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I decided to post the boys later than the random ten this week so we can leave them up through the 4th of July; a day we celebrate by taking time off from work, eating foods that seem suspiciously unhealthy, and getting horrifically sunburned. America! Fuck yeah! Things should be a bit more sedate in my neighborhood this year since we banned the beach booze which is no skin off my nose since I don’t drink and I’m all about restricting the rights of others. Particularly drunk others.
Normally we go to a movie on the evening of the fourth because the theaters are usually deader than Bob Dole’s dick and if I want to see fireworks I can do that anytime by just rubbing my eyes really really hard. Oooo. Aaaah. But since we’re not sure how Fenway ( six months old this past Tuesday) is going to handle the snap, crackle, and pop of freedom marching so we’ll probably just stay home and watch something suitably patriotic like Reds. Or Harold and Kumar. Whatever.
Anyway, here’s your dose of dog:
(Click to make ginormous.. relatively speaking)
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Uh oh. If there’s anything scarier than satanically-glowering Beckham, it’s Beckham looking like his latest atrocity is about to be discovered. The wide-eyed innocent frowny pose that says (in a voice akin to Kevin Kline apoligizing to an unconscious John Cleese in A Fish Called Wanda) “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”…
Doggie val**m is a good thing to have this time of year. Hope you and the bassets have a pleasant holiday.
When I see the phrase “Bob Dole’s dick” only a few words away from “rubbing really hard” . . . well, let’s just say I need brain bleach.
Talk about unhealthy foodstuffs: our local Kroger grocery recalled ground beef this week. We had already purchased and consumed it, so I guess ours wasn’t tainted. They sent out an automated phone call based on the computer records they keep of our purchases using our Kroger savings card. A little Big Brotherish, maybe. Makes me rethink the plan to grill burgers again…
I love the middle dog photo; he has built-in eyeshades! Clever dog!
We had the first monsoon storm of the season last night – big booms and flashy sky lights and wet stuff – Arthur once again attempted to burrow through the wall in order to escape. I look forward to tonight’s artificial version – most likely with gunfire!
Your long, short boys should probably sleep under the bed tonight.
I’m with you in thinking that non-drunk-other zones are a very good thing.
I just got back from a hike up in the Colorado high country close to the biggest city in our square state; being this close to so many means every hike is an adventure is identifying doggie breeds, frequencies of types, etc. As usual, black and yellow labs dominate in number, but one of the last dogs we saw was a pair of chihuahua’s doing their damnedest to try to keep up to their humans.
Dare I say in the presence of saintly Satchmo and adorable Fenway that I love Beckham the mostest?
Better to stay in with the dogs. I confess to worrying a lot about neighborhood dogs I didn’t even know as I enjoyed some snapping good fireworks in a friend’s yard tonight.