My spouse is acquiring an American Eskimo dog. I am mildly excited. Well, maybe not. The Norwegian Elkhound we used to have was my favorite. Unfortunately that breed is not known for longevity. Great dog. Ferocious looking, yet mild mannered.
Glad to see you are enjoying your new wake up time. Would be curious to know if you are having trouble with the five a.m. Alarm and if you are having to make adjustments to when you hit the rack.
I see you have a book by Julie Doucet on your table.
Back in the 90s Julie was living briefly in New York with a boyfriend and she abruptly needed a place to stay because she wanted to leave him. She was acquainted with friends of mine who knew I had a spare room at the time, so I agreed to let her stay with with me while she sought another place of her own...so she was my house guest for a week.
(You can read the story of her time in New York in her book: MY NEW YORK DIARY. She makes oblique reference to "staying with a friend of a friend" or something like that on the last page as she depicts herself preparing for a fast exit from her boyfriend's apartment while he's at work.)
She was very nice, very shy, (as I tend to be). She would not come into my part of the apartment to interact with me, but when she wanted to talk she would come into the kitchen while I was in there, and we would stand there talking for quite a while.
I'd say his interest is on something to do with food. Probably not food in the immediate prospect. Maybe wondering whether some person over there might be getting ready to do something with food. Is it worth it to move yet?
Hard Boiled Eggs, Lachs, Bread with a lil Margarine or Bavaria Blu ... pleases a pup well. Danish butter cookies in the afternoon, and pizza for dinner.
Hey, a little while ago, Barack Obama said before some Business Roundtable thingy, "Nobody wants to get this done more than more than me."
Shouldn't we expect this President to know how to use language? Maybe I'm being pedantic, but it's another sign that our POTUS is not that bright. He'd have been downgraded at Harvard for talking that way. George W. Bush probably got away with that kind of talk routinely.
Oh, well. Four more years of stupid posing as smart.
He (the dog) is probably thinking where are my original people? Why am I here? Is this my new home? Have I done something wrong and my old family doesn't want me anymore? How many balls do I have to chase to cement my relationship with these new people? What if they don't want me anymore....where will I go?
I always loved HATE, and was reading Peter Bagge's work when he was a novice appearing in STOP and COMICAL FUNNIES, two NYC-local publications produced by, among others, John Holmstrom (of PUNK Magazine fame).
COMICAL FUNNIES included some cartoons by Bagge's brother, (who I think died years ago). His drawing was better than Peter's, as I recall.
I used to love Clowes' EIGHTBALL, but his work in recent years has not interested me at all and his drawing has become constrained, even constipated.
"I find it interesting that nearly all of the comments are about the contents of your coffee table.
"IT'S ABOUT THE DOG, PEOPLE!"
What is there fresh or of interest to say about a dog? They're (almost) all adorable, of course, to no one more so than to his human companions, but they're as little likely to be unique or to warrant fascinated adoration by the world than are one's children.
The contents of a one's personal space are so much more worthy of discovery and discussion...don't you think?
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Good dog! Waiting for his breakfast. NUGGIE TIME!
My spouse is acquiring an American Eskimo dog. I am mildly excited. Well, maybe not. The Norwegian Elkhound we used to have was my favorite. Unfortunately that breed is not known for longevity. Great dog. Ferocious looking, yet mild mannered.
There is a story on Drudge about a woman who committed suicide because of a sexual disorder she had.
Should Althouse decide to post it, I promise not to make cracks about it... and I wish to make known that others should as well.
The story is very sad.
Althouse needs to make a "Wegman" calender of dog pictures representing various legal locutions, phrases, etc.
This one is "Let the decision stand"
Pull up a chair and make yourself right at home. Coffee, bacon and eggs are on the menu. And kibble, if that's your thing.
He's watching something going on.
Nice doggie.
Peter Bagge and Julie Doucet! Althouse you shall have my admiration forever.
Glad to see you are enjoying your new wake up time. Would be curious to know if you are having trouble with the five a.m. Alarm and if you are having to make adjustments to when you hit the rack.
I see you have a book by Julie Doucet on your table.
