Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
One cool cowboy. This was mom's favorite photo of the day (excluding her furry kids, of course).
These little fuzzballs rode around in a baby stroller.
This little pup stood next to us watching the parade. You can't really tell from the photo, but he was tiny -- probably about four pounds. And he had a very interesting scent
Sunday, February 22, 2009
After the parade ended, we mingled with the crowd, stopping for a pair of beignets. Though it did not quite match the experience of licking the powdered-sugar-covered floor of Cafe Du Mond in the French Quarter, our snack was tasty nonetheless.
Farther into the city's West End, we spotted a roadside preacher. He was much like myself, minus the charisma and adoring fans. With his megaphone in hand, he railed against everyone in attendance. "You are all hypocrites!" he bellowed. "You claim you are Christians, yet you are not! This used to be the Bible Belt -- now it's the Hypocrite Belt! Look at you, drinking the devil's brew!"
"How uninformed this man is," I whispered to Wendell. "I am a Muslim pug and have not claimed to be anything but that since my jailhouse conversion. I suspect that if anyone in this crowd is a hypocrite, it is this judgmental blowhard."
Then mother slowly approached the man. "Excuse me, sir," she said, her throat parched from a night of revelry. "Could you tell us where we can find the hurricanes?"
Thursday, February 19, 2009
While perusing a canine message board today, I came upon a post asking a simple yet provocative question: "Is owning a pug ... unmanly?" I felt I had to respond.
There is no manlier dog than a male pug. As I type this, my little pug brother Wendell and my human father are sitting on a recliner. Despite two of us three having been neutered, the scent of testosterone is palpable in the air. Mother will surely be overwhelmed when she enters the room.
Women commonly swoon in my presence, sometimes offering me their underpants (OK, perhaps they don't always offer, but I find them all the same -- especially in unwatched luggage). Men I pass on the street envy my carefree, confident ways, and my stocky yet chiseled physique.
Yes, there is no manlier living organism on God's green earth than a male pug.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Ayatollah Mugsy, whom Obama had nominated less than 24 hours earlier, had little chance of being approved by Congress, according to legislative leaders.
The ayatollah, who would have been the first pug to ever hold a Cabinet position, declined to comment.
According to a report in Thursday's Washington Post, Ayatollah Mugsy had never filed a tax return and had openly antagonized the IRS. The radical cleric had also had run-ins with the United Nations and the International Atomic Energy Agency, at one point even holding inspectors from the nuclear agency hostage.
White House Chief of Staff Rahm Emanuel said that Obama was unaware of these controversial links in the ayatollah's past.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Friday, February 06, 2009
As you know, my flock, I wear a few gray hairs on my beard. And like many old-timers, I sometimes question the direction of modern man. Common courtesy and good manners often seem to be in short supply. But in this instant, in this brief exchange between woman and machine, my faith in the decency (and the peculiarity) of humanity was restored.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
The Puppy Bowl has revolutionized the broadcast TV industry, introducing technical advances such as the water bowl cam, which has been adopted by shows like "60 Minutes," "Nightline" and "Wheel of Fortune." And the big game continues to innovate: After this year's show, all the "free agents" will be available for adoption from animal shelters. So your favorite player just might wind up being your best friend.