Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Good picture of the great human football hero.
The good news is Michael Vick is still behind bars. But he is plotting a return to human football, like he's all sorry and stuff. Oh yea? Well what do you make of this:
"Vick apologized to the court, his family and "to all the kids who looked up to me as a role model."
What, no apology to the dogs he harmed and their families? Some apology. He just doesn't get it, does he?
Let ME apologize, because I know I sound bitter, very uncharacteristic for me, such an otherwise sweet little dog.
Friday, November 21, 2008
"Malia Obama has expressed an interest in a cockapoo . . ."
Yes, you read it right. Malia must have read my recent blog. You go, girl!
You really shouldn't read the article beyond the second paragraph. I almost regret posting a link to that article because it contains some breedest slurs of the most vile sort, hardly fit for polite society.
Monday, November 17, 2008
As you know, I was a supporter of your candidacy, albeit a soft one:
First, the breed of dog for your kids, perhaps the most pressing issue of our time. You promised in your campaign to change the tone of Washington. After of eight years of Barney as the poster dog for the Republican Attack Machine, who would bite any reporter he disagrees with, it is time for a kinder and gentler White House dog. My advice to you is: go with the cocakpoo. In all modesty, I've been told repeatedly that I have the classic cockapoo looks and I've highlighted the features in the attached photo: small, furry, with floppy ears and a short stubby tail (just click on the photo to get a better look where I've labeled each). And our fur doesn't shed, so Malia will not be achooing all the time - our fur stays very well contained on our bodies until that lady comes at us with her butchering scissors. And we are very gentle and incapable of hurting anyone so Sasha will not have to worry that one might bite her, even if she pulls our tail or hugs us too hard. Let me be perfectly clear, I'm not applying for the position myself. I like downtown DC and all, especially for sight peeing, but I'd be too scared at the White House and have all those strange people around all the time. I'm very happy here in McLean in this nice home and am quite content with my Kong snacks. But if you want one just like me, just go ahead and contact Autumn View Farm. They can set Cody and Cherokee on the job and because you will soon be president and all, you may even get the pick of the litter, even though they are probably Republican-leaning (just a guess here as I rarely discussed politics when I was down there).
Second, Hillary for Secetary of State. She will help repair and soften America's relationship with dogs all over the world.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
So I was in my cozy little annex, my brother's erstwhile closet, surfing the 'net, and did a little research on the subject. You see once upon a time, this funny-looking little man named Richard Nixon was president. Even though he had just about everything, he was president after all, he was kinda a kleptomaniac and not always very honest. He heard all these rich people lived at the Watergate Hotel, just down the street from his house (you know, the White House), and he couldn't resist. So one night Nixon busted into the joint and tried to rob some stuff. But he tripped the alarm on his way out and tipped people off. He was wearing a mask and all, but wouldn't you know it, he had pulled an old Halloween mask out of the closet and with his luck, it was A RICHARD NIXON mask, so everyone knew it was him. He went on TV and said he wasn't a crook, but no one believed him. So they kicked him out, all the way back to California, too far from the Watergate to be robbing it any more. I think even with his faults he was a good man. He even went on TV once and told everyone how much he and his young daughter Trish loved their little cocker spaniel Checkers. A man like that can't be all bad.