It’s a dog’s life
I was gonna bring kibble, but HE decided that soup made more sense, so we put a bunch of cans in the barrel before I pranced around the grandstand, feelin’ kinda important, but not stuck-up. You know… classy.
Oh, before I forget… right before ThunderBash we went on a road trip, to this really grrrrrrreat event called the “Pine Bush UFO Fair,” which also has a page on Facebook. HE said you should turn to page 19 for more info on that. There was a parade with spaceships and aliens and dogs everywhere. Most of them were really nice, except this one snobby Pomeranian from Manhattan (figures) who was pretty, but she snarled at me when I suggested that we share a photo-op. After I informed her that it’s “my column, not hers,” she reluctantly agreed, but I had the last laff when she saw Darth Vader and peed a little, cuz she was scared. (BOL!) Afterwards, HE visited with some friends and took a lot of pictures that I’m not in, which was kinda rude, but I’m used to it. Every time someone compliments me, HE rolls his eyes and says things like “yes, I know she’s cute” and “yes, I hear that a lot.” You know, kinda snotty (IMHO). When I suggested taking over his column permanently, HE sent me an email with this quote from Wikipedia: “The phrase ‘man bites dog’ is an aphorism in journalism which describes how an unusual, infrequent event is more likely to be reported as newsworthy, rather than an ordinary, everyday occurrence, such as ‘dog bites man’. Think about it,” HE wrote. “Are you sure you want to bite the hand that feeds you?” With my adorable tail between my legs, I think I’ll chew on that for a bit and get back to you.