The Ottawa Citizen has a great photo gallery from the Westminster dog show, which of course is a humongous deal for a teeny tiny fraction of dog owners, and for the rest of us just provides sheer amusement.
I subscribe to the “dogs are incredible, loyal, often hilarious companions, but they are not my life” group, like most folks I think, so the shots of these pampered pooches casting long-suffering looks balefully into the camera are pretty funny.
The caped Corgi shown here in particular seems to be saying “Oh, keep laughing. I will keell you slowly and taste your hot blood on my tongue… aaas soon as I am done perching here like an eediot. What is this? A bird house? What the hell are these things I’m standing on? Corgi stilts? Why am I wearing a purple cape? Bah, I shall keel you all for this. Tremble before me….Tremble!”
Almost every picture there is caption-worthy, I had a hard time deciding which one to make fun of…. This guy’s super-intense gaze spoke to me.
On Saturday Quinn had a hockey game, and they lost 3-2. He wasn’t too worried about it, they just have too much fun playing to get all that worked up over it. We were walking out of the rink and I said to Quinn, ‘well don’t worry buddy, you can’t win them all’. His response?
“No, but you CAN lose them all.”
After I stopped laughing, I started thinking that this was actually fairly profound. In the grand sense, any “win” should be a reason to celebrate. We should be grateful for what we have, in essence. It can always be worse.
As I prepare to work again this weekend (which is 4 out of the last 5 weekends in a row) it is rather important to remember that it’s better to be working hard than hardly working.
I’m not a fan of guns, and would think that most reasonable people would agree that guns in schools are a bad idea (Remember when the pro-gun boys showed up on the blog to have a say and hilarity ensued? Good times.).
It seems that some school boards have a no toy gun policy to support the no real gun thing, which probably makes sense to most folks too. Some toy guns look pretty real, and that could result in mistakes and tragedy.
Still, sometimes you just have to wonder what some folks are thinking: a fourth-grader got hauled into the principal’s office in New York for playing with his LEGO in the school cafeteria (the horror…), one piece of which was a 2 inch toy gun. The principal (decided her life was in danger and) ended up threatening the boy with suspension. Here’s a chilling picture of the murderous weapon with which she was threatened.
Um ya.
This is exactly what the folks who wrote the policy were thinking, I’m sure. You know what else? I’m thinking they should remove all of the capital “L” magnets from the kindergarten rooms because if those suckers ever fall over just so, my god! It’s a perfect replica of a Luger, and it’s pointed right at Timmy! Heaven help the poor kid that tries to pick it up, he will probably be swarmed by three cops.
Sigh. Doesn’t this sound a little nuts? I mean, a LEGO gun? Even the kid’s police officer father thinks they went a tad far beyond reason. The mom is thinking of suing, and I say go for it.
A nice little follow up to my glowing review of They Might Be Giants’ new CD Here Comes Science on Time.com. It’s cool to see pro-science folks do well by not dumbing things down, contrary to the norm. Those songs are still favourites around the house, I will often put it on while we are having dinner and the whole family bops along and sings the words. Actually Cael usually also acts out the words, which has to be seen to be believed.
Anyway, it’s way cool stuff. Check these guys out.
Special bonus, which I didn’t know is: they did the theme songs for Malcolm in the Middle, and The Daily Show. Cool.
I recently bought Lloyd and Harvey some new dog toys, along with some new gear getting ready for Lloyd’s obedience class (no doubt the topic of a future blog post all by itself).
Taking Lloyd to PetSmart is an amplified version of what happens everytime I take Lloyd anywhere. The amount of attention this dog gets is insane. He’s a rock star everywhere he goes. The looks, the grins, and the conversations with people are a constant. What is it about St. Bernards that attract attention like no other breed? Harvey is a beautiful dog, but he can’t hold a candle to this kind of attention. The best part of the whole thing is Lloyd is completely indifferent to it. He really doesn’t care about the people. The dogs are another thing entirely.
Lloyd loves other dogs, whether or not they love him. Most return the affection, but some don’t. Lloyd has no sense of personal space if you are a dog butt. Some dogs aren’t all that keen to have a wet nose the size of a baseball attached to 130lbs of unstoppable dog rammed into their butts, no matter how friendly he is. I know I wouldn’t be. When Lloyd sniffs, he really sniffs, in the draftiest, snuffliest sense. There is nothing lost on Lloyd when it comes to smells.
Anyway, I got home from the pet store, Lloyd promptly stole the stuffy I bought from the bag as I was taking my boots off and ran off to show Harvey. In approximately 15 minutes, this was the scene that greeted me when I came downstairs.
They look guilty, and well they should. The stuffy is no more, or just a shell of it’s former self. Oh well, easy come, easy go. If you look carefully you will notice that Lloyd doesn’t quite look as guilty as he should, it’s exceptionally hard to look properly remorseful with a stiffy.
That is a universal lesson that all males should take to heart when trying to get away with something: with a stiffy, your chances are iffy.
