I wanted to find a fall fair to take my dog named Dick.
We decided on this one.
My Dog Named Dick
Tag: dog
Another Edition of … Random Thoughts
Is it just me, or is this sign really confusing with all the arrows?
My wife offers to give our dogs food if they allow her to clean their ears. She has never made me such an offer, one which I surely would accept.
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A Canine Edition of … Am I a Bad Guy?
Our poodle was diagnosed with a double ear infection yesterday. My wife says she’s a standard poodle, but she sure looks like a toy poodle to me.
Get it?
Anyway, the veterinarian put (undoubtedly expensive) medicine in her ears after plucking her ear hair. I should be grateful that our dog is on the way to recovery and focus on making her comfortable. However, all I do is wish I could get a double ear infection so that someone can pluck my ear hair for me.
Am I a bad guy?
Is My Dog Suicidal or Murderous?
He’s always looked somewhat depressed, even as a puppy.
But now, he’s acting out. The other night, in a effort to stem the tide of my winter weight gain, I went to bed without eating even one of the delicious chocolate brownies that my wife had made.
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My wife works at a school, and there are big questions as to what school will look like in the fall. Maybe like this classroom in China with kids in masks and with social distancing hats on …
If there is no in-school classroom, my wife may be out of work. We just don’t know at this time. Taking matters into her own paws, our dog got my wife a job offer today by looking like this …
Mite Be Funny #167 – Belated Multi-Panel Doggone Earth Day Special Edition
Tread Lightly
I was unsure of whether I would be able to walk again, let alone feed, bathe, or clothe myself. That’s right, I recently had a sore, swollen knee. Spare me your pity, but monetary contributions are always welcome. It was only through sheer will, grit, determination, and my wife’s nagging that I found I could walk again, if you can call what I do walking. And it was my dog, yes, my dog, that got me to use my treadmill again.
It’s a great treadmill that was sitting idle while I writhed in pain as I ate ice cream and my family urged me to “get off my fat ass and do something for God’s sake” or some encouraging words to that effect. Even the treadmill taunted me regarding my potentially burgeoning weight without activity.
But it wasn’t my family’s “encouragement” that got me to use the treadmill again. It was my faithful dog and her chunky vomit that got me to use the treadmill again. I’ll explain.
There is no better way I like to start my day than to trudge through 7+ inches of new snow in my backyard to corner my dog and pull a frozen mouse from her mouth. I thought it was just a melon rind I was composting in the vegetable garden. Imagine my surprise and her disappointment.
Heeling Power
As I walk our dog, I try and teach her to heel with a corrective tug on the leash as I say, “Heel.”
After I do that, I swear that I hear our dog mutter under her breath, “Just walk faster, idiot.”
Sort of Closed for Vacation
This will be a spotty week for this blog, although that sounds like an accurate description of every week for this blog. We said good-bye today to our beloved family member of the canine variety after 14 & 1/2 years. We’ll miss you Gus.
Yeah, those lumps on his chest were tumors that were possibly cancerous and perhaps did him in. That, and being old. RIP little buddy.
I also am transitioning from one computer to another, so that is a royal pain. On top of that, we are headed to Michigan for a short vacation visiting relatives for a few days. They’re nice relatives, relatively speaking. Did you know that Michigan beaches are some of the best in the world? Of course, the relatives we are visiting live smack dab in the middle of Michigan, nowhere close to those beaches.
Based on what is going on in the USA these days with imprisoning children, I am tempted to drive right through Michigan to Canada and never look back. Gus has gone on to a better place. These days Canada is better than the USA, so why not the rest of us?
I am hoping some things catch my eye as we make our journey, and I get inspired to post a wacky pic or observation. But even if I don’t, you can be sure I’ll be back this weekend with a new Sunday Mite Be Funny.
Donald Trump is my Shower Buddy
Before we get to Trump & I showering together, I am pleased to report that we have somehow survived our first week with our new puppy named Lola, no thanks to Lola. She’s an incredible amount of work, but she is awfully cute …
Lola had a little something to do with that shower I took with Trump.
Dog of a Name for Name of a Dog
We’re getting a puppy. Ready? 1 … 2 … 3 … awwwww.
It is a standard poodle. I wanted a sub-standard poodle since I thought that would be less expensive, but I lost that battle.
Anyway, now comes the battle over the name.
Me? A Dog Person?
A neighbor just called me a “dog person” this morning.
Urine the Middle of National Pet Day
I’m celebrating National Pet Day with our dogs today.
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World 