Here is gorgeous Lucas from The Cliks doing a poignant doggy dance with a very cute partner!!
Posts Tagged ‘Dogs’
Doggy Dance
Friday, June 13th, 2008Daily Puppy
Friday, May 9th, 2008Sometimes I can’t start my day without looking at DailyPuppy.com – a website devoted to pictures of dogs, puppies and grownup puppies. They update it every single day, and I will even log on at midnight just to see the dog changeover.
I love dogs of all kinds, and I when I look at them, I think about where I might kiss them: right on the dog lips, on the top of their soft dog heads, and on their dog chest, where they should be petted a lot because it makes them thrust out their chest and makes them proud – it is a dog psychological thing. I imagine petting them right at the base of their tail, which will make a lot of dogs legs start to kick out of sheer pleasure. I also imagine what kind of corn chip feet smell they will have – is it like Fritos or Doritos? MMM Cool Ranch!
My friend Ryan Landry says his dogs feet don’t have a corn chip smell because they are so clean, and so he keeps an open bag of Fritos by the bed so he can huff them. He has one two three Jack Russell terriers (the middle girl named after me!) and every time he kisses one, he kisses the others too – all equally so there is no jealousy. He grew up in a household with many siblings and he felt the sting of the rivalry, so he makes sure to love them all exactly the same.
Daily Puppy also has bios of the dogs in the pictures, turn ons and turn offs – kind of like Playboy, but it is dogs not people. One day I hope my lovely dogs will be featured on Daily Puppy!
Starving Dog in Art Exhibit
Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008I got forwarded this email and I was absolutely horrified. I cannot believe it. It makes me so upset I can’t even deal.
Subject: Boycott Guillermo Vargas at the Biennial Centroamericana Honduras 2008
In 2007, the ‘artist’ Guillermo Vargas Habacuc, took a dog from the street, tied him to a rope in an art gallery, and starved him to death.
For several days, the ‘artist’ and the visitors of the exhibition have watched emotionless the shameful ‘masterpiece’ based on the dog’s agony, until eventually he died.
Does it look like art to you?
But this is not all… the prestigious Visual Arts Biennial of the Central American decided that the ‘installation’ was actually art, so that Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the biennial of 2008.
PLEASE HELP STOP HIM.
http://www.petitiononline.com/ea6gk/petition.html
It’s free of charge, there is no need to register, and it will only take 1 minute to save the life of an innocent creature.
Thank you for your time.
Dog Kisses
Friday, April 11th, 2008How do you kiss your dogs? I like to kiss my dogs all the time. Every once in a while, they will let me kiss them on the lips, but it is rare. That is fun though because I really love dog lips because they are thin and black and sometimes shiny like they wear lip gloss.
My medium middle girl, Bronwyn, who is very beautiful and has many nicknames, like “briony” – after “Atonement” or just “brown” or “brownie” – after her coloring, which is a light honey, cinnamon brown with white spots like she is dotted with macadamia nuts, usually gets kissed on the cheeks. She has high cheekbones due to her mixed up dog heritage, so she gets kissed on both cheeks, above her whisker line European style. One cheek then the other cheek. She has gotten kissed like this so much she knows to turn her head slightly to receive it.
My big boy, Ralph, whose nickname is “Ralph Rapherton, private eye,” which is not a short nickname, but a fitting one, because he is a lot like a private investigator because he has an office, which is a small dark space under some stairs in my backyard where he can go in and receive visits from mysterious ladies wearing picture hats, usually gets kissed all over the space between his ears, because his fur is very soft there and feels good on the lips.
My littlest, Gudrun, who I have been calling “Gud-rin” because she is a lot like “exce-drin” in that she takes pain away, has a little caramel colored diamond on the top of her head, which is what we call a “kissing diamond.” She gets kissed there.
Although all my dogs have designated kissing areas, I would like to mention they are also kissed ‘freestyle,’ which means they get kissed in a ‘jazz improv’ way all over their entire dog bodies with the exception of the ‘whisker line’ – too sensitive and can bend and damage whiskers – which are very important! They aren’t just cute! They help the dog keep his or her balance.
Where do you kiss your dogs, cats, children, etc?
Puppy Mills
Tuesday, April 8th, 2008Oprah did an important show about the horrible business of puppy mills, which are “dog factories,” where female dogs are caged for their entire lives in order to churn out litter after litter, which are then sold at pet stores. It is an awful and cruel (not to mention disgusting and inhumane) practice. I am glad that Oprah shed some light on this situation, which has been going on for decades without anyone being able to stop it, even though animal rights activists have been protesting the entire time.
