Since it's Saturday and I'm still drinking coffee and playing music too loud for the neighbors, I thought I would repost a couple of things.

Enjoy.






Thursday, September 27, 2012

This dog is on probation.






Although you can't tell from these pictures, Mike is in big trouble this morning.

Last night, apparently fed up with spending the day alone while I was in Chicago, and despite the best efforts of The Source of the Trouble, The 29, the landlord, and Neighbor Fred to keep him company, he decided to take himself over to the neighbors house across the street for a little visit.

Twice.

But this was only accomplished after he went thru the window.

Twice.

Once thru the bedroom window.

And, once thru the living room window.

So when I got home at 10:00 last night, Neighbor Fred was sitting on the couch looking all stern and serious and concerned about how MY DOG had escaped on 2 SEPARATE OCCASIONS and caused quite a stir here in the neighborhood, roaming hither and yon, all willy-nilly, and how the tall, thin, blonde, French lady across the street had come to Fred's house for help, in the dark of night, wearing only a black, silk nighty, all dewey with a sheen of sweat glistening on her heaving bosom, because MY DOG had gone to her house AGAIN, and Neighbor Fred was only gonna tolerate this tall, thin, blonde, in her black silk nighty, and her heaving bosoms banging away on his door, looking only for the consolation and consideration of strangers, in the dark of night, ten or twelve more times before he would really have to put a stop to this, clearly unacceptable, behaviour.

Neighbor Fred is right and I am really sorry.

What man wants to deal with this sort of shenanigans?

There you are trying to relax (after spending several days in Boston whoopin' it up with friends,) and you're just sitting there trying to watch America's Next Top Garbage Truck Driver and such, and the next thing you know a tall, thin, blonde woman with a thick French accent and heaving, glistening bosoms, all dewey in the moonlight and whatnot, is breathlessly calling your name.

I can see how that would get downright annoying and I'm surprised that both Mike and I weren't shot on sight.
I'm sure there's a red mark on our permanent records.

But the point is, Mike is in really big trouble.
I can't have dogs flying thru my windows at all hours of the night, even if the aforementioned dog comes home attached to dewey breasted French wom.......


Wait............

Nevermind.

We're good.
Nothing to see here.
No, no. Problem solved.



(Good boy)
(Goooooooood Boy)


With many thanks to Stephen Wright:

"I bought a dog the other day. I named him Stay. It's fun to call him. "Come here, Stay! Come here, Stay!" He went insane. Now he just ignores me and keeps typing. He's an East German Shepherd."








Posted by Joey Rodriguez at 7:07 AM