Archive for September, 2006

Location, location, location

Sometimes I can’t help but lament the fact that I live in a place where the dominant philosophy can be summed up and printed on a bumper sticker such as “Cowboy Up” or “Git-R-Done” or the comparatively verbose “Do you believe in life after death? Touch a Cowboy’s hat and find out” (actually spotted twice today).  Other times I can’t help but be thankful that I live in a place where it actually gets dark at night.  Stars are pretty.

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Dog Farts

Just admit it up front, people.  Everyone’s blamed it on the dog once or twice before, at least as a joke.  My question is this: Have you ever seen a dog fart and then be completely confused about what just happened?  My dog, the spaz, can’t quite seem to figure it out. Every time he farts (which is kinda often for a dog) he jumps up and looks around confused.  He knows something just happened down there, but he can’t quite figure out what.  He starts by shooting accusing looks around the room, then sniffing the carpet where his butt had been, then looking confused some more and finally shooting a look around the room warning everyone to be on the look-out before laying back down a few feet away from where he started.  The best I can figure is that he thinks there’s a little hand that lives under the carpet and comes out every once in a while just to stick a finger up his butt then run away.

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