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    <title>The End</title>
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    <published>2010-06-27T19:20:14Z</published>
    <updated>2010-08-15T17:36:48Z</updated>

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        <name>Gerret</name>
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    <title>Yes, we have no bananas</title>
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    <id>tag:www.blogdogs.com,2009://1.184</id>

    <published>2009-08-26T00:26:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-24T15:52:54Z</updated>

    <summary>No I'm not back. This is just a maintenance post. I'm still here. Still retired. Still not posting. Just had to check in for the benefit of the knuckleheads. First, for those of you who care, I'm doing fine. Pretty...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>No I'm not back. This is just a maintenance post. I'm still here. Still retired. Still not posting. Just had to check in for the benefit of the knuckleheads.</p>

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<p>First, for those of you who care, I'm doing fine. Pretty lame in my back hips, the eyes aren't much good any more, but after nearly 15 years I know my way around here pretty good and my nose and ears are just fine thank you and that's what's important. The hair is going white, at least those parts of it that weren't already white; but I can still enjoy going for a walk, or a car ride, and I still got my appetite. Got to go swimming last week and that was great.</p>

<p><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="chiggerinwater.jpg" src="http://www.blogdogs.com/chiggerinwater.jpg" width="400" height="300" class="mt-image-none" style="" /></span></p>

<p>But I ramble.</p>

<p>Anyway, I am not here to revive this blog. As I said last year, and the year before that, it's done. Over. Dead. It's not on hiatus. It's passed on. This blog is no more! It has ceased to be. It's expired. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it's kicked the bucket, it's shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible!</p>

<p>I leave it here for archival purposes, or as Woody (RIP) would have said, arch-rival porpoises.</p>

<p>Some folks still come by for the <a href="http://www.blogdogs.com/dogagecalculator.html">dog-age calculator</a>. Others like to visit the <a href="http://www.blogdogs.com/coolidge.html">C.M. Coolidge dogs-playing-poker page</a>. Some folks visit because they can't spell any better than Woody used to could, so when they Google "Chiwawa" it brings them to blogdogs.com. And finally, there's a refined pack of dogs and dog lovers who come here just to luxuriate in the forty-plus dog years of fascinating writings by Woody and yours truly. </p>

<p>We was pioneers. There's no denying it. How can you tell? Just type "blogdogs.com" into your browser. See where you end up. We're not "Goofus the Blog Dog" or "blogdogs1643.com" or "blogdogs.edu" or "blogdogs.blogger.com" or whatever. There's only one "blogdogs.com" and it's me and Woody. Period. And always has been.</p>

<p>Did we invent the dog blog? That's for dog historians to determine. But young pups these days have no clue what it was like back in the day, designing for 640-pixel-wide, 16-color monitors; waiting for the dial-up modem to connect so you could spend the next three hours uploading a thumbnail picture. There was no "embed this video" YouTub, no Facebutt, no Twitturd. Laptops weighed 75 pounds and had three-inch monitors. There was no wifi. We had to attach our computers to big heavy expensive cables and coffee shops weren't good for anything but getting coffee. We had to press our blog entries into clay tablets and then upload them using ropes and pulleys, AND WE LIKED IT!</p>

<p>But I ramble.</p>

<p>Anyway, here's the deal. In spite of the fact this blog is artifactal, there's a number of folks out there who continue to write to me even though they've obviously never read a single friggin' post. I'm flattered. But in almost all cases I'm getting the impression that they're not really paying attention. For instance, here's some nice woman named Rebecca:</p>

<blockquote><em>Hi Chigger and Woody, 

<p>My name is Rebecca, I am from http://xxxxxxx . We sell a variety of dog care products.... <br />
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I came across your site today while browsing the Web and fell in love with it! I found it extremely full of fun! I did no't (sic) know it was possible for a dog to strain their tale (sic) for wagging too hard. Ha!</p>

<p>We would like to write a blog post telling our customers how valuable your site is on our blog, http://xxxx. It would be wonderful if you could feature XXXX  on your own site. This can be a great opportunity for both of us to increase our brand exposure and get the word out about our sites.</em></blockquote></p>

<p>What my dear friend Rebecca apparently didn't notice is that</p>

<ol>
	<li>There hasn't been a post here in over a year</li>
	<li>Woody is dead.</li>
	<li>The anecdote about the tail strain was a post-Woody reminisce and not meant to be funny.</li>
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<p>Sheesh.</p>

<p>Amy wrote recently to say: </p>

<blockquote><em>"We evaluated your blog based on the following criteria: Frequency of Updates, Relevance of Content, Site Design, and Writing Style. After carefully reviewing each of these criteria, your site was given its 6.0 score. Please accept my congratulations on a blog well-done!!"

