrador does, but a standard poodle. If you take a poodle and leave it like this, or just clip the paws and the face, and leave a mustache, and don't do those silly show clips, the poodle is an awesome dog. They're smart, affectionate, and have terrific temperaments. They are high-energy without being frenetic, and highly entertaining. And a standard poodle is big enough to be nobody's frou-frou.
It's understandable that people would find this notion captivating. The very thought of Sasha Obama with a puppy presents potential for Cute Overload of a degree that could cause heads of otherwise normal people to explode from an overdose of adorableness.
Of course it would send a positive message if the Obamas were to adopt a shelter dog, except that if the Obamas showed up at most animal shelters, they'd be unlikely to be allowed to adopt. The Obama family consists of a child barely out of toddlerhood, a child with allergies, and two parents who will have demanding jobs the likes of which none of us can imagine. But as we found out when the Clintons moved to the White House with a cat, there is a perception that "real Americans" have dogs, not cats.
This of course will come as news to the millions of us who have discovered the joys of being house servant to a demanding or bossy feline, but it's an unfortunate reality.
So it's important that the Obamas choose the right dog. The snarky, sick-sense-of-humor part of me thinks that a West Highland White Terrier would be the perfect "anti-Barney":
...except that Westies, while fantastic dogs, are not known for being patient with children. But most terriers have "hair" rather than "fur", and while this means they need grooming, it also means that they are usually fine for people with allergies.
The allergy problem means that the Retriever breed is out of the question, which is too bad, because there is nothing in the world cuter than a Lab puppy or a Golden puppy -- not even Sasha Obama.
The Bichon Frise is also hypo-allergenic, and better with kids than a Westie:
But the Bichon is such a frou-frou dog, however cute it is, and do we really want to listen to the wingnuts talk about the Obama's gay dog for the next eight years?
No, I think this is the perfect dog for the Obama family:
That, my friends, is an apricot standard poodle, unclipped. Not a "labradoodle", which is still going to blow at least some of its coat the way a Labrador does, but a standard poodle. If you take a poodle and leave it like this, or just clip the paws and the face, and leave a mustache, and don't do those silly show clips, the poodle is an awesome dog. They're smart, affectionate, and have terrific temperaments. They are high-energy without being frenetic, and highly entertaining. And a standard poodle is big enough to be nobody's frou-frou.
samedi 30 août 2008
mardi 12 août 2008
Condolences to TBogg
It's often seemed as if cats rule the Web, what with Friday Cat Blogging and all. But one intrepid blogger has managed for years to buck the trend, and that is the one, the only, the often imitated but never duplicated TBogg. For years we've watched the Thursday Further Adventures of Satchmo and Beckham, and more recently, of the newest addition to Casa la TBogg, Fenway.
But today the TBogg clan has a hole in it where Satchmo used to be. We here at Casa la Brilliant know what that hole is like. We experienced it in 2000 and we will no doubt experience it again now that Maggie the Idiot Cat and Queen Jennifer Who Does Not Suffer Fools Gladly are getting up there in age. It's part of the bargain we make when we bring pets into our lives, but it's the part we never want to think about.
So our thoughts to out to the TBogg family today. We'll miss Satchmo too.
But today the TBogg clan has a hole in it where Satchmo used to be. We here at Casa la Brilliant know what that hole is like. We experienced it in 2000 and we will no doubt experience it again now that Maggie the Idiot Cat and Queen Jennifer Who Does Not Suffer Fools Gladly are getting up there in age. It's part of the bargain we make when we bring pets into our lives, but it's the part we never want to think about.
So our thoughts to out to the TBogg family today. We'll miss Satchmo too.
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