My husband, thoroughly anti-dog as long as I've known him, is now talking about getting a dog when he retires. That, and starting a garden and learning to play the piano.
True, age 44 is a bit young to be looking forward to retirement, though retirement mostly means, for him, a change of careers to something without the overtime, and the ability to downsize by no longer supporting three kids and their college funds. . .
I talked of nothing other than the greatest of great ever, make people who focus on those things pariahs and what all. Again. I got and gots me just the same my info.
So I'm taking my parents' dog for a walk -- by "my parent's dog" I mean he used to be my dog but at 31 I wasn't quite up for the responsibility (laughter) -- and as I'm picking up his -- you know -- 'stuff' in a plastic bag I have a profound moment (laughter) -- not THAT profound, if you want 'real profound' you need to be here on Wednesdays for Open Mic Philosophers Night, Good Stuff -- anyway, I realize he and I have a lot in common: someone is always there to pick up his shit, and my parents pay my college loans (laughter).
I like the low expectations that come with being a dog: if you don't happen to learn the latest trick it's not like they're not going to still feed you (laughter): 'awww, puppie, you're still a GOOD dog, yes you are' (laughter). One of my proudest accomplishments was teaching the dog to sit up and beg: I was the right teacher at the right time (laughter). Myself, I learned the trick trying to get sex from an ex-girlfriend -- I settled for a tummy rub (laughter). I could also balance a biscuit on my nose -- I still practice that one: once you develop a skill like that you don't want it to waste away (laughter); it might come in handy at -- I don't know -- a 'gala biscuit event'. Or something.
So anyway, I'm walking the dog, thinking about the low expectations placed on him, and -- I gotta admit -- I start to get a little bit angry: why does HE get to be so lucky? (laughter) He can get a way with murder, the little bastard: he breaks Mom's lamp and it's no big deal, 'Mommykins will clean this right up, don't you fret about a thing' (laughter) -- me, I put a few dents in the family car and it's like I'm some disappointing careless idiot who doesn't pay attention and -- well -- puts dents in the car (laughter). C,mon, I used to be cute, too (big 'dog eyes', applause). I mean, right now I'd gladly hump a girl's leg and call it a good Saturday night (laughter)... Thank you, you've been very kind,,,
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22 comments:
Who's a good boy? Who's a goooood boy?
who's a god boy? huh? You that's who! Good god!
A happy crew of Labs is always a joyous sight. One of life's verities.
77 - Ramones
Zeus, the leftist dog.
Out dog gets a birthday every 52.14 days.
"Nation's Dog Owners Demand To Know Who's A Good Boy"
http://www.theonion.com/articles/nations-dog-owners-demand-to-know-whos-a-good-boy,181/
Meade,
Is it possible to learn what breeding kennel Zeus came from?
He is a classic black lab.
How old is Inga in human years?
I don't believe in dog years,
Here's a graph of dog age versus human age.
...the god dog is 49 (in dog years).
How old is Zeus in blog years? When did he first grace your web pages?
And why doesn't poor Zeus have his own tag?
My rare clumber is going to be 91 on Friday.
Zeus?
By Jove, it is!
My husband, thoroughly anti-dog as long as I've known him, is now talking about getting a dog when he retires. That, and starting a garden and learning to play the piano.
True, age 44 is a bit young to be looking forward to retirement, though retirement mostly means, for him, a change of careers to something without the overtime, and the ability to downsize by no longer supporting three kids and their college funds. . .
I figured it all out last Thursday.
If you don't know, you lose chump-wise.
Ha. Chump. Wise.
I talked of nothing other than the greatest of great ever, make people who focus on those things pariahs and what all. Again. I got and gots me just the same my info.
Since you desire to decipher you sow.
My birthday is Jn. 27th. Like a certain prodigy. Uh oh.
Oh no.
Oh no.
No no no extended.
Mozart young then not around.
Lady No More Gaga?
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Part of it is saying "http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJGh2q1353I" and part not isn't saying precisely such.
Some say it's just a part of it.
We've got to fullfilll the book.
Won't you help to sing.
These songs of freedom.
Comedy Stage Open Mic Night Comic says:
So I'm taking my parents' dog for a walk -- by "my parent's dog" I mean he used to be my dog but at 31 I wasn't quite up for the responsibility (laughter) -- and as I'm picking up his -- you know -- 'stuff' in a plastic bag I have a profound moment (laughter) -- not THAT profound, if you want 'real profound' you need to be here on Wednesdays for Open Mic Philosophers Night, Good Stuff -- anyway, I realize he and I have a lot in common: someone is always there to pick up his shit, and my parents pay my college loans (laughter).
I like the low expectations that come with being a dog: if you don't happen to learn the latest trick it's not like they're not going to still feed you (laughter): 'awww, puppie, you're still a GOOD dog, yes you are' (laughter). One of my proudest accomplishments was teaching the dog to sit up and beg: I was the right teacher at the right time (laughter). Myself, I learned the trick trying to get sex from an ex-girlfriend -- I settled for a tummy rub (laughter). I could also balance a biscuit on my nose -- I still practice that one: once you develop a skill like that you don't want it to waste away (laughter); it might come in handy at -- I don't know -- a 'gala biscuit event'. Or something.
So anyway, I'm walking the dog, thinking about the low expectations placed on him, and -- I gotta admit -- I start to get a little bit angry: why does HE get to be so lucky? (laughter) He can get a way with murder, the little bastard: he breaks Mom's lamp and it's no big deal, 'Mommykins will clean this right up, don't you fret about a thing' (laughter) -- me, I put a few dents in the family car and it's like I'm some disappointing careless idiot who doesn't pay attention and -- well -- puts dents in the car (laughter). C,mon, I used to be cute, too (big 'dog eyes', applause). I mean, right now I'd gladly hump a girl's leg and call it a good Saturday night (laughter)... Thank you, you've been very kind,,,
SayAahh said: "Is it possible to learn what breeding kennel Zeus came from? He is a classic black lab."
Answer: The breeder is Gateway Labs, and if you go here, the top picture is Zeus's father.
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