Back in the 90s Julie was living briefly in New York with a boyfriend and she abruptly needed a place to stay because she wanted to leave him. She was acquainted with friends of mine who knew I had a spare room at the time, so I agreed to let her stay with with me while she sought another place of her own...so she was my house guest for a week.
(You can read the story of her time in New York in her book: MY NEW YORK DIARY. She makes oblique reference to "staying with a friend of a friend" or something like that on the last page as she depicts herself preparing for a fast exit from her boyfriend's apartment while he's at work.)
She was very nice, very shy, (as I tend to be). She would not come into my part of the apartment to interact with me, but when she wanted to talk she would come into the kitchen while I was in there, and we would stand there talking for quite a while.
I wonder whether Julie Doucet and Michael Doucet are related. The former is French-Canadian, and the latter is Cajun. Both are artists.
To answer the riddle in the last Dog Cafe',
Daisy is a Beagle
@Lem Saw it already and already decided not to blog it.
@Robert Cook Cool!
I have that book, "My New York Diary." Excellent! Love the drawing style. I prefer the old "Dirty Plotte" comics like this. This is a collection from that: "Lève Ta Jambe Mon Poisson Est Mort! (Lift Your Leg, My Fish Is Dead!)." So is "My Most Secret Desire," which is "reworked edition of her dream journal." The old edition is what the book you see in my photo.
That is cool.
Does this scarf make me look fat?
I'd say his interest is on something to do with food. Probably not food in the immediate prospect. Maybe wondering whether some person over there might be getting ready to do something with food. Is it worth it to move yet?
Hard Boiled Eggs, Lachs, Bread with a lil Margarine or Bavaria Blu ... pleases a pup well. Danish butter cookies in the afternoon, and pizza for dinner.
I note some children's books (Secret Desires?) and an old Life magazine (Mia Farrow marries Ol' Blue Eyes) and a little teddy bear.
Conversation pieces or youthful memorabilia?
Robert Cook, Nice story. Italians know the kitchen is the best place for introverts to come out of their shell.
edutcher: MY MOST SECRET DESIRE is (most assuredly!) not a children's book, but a comic book by artist and alternative cartoonist Julie Doucet.
ndspinelli:
I did not know that.
Hey, a little while ago, Barack Obama said before some Business Roundtable thingy, "Nobody wants to get this done more than more than me."
Shouldn't we expect this President to know how to use language? Maybe I'm being pedantic, but it's another sign that our POTUS is not that bright. He'd have been downgraded at Harvard for talking that way. George W. Bush probably got away with that kind of talk routinely.
Oh, well. Four more years of stupid posing as smart.
He (the dog) is probably thinking where are my original people? Why am I here? Is this my new home? Have I done something wrong and my old family doesn't want me anymore? How many balls do I have to chase to cement my relationship with these new people? What if they don't want me anymore....where will I go?
Or maybe just.....food. Nom nom nom.
Peter Bagge's Hate should be as well-known as any of his friend Dan Clowes' work.
We have a table like that.
It's filled with old photographs currently.
I always loved HATE, and was reading Peter Bagge's work when he was a novice appearing in STOP and COMICAL FUNNIES, two NYC-local publications produced by, among others, John Holmstrom (of PUNK Magazine fame).
COMICAL FUNNIES included some cartoons by Bagge's brother, (who I think died years ago). His drawing was better than Peter's, as I recall.
I used to love Clowes' EIGHTBALL, but his work in recent years has not interested me at all and his drawing has become constrained, even constipated.
I find it interesting that nearly all of the comments are about the contents of your coffee table.
IT'S ABOUT THE DOG, PEOPLE!
Isn't that why Meade asked you to take the picture in the first place?
That dog loves me. I know it!
"I find it interesting that nearly all of the comments are about the contents of your coffee table.
"IT'S ABOUT THE DOG, PEOPLE!"
What is there fresh or of interest to say about a dog? They're (almost) all adorable, of course, to no one more so than to his human companions, but they're as little likely to be unique or to warrant fascinated adoration by the world than are one's children.
The contents of a one's personal space are so much more worthy of discovery and discussion...don't you think?
What? You're not a free woman and free agent? You're subservient to/oppressed by Da Man?
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