Hi,

Dani took this picture when I first came to live with them here. I was sooo happy to have been rescued from Hillbilly Hell. The first day, I was shooting corn kernels and other veggies out of my butt. Momma got me some real dog food and I started to get better. I don't pee or stinky in the house anymore either. Well, sometimes if Momma and Daddy are at work, Ricky forgets to take me out and I'll leave a little surprise for him. That doesn't happen too much. I just got a new vet too. Everyone at the vet's office seems happy. The vets, The staff, the customers, and all the animals. They sell alot of quality, healthful stuff there for all animals. They really push those Greenies but Momma says you don't recommend them so we haven't bought any. I think I'll stick to the occasional cat turd rolled in litter. They kind of remind mom of those Pecan Rolls you get here in N.C. I only indulge
when no one is around. YUMM!!!!

I would like to recommend a product made for stinky doggie breath. Yip Yaps are delicious. They come in little tins like Altoids but are shaped like bones.

I would like to know what kind of shampoo could you recommend for
me?? I need one that won't wash off my Frontline and will make me smell good.

Shout out to Lerman and the crew out in the Hamptons.

Peace!!!!
CoCo Chanel

Read my professional response here...

so, i'd like to make an announcement...

i'm 28. twenty-eight, veinteocho and venteotto. this all happened yesterday, around 4 in the p.m.

i'm telling you all this thing, not so you can email me happybirthdays, but to let you in on a fantastic fact;

this is probably my best year in existence so far. i know some of you know about my getting separated from james earlier this year, which was like nervous-breakdownish for me, and starting a totally different, different life for myself was both stressful and exciting, besides being hellish and confusing. but i'm 28 yesterday and i can't remember when i've been more healthy and proud of myself until now. i've worked really hard to get to this place, and it's not perfect by any means but along with all the stuff i've done for myself, i have a deep, dark-in-a-good-way love in my everyday life who understands my brain and its malfunctions, who loves to sleep until 3 in the afternoon like i like to, and who takes care of me when my doctor collapses both of my lungs and sends me to the emergency room and they spear me while i am awake and insert 2 tubes into my chest and leave me in a bed for 6 days while i'm in constant pain and high on morphine.

he's the illest, the dopest, the freshest, the fly-est.

he's a big, big deal. so here's the beans photo series, so you can act like he's your friend in your head, just like you do with me. overandout-

Continue reading... "it's a pretty big deal. i'm 28 now."

This catalog is definitely worth a visit to the site to request it. It's well done (layout & photos) and the products are swanky. They've got the whole William Wegman line of dog things, funny dog art and cutesy dog clothes, among other things. A little on the pricey side as far as I'm concerned (around $70 for the quilted vest below), but worth a gander. And if you feel like how I feel about catalogs, this
one's a keeper. This one gets a 4 Hank heads rating. Click on the Hank heads to find out how I rate stuff. Request a catalog here.

And, perhaps the most compelling reason to git yerself a catalog from this company is this:

Continue reading... "Catalog Review- "in the company of dogs""

Here's some rare footage of a typical boxer greeting his favorite aunt. Notice the self control he has in not once jumping ON the guest. I'm impressed. This kind of greeting could make the world's worst serial killer feel like he's the greatest person on earth. Take your look here and click on the one that says "Buddy's Happy Dance" in the video section. Cheers.

Never before in the history of man-and-dog, had there been an individual who has pulled off the dressing and positioning of his dog in such a way that neither the man nor the dog had reason to be ashamed.

Until Wegman came.

The guy's a genius. He thinks of dressing his crazy weimaraners up in ridiculous costumes, probably sends the photos as christmas cards to his relatives, they show them to all their friends, and now Wegman's a gazillionaire. Sickeningly genius.

Sure, people have always dressed their dogs up in baby clothes, or a scarf here and there. But Wegman takes it waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too far. And for some reason, it works.

If anyone's considering starting up their own portraiture business of clothed dogs, please remember this: there are few dogs in the world who will tolerate you doing this to them. You'll have a good chance of getting the dracula cloak on them, but use caution when attempting to position them into the chaise lounge with their legs all spread out like a french prostitute. You will probably get seriously injured. In the face.

If this is to be pulled off, you'll need an almost-dead dog, like it should be so utterly indifferent to the entire world and everything therein, that it reacts to nothing, not even a lit marlboro being tucked underneath their upper lip so you can have your "And Here Is Figgy Smoking A Cigarette" shot. Be careful is all I'm saying.

Chilly Dawg is a new ice cream for dogs in sundae form. The creator of Chilly Dawg wanted to give her dog the best stuff to eat, without having to worry about dairy products, preservatives, chemicals, or animal fats. The flavors; Barkin' Apple, Berry Bite, Puppy Nutter, and Beggin’ Banana. Ingredient sample; unsalted soy milk, banana puree, dehydrated banana slices.

chilly-dawg.com

Awesome. someone was thinking. In this case, it was a lunatic dog owner who hated not being able to share her ice cream with her dog. Keep on rocking the world, dog fanatics. Your being so out-of-your-minds gives me more to write about.

From time to time, I refer all of you to dooce.com for writings about regular life that can and do make you spit raspberry seltzer out of your nose. The writer of dooce.com owns a dog, Chuck, who gets low-level torture on a regular basis from the whole family, including the 1 1/2 year old child. In this case, it was obviously an adult who was carefully orchestrating the mini-abuse session. Enjoy...