They just keep getting bigger! Pretty protective dogs. When I was young and wrestling with friends in the snow, our St Bernard stormed down the hill and grabbed my friend off me! (with his mouth).
I was rooting for the fox hound, the smooth terrier, the bichon frise, and the affenpinscher. I just admit, the affenpinscher made me giggle out loud with delight, banana joe...what a cutie. That dog put happy in my heart.
Can't give up social media for Lent, and telling my friends not to either. We have to gush about B16, and our fave papabili, and the conclave, and white smoke, and habemus papam, and dear sweet God if there's one hint of Peter the Roman, we have to warn the world.
For the record: long, long ago I suggested that Meade should become a dog walker.
He's sorta there.
Anywho, my next Meade prediction is going to take longer before it's realized. Ten or more years from now I see Meade buying one of those metal-finder-things that old people use as they wander around public areas looking for "treasure."
OK, where's the Gatsby sentence? Even though some of it seems esoteric and eclectic, and intentionally so, I really liked the last sentence. It made me think about how we, as people, carry a part of our environment in our genes as humans, in our specific genes as individuals, and how sometimes part of your mind will undermine what "you" would like it to do. . . Those uncooperative bits of circuitry manipulating the mind to screw it up. Think of it as part of the environment, rather than as part of you.
K-Liz, I noticed the same thing in the eye. Here's a true story. We live across a mountain chain from Santa Cruz, and our (short legged) bassets escaped.
My middle child decided to look for our bassets on the web, and he looked at one of them, and because one of the Mucus membranes is black, as opposed to red, he recognized him. Otherwise, it would have been out of luck.
We call them "Humphrey and Wilbur." The Santa Cruz pound named the Ralston and Rupert, probably better names. How they got 80 miles away over the Santa Cruz mountains? Someone knows.
My original dog walking prediction made it clear that Meade would be a cool, high energy dog walker--more of a dog runner.
Anywho, I also think that Meade will be a cool treasure hunter. He'll come up w/ some hip (in a golden oldie sense, not a hipster sense) magnet machine style.
Walking around w/o any productive purpose is for slackers who aren't dedicated to being productive so-called makers. Where the need for exercise and a deeply ingrained dedication to personal productivity meet, you'll find Meade (and, it seems, your husband). That's how he's meade.
Westminster Kennel Club show was on last night. Didn't recognize the overall championship breed dog. Overall champion was a little dog, but spirited. There was an Old[e?] English Sheepdog in the final competition but no St. Bernard. (Nor lab, nor shepherd.)
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65 comments:
Ohhhhh, be still my heart!
I ate a Robot. Now I'm tired.
"My hindquarters are a frosted wedding-cake"
Ann, is that your new dog?
Apfenpinscher wins!
Small dogs rule.
Oh dang, I forgot about Obama's Speech O' Bullshit. Well, maybe next year. (Not).
Do not wish your Heart to be Still.
Tears of Jarvik.
They just keep getting bigger! Pretty protective dogs. When I was young and wrestling with friends in the snow, our St Bernard stormed down the hill and grabbed my friend off me! (with his mouth).
I will train this dog to attack my Oppressors.
Then I will give him a scritch behind the ear.
"Ann, is that your new dog?"
No. We are not pet owners. We are pet borrowers. We take other people's dogs out for walks and runs and a little indoors rest time too.
My dogs were barking for the fox terrier and the fox hound, not the affenpinscher. Oh well, we voted for Romney, too...
Betamax, luckily my heart is biological. Just a few skipped beats over that adorable doggy face, but still beating.
Pet Borrowers are the New Pet Whisperers.
Inga, you can try to pull the Biological Wool over my Eyes but I know cute Doggies make your Tail Mechanism wiggle.
That dog always seems to be looking up.
He should have been in the audience at Obama's SOTU speech.
Doggie knows who is Not a Treat Giver.
Doggie will Eat the tasty Bacon off the Unbelievers.
Doggie knows you Pit Bull Fu.
That pup needs a widdle kid to watch over.
Irene said...
Apfenpinscher wins!
Small dogs rule.
Sherlock says, "Ref". As does Mrs Hudson.
Ann Althouse said...
Ann, is that your new dog?
No. We are not pet owners. We are pet borrowers. We take other people's dogs out for walks and runs and a little indoors rest time too.
She's weakening.
Doggie will Eat you Last, but -- do not Mistake -- Doggie Will Eat You, non-Treat-giving Strangers.
Turn to CNN..
This guy looks like a cartoon character.
I cant find it because I don't remember the name.
NO BODY HAS BEEN RECOVERED.
NO BODY HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED!
No Treats, No Mercy. Your Lawn will Smell of the repercussions.
Betamax, alright I'll admit my motor was purring like a kitty.
Doggie will Eat your Fingertips and force you to pick up the Fingertip Byproduct and put it in a Plastic Bag with your bandaged Hands.
Doggie will make you renounce All Other Pets.
Doggie will Lick your Face and Lick your Face until you are Abraded with Dog Love.
The big puppy dog own the all important vote therefore we all have to start taking care of the doggie in the hopes that he will vote in our favor.
The big puppy dog own the all important vote therefore we all have to start taking care of the doggie in the hopes that he will vote in our favor.
Doggie knows what you do behind Closed Doors.
Doggie does NOT approve.
Zeus had better spend some quality time sucking up. That Saint Bernard has a way of getting the attention by looking needy.
Doggie will let you Do Whar You Do.
Doggie will Rub the Carpet a Little Bit.
Doggies are -- potentially -- the most dangerous beings we allow willingly into our Home.
Next is the Cable Guy.
St. Bernard burgers can be a little tough, but they feed the whole village.
Re: "St. Bernard burgers can be a little tough, but they feed the whole village."
I say Sandra Bernhard burgers can be more than a little tough.
Sandra Bernhard: everyone will be friends with Madonna for Fifteen Minutes.
I was rooting for the fox hound, the smooth terrier, the bichon frise, and the affenpinscher. I just admit, the affenpinscher made me giggle out loud with delight, banana joe...what a cutie. That dog put happy in my heart.
Eat salmon: the other pink meat.
Eat Salmon Rushdie: the pretentious pink meat.
When tosh has puking on, I have to change the channel.
Speshully if I'm eating pie like it's large-boned Tuesday.
Dieting for Jesus begins tomorrow. Gotta put dirt on my forehead.
Re: "I was rooting for the fox hound, the smooth terrier, the bichon frise, and the affenpinscher..."
Today's Gatsby sentence?
Re: "Dieting for Jesus begins tomorrow. Gotta put dirt on my forehead."
My Grandmother would SO kiss you.
Can't give up social media for Lent, and telling my friends not to either. We have to gush about B16, and our fave papabili, and the conclave, and white smoke, and habemus papam, and dear sweet God if there's one hint of Peter the Roman, we have to warn the world.
I am the queen of meatless potluck featuring foods that would tempt no one no matter what they gave up for Lent. A catholic skill.
Liz, it would delight me to no end if you were actually Elizabeth Scalia.
Yeah, yeah, I think she lives on Long Island or something, which is not Kentucky, but I love the idea of her alter ego being...you.
I am not Elizabeth Scalia...that would delight me too. A
Though I find delight in being a hillbilly Catholic.
The Bernard's eyes seem odd. One (on our left, her right) is looking directly at us; the other is looking up and away.
No matter. I am not perfect. I want to kiss her spotted lips.
kentuckyliz said...
When tosh has puking on, I have to change the channel.
Speshully if I'm eating pie like it's large-boned Tuesday.
Dieting for Jesus begins tomorrow. Gotta put dirt on my forehead.
Dirt?
Good thing my mom isn't around.
For the record: long, long ago I suggested that Meade should become a dog walker.
He's sorta there.
Anywho, my next Meade prediction is going to take longer before it's realized. Ten or more years from now I see Meade buying one of those metal-finder-things that old people use as they wander around public areas looking for "treasure."
Hey pbAndj
My husband is one of those guys. Don't knock it till you try it. There's gold in them thar hills.
OK, where's the Gatsby sentence? Even though some of it seems esoteric and eclectic, and intentionally so, I really liked the last sentence. It made me think about how we, as people, carry a part of our environment in our genes as humans, in our specific genes as individuals, and how sometimes part of your mind will undermine what "you" would like it to do. . . Those uncooperative bits of circuitry manipulating the mind to screw it up. Think of it as part of the environment, rather than as part of you.
Very insightful.
The Great Gatsby gets sacked in favor of Obama... and we are called juveniles for suggesting Dr Carson was a hit.
Though I find delight in being a hillbilly Catholic.
=) Gotta love that K=Liz! =)
K-Liz, I noticed the same thing in the eye. Here's a true story. We live across a mountain chain from Santa Cruz, and our (short legged) bassets escaped.
My middle child decided to look for our bassets on the web, and he looked at one of them, and because one of the Mucus membranes is black, as opposed to red, he recognized him. Otherwise, it would have been out of luck.
We call them "Humphrey and Wilbur." The Santa Cruz pound named the Ralston and Rupert, probably better names. How they got 80 miles away over the Santa Cruz mountains? Someone knows.
wyo,
My original dog walking prediction made it clear that Meade would be a cool, high energy dog walker--more of a dog runner.
Anywho, I also think that Meade will be a cool treasure hunter. He'll come up w/ some hip (in a golden oldie sense, not a hipster sense) magnet machine style.
Walking around w/o any productive purpose is for slackers who aren't dedicated to being productive so-called makers. Where the need for exercise and a deeply ingrained dedication to personal productivity meet, you'll find Meade (and, it seems, your husband). That's how he's meade.
POTUS/SOTU: Act like there's nothing wrong.
And what got into Rubio? Was it staged? Because adults don't act that way given the circumstances. Like a bed wetter peeing in the pews.
Moral: Our political class is beyond hopeless.
Did I miss Article 51, Catch 22?
That girl has an attitude but she sure looks pretty as dogs go..
ALERT: Insulin overload.........
But can Big Puppy do this:
Ninja Dog Leaps River
Does Big Puppy have a name?
Naming contest?
We are pet borrowers.
Pet debt.
fuck, that is a beautiful mug.
The affenpinscher won the dog show.
tits.
lemondog said...
nice aerodynamic attack angle on that doggie. a Canine wing
a thing of beauty and fearless.
i note the other two woofs balked at the jump...
Westminster Kennel Club show was on last night. Didn't recognize the overall championship breed dog. Overall champion was a little dog, but spirited. There was an Old[e?] English Sheepdog in the final competition but no St. Bernard. (Nor lab, nor shepherd.)
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