Puppy mills are horrible and should be illegal! Purebreds are available all the time at animal shelters, and can be adopted as puppies or older. As an old dog mother of three shelter babies myself, I think it is most rewarding to adopt an older dog, and it is also a lot easier. Puppies are so cute, but can be a tremendous amount of work, and they don’t stay little for that long. Older dogs are great – what you see is what you get! Even if you have your heart set on a purebred puppy, if you do a bit of searching, especially if you go to specific breed rescue groups, you can adopt one without a lot of hassle. I think shelters are the way to go though, because people discard their pets tragically all the time, or they don’t spay or neuter and wind up with litters that nobody wants. Animal shelters are full of squirming puppies who desperately need homes and you never know, your baby could be in there just waiting for you to come pick him or her up!
Please adopt pets from animal shelters or rescue organizations. You will not be sorry!
When I Think of Tibet
Friday, March 28th, 2008As the weeks go by and tensions and violence escalate in Tibet, it makes me more and more anxious. Tibet is a beautiful, mysterious country. I visited many years ago, and although there were always problems (I remember one incident when my travel party was delayed for several hours because of public executions!!) it was much calmer than it is now.
There isn’t enough air, which makes everyone who is just visiting a little high. To add to the trippy nature of the place, pretty much every site is religious. Even the graffiti is of different incarnations of Buddha – painted all over the sides of mountain rocks. If you felt sick, you were encouraged to meditate on the cool, indigo blue medicine Buddha, the deity whose color reminded me of the Milk of Magnesia bottle, whose image would soothe, coat and relieve as you pondered upon it. Tibet has the most challenging toilets in the world. I have been everywhere and I can attest to that! Hands down, Tibet is the number one worst place to go number 2.
But to counter that, Tibet has the best looking people in the world. They are Asian but with light eyes! Like green and blue! So everyone kind of looks like they are wearing contacts but they are not. I remember sitting in the courtyard of the Drepung monastery, watching all the gorgeously hot monks draped in their deep red robes, flinging their prayer beads at each other as they argued about philosophy while trying to steal looks at us at the same time. I know you aren’t supposed to hit on celibate people so I just sat on my hands the whole time and tried not to make eye contact for more than three seconds. Girl, it was hard!
I also loved the dog monastery, a special temple for wayward monks who have reincarnated into dogs. The grounds are covered in dogs of every size and shape and breed and hue, silently pondering the cycle of birth and rebirth. Squirming litters of puppies wriggle underneath their dog mothers and their distinguished elders nap in the patches of sun breaking through the clouds. There is no barking, no howling, no fighting, and miracles of miracles – no poo! – nothing but the quiet mediation of dogs and monks. You are allowed to feed the dogs small pieces of dough, and they actually wait in line! When I think of Tibet, I remember the politeness of the dogs, pulling back their dog lips and ever so gently taking the food from my hand with their open teeth, not wanting to bite my hand accidentally and then looking warmly into my eyes with a silent thanks. The thought of rioting and looting and blood in the streets there is too painful to comprehend.
This entry is cross-posted at The Huffington Post
PETA Passion
Thursday, February 28th, 2008Wow this is very interesting! People are super passionate about PETA! They really love them or they really hate them! I guess I would say myself, I don’t always agree with all their tactics, but hell, I just love animals. I can’t help it. I love them. All animals. But mostly dogs, because they are the most accessible to me. I am a severe dogizer. Whenever I see a dog, I check her out and try to get with her, at least for a second. I love it when you start petting a dog you don’t know, and you come upon their sweet spot – either on their chest near their dog underarms, or at the base of the tail, and they start thumping their dog foot! It is the most satisfying feeling. I also love the tendency of larger breeds to lean on your leg while you are petting them. They start to push all their dog weight onto you like they could fall asleep on you. I also like to kiss on top of dog heads where the fur is especially soft.
So any organization about helping dogs and other animals, is cool. Whether that is the ASPCA or Best Friends or PETA – I think it is all good because it gives people a choice in what they can do to help animals. Although I love animals, I don’t want to be a vegan. I used to be a vegan – and it makes me have such stinky farts. I almost executed myself in my own gas chamber. Stinky farts. No – stanky farts. Smells so bad that I have to change the ‘i’ to an ‘a’. I mean seriously. It is not ok. As a meat eater, I find that my farts are much more bark than bite. It’s all air and movement and reverb. It is like my ass is blowing you a kiss.














































