Domino (top) & Dash

Domino (top) & Dash

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

"Why Republicans Are Bad For Poodles" by Domino, the mini poodle




Domino Waiting for Storm

My poodle brother, Dash, and I have spent the better part of the last 2 days waiting at home for the tornado to hit the Gulf Coast in Florida.  Fortunately, it’s been relatively mild, so we got lucky- our human family stayed put (just to be sure) but without the usual storm hysteria involving flashlights, cans of tuna and crackers.

This gift of free time for dogs is just like a snow day for children: anything goes.

For us that means: treats for breakfast; long stretches of scratch-our-tummies; lolling about mindlessly with our usually preoccupied human mother; impromptu visits from her peculiar friends- all this makes for a festive and devil may care experience.

The one drawback is that the Republican National Convention was on TV.  It broke the mood to hear our mother call people names while she watched it with us, and once she even threw a shoe at the screen.

It was a soft house slipper, but still. 

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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

"Dog Days" by Domino the mini poodle




Dog days: the hottest days of summer.

That’s what we’re in right now. It’s so warm and sticky it makes my hair curl tightly. I suppose this would be newsworthy if I were an afghan hound, but I’m a poodle, so we’re just gilding the lily here.

Dog days of summer. This expression derives from the ancient belief that the Dog Star, Sirius, was responsible for hot weather due to its’ proximity to the sun. I like the idea that we dogs can be so influential.

Usually humans box us in and claim that our main purpose is to bring them “unconditional love.” They say this with the implied judgment that they don’t get that from anyone else and it is this that makes dogs so special. 

Well, I’m here to say that they don’t get unconditional love from us either. Frankly, you better believe we’re happy to see them. Our life would be vastly different if we had hands. Then, without any assistance, we could hit the cookie box or turn the door handle to get the hell out of the house whenever we wanted.  

But there’s no benefit to my revealing this, so let’s just keep it to ourselves.




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Thursday, August 2, 2012

Domino's Full Of It by Dash, the Toy Poodle


Mother ‘s friend, Nancy, often comes to visit Mother at our home.  They usually sit outside by the pool and spend the entire afternoon doing absolutely nothing with each other, as far as I can tell.  But my poodle brother Domino says they’re talking and he likes listening.  He usually homes in on them for scratches, knowing he’s going to get a good, long stretch of time out of it.  Nice move.

On Nancy's last visit, I complimented Domino on this clever maneuver.  His response was to tell me that I know nothing about “the value of communication.”  But really, how anyone can spend hours in conversation with another is TOTALLY beyond me. What there is to say after the first “how ya’ doin?” I wouldn’t know.  Domino insists that this is the difference between us; he claims I have no manners, curiosity or need for connection with others.


Dash

To all this I can only say: “Excuse me, dear brother. I'd be most grateful for your opinion about something when you have a free moment:  Over all these many years that we’ve lived together I’ve often wondered, HOW on God’s green earth can we possibly be related?  Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings with me on this subject."

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