<p>Amy also offered Woody and I the opportunity to put their logo on our web site to draw attention to our 6.0 (out of 10) score.</em></blockquote></p>

<p>6 out of 10? Huh? I mean even if the writing and design deserved perfect 10s, we couldn't score any better than 5 when you factor in zeros for frequency and relevance. I mean there's nothing there. It's a void! Do the math! Argh.</p>

<p>Maria writes: </p>

<blockquote><em>I work for LinkStar, a leading broker of online advertising, dealing with many thousands of independent webmasters worldwide. We currently have a client in the Gaming industry for whom we are looking to acquire advertising from quality websites.

<p>We've had a look at your site and think that it would be a good match for our client, whose target demographic is similar to your own.</em></blockquote></p>

<p>What demographic is that? Dead dogs?  People who read neglected blogs? What?</p>

<p>Julia writes:</p>

<blockquote><em>We are proud to announce the publication of Blah Blah Blah by award-winning journalist Blah Blah and world-renowned photographer Blah Blah.  ...
 
Once you've had a chance to read more about Blah, it would be great if you could help us spread the word by posting a shot of the cover on your website or in your newsletter. Please let me know if that's something you would be able to do. </em>
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Yes, Julia. I'm pretty much blind and, oh by the way, I'm a dog. So by all means send me the book. Include a thick slab of meat and I'll put you in my next newsletter.

<p>Ryan writes:</p>

<blockquote><em>Hi Woody and Chigger,

<p>First off, great blog! I discovered your BlogDogs Blog a few weeks ago and have been checking back on it regularly. Wow, the adventures of Woody and Chigger are quite fun to ready (sic) about!  You're doing a wonderful job of building community through your blog.  Keep up the great work.</p>

<p>My name is Ryan and I am working with a Portland, Oregon-based company that is preparing to release a blah blah blah...</p>

<p>If you're interested in being one of the first to review this new blah and post your thoughts on your blog, I'd love to send you a complimentary promo.</em></blockquote></p>

<p>Checking back regularly, Ryan? What? Reading the same year-old post over and over again but never comprehending that part of the text that says Woody is dead and I'm not posting any more?</p>

<p>But I ramble.</p>

<p>Anyway, for those of you I know and love, this is a bonus post. </p>

<p>It's also a chance for me to see if the next entrepreneurial fool who writes wanting to promote a product or exchange a link or kiss my smelly butt for a favor has actually read anything that's written here. If that describes you and you're reading this far, I've got two words for you: <a href="http://www.gerretswirled.com">Gerret Swirled</a>. Gerret is a capitalist whore. He even tries to eat out of my food bowl before I'm done. He'll say good things about a dead cat if there's a treat in the offing. Check him out.</p>

<p>if you still write me with some bullshit email about how great my blog is and would I do this for that, I'll know you never read even the first post in the blog and I'll just roll over and go back to sleep.</p>

<p>For the rest of you, <a href="http://www.cafepress.com/blogdogs">buy my stuff</a>, visit my <a href="http://www.gerretswirled.com">pack-mate</a>, take naps, wag your tail and remember to stretch. Love ya all. (Of course I do. I'm a dog.)</p>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>There's a New Dog in Town</title>
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    <id>tag:www.blogdogs.com,2008://1.149</id>

    <published>2008-02-03T17:12:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-02T14:07:12Z</updated>

    <summary>While I'm pretty much enjoying life in semi-retirement, (in an arthritis, gas, stiffness, bad breath and an annoying new puppy sort of way) I would be remiss if I didn't return here for a moment to inform loyal readers that...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>While I'm pretty much enjoying life in semi-retirement, (in an arthritis, gas, stiffness, bad breath and an annoying new puppy sort of way) I would be remiss if I didn't return here for a moment to inform loyal readers that there's a new dog -- well puppy actually -- here named Gerret and he has started his own blog. In a word he's young and headstrong and self-important, and, well, insolent and boastful and egotistical and just plain cheeky, not to mention arrogant, conceited and over-confident, and he lacks the wit and wisdom that Woody and I brought you over the years, but he calls that "being new school." At least he's house-trained. </p>

<p>Anyway, check him out at <a href="http://www.blogdogs.com/gerret"><strong>http://www.blogdogs.com/gerret</strong></a>. And be sure to sign up for notifications there, because this is the last time I'm gonna talk about that annoying little fart here. I hope.</p>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>The End of the Tail</title>
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    <id>tag:www.blogdogs.com,2007://1.132</id>

    <published>2007-11-18T17:26:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-02T14:07:39Z</updated>

    <summary>Woody's the only dog I ever knew that sprained his tail from wagging it too hard. That's the dog's honest truth. Ask the vet. That tail could knock you half way to Sunday if you accidently got in the way...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Woody's the only dog I ever knew that sprained his tail from wagging it too hard. That's the dog's honest truth. Ask the vet. That tail could knock you half way to Sunday if you accidently got in the way just when he was communicating his joy for the moment. Woody died yesterday. He was my friend. I miss him so terribly much. I kind of don't feel much like writing any more.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>tip toe through the liriope</title>
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    <id>tag:www.blogdogs.com,2007://1.131</id>

    <published>2007-11-14T21:42:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T13:27:59Z</updated>

    <summary>snort snