Heart of Dogness

Turkey Update

This is, like, the seventeenth day running that the Cape Cod Times has been following this story. Good thing there's nothing else happening in the world.

More on Turkey here.

Doggies: Your Best Investment

Blagojevich, Madoff, Dreier. Sheesh and Baksheesh. Get a dog. You'll be better off. But don't let one dog see another getting a better deal.

Barack Obama reads Heart of Dogness, maybe

We've mentioned the Great Obama Dog Search before on Heart of Dogness. In a fit of raging pomposity, we even called for the Obamas to go for a reascue dog. This is the Editorial We, incidentally. People tell me I'm something Royal, but it's not a We. Now the Chicago Tribune reports that the Obamas are considering a rescue puppy. Although that annoying Wayne Pacell guy from HSUS may think otherwise, this idea could only have come from Heart of Dogness. Dang, we got influence here. Update: This quote from Obama's press conference yesteday proves it! (I finally found the full quote in Dana Milbank's Washington Post column): "Malia is allergic, so it has to be hypoallergenic; there are a number of breeds that are hypoallergenic. On the other hand, our preference would be to get a shelter dog, but, obviously, a lot of shelter dogs are mutts like me. So whether we're going to be able to balance those two things, I think, is a pressing issue on the Obama household." I pointed out in my pompous bit, linked to above, that as Americans, we're all mutts. I think this pretty much clinches it. Barack Obama reads Heart of Dogness. Tell all your friends. Update 2: Jake and Tycho do a Public-Service Announcement for adopting shelter dogs. Gus and JoJo cried when they saw this.

Back in the saddle, I hope

Again I find myself apologizing for not posting lately. Lots of thing have been happening: I got a job. This has seriously limited the time available for blogging. I could probably write stuff, but it just don't sing without the pictures. Don't want to cheat the audience, however tiny. Family stuff. No matter how deep in the dungeon I stuff 'em, the wife and kiddies insist on having attention paid. Like I owed them or something. Dadgum election. I've been getting home and plunking myself in front of the computer every dang night, trying to read the tea leaves and comment on a zillion other blogs, like as if that's going to affect the outcome. Outcome fine, but no help from me. The dogs, meanwhile, not only haven't been drawn, they haven't been walked. Amazing how many weeks a dog can just hold it.

JoJo sleeps

Sketch of JoJo about twenty minutes ago, sleeping through Brian Schweitzer's speech to the DNC. To be fair, it was a rebroadcast, and she may have been more enthusiastic the first time around. This guy's fun to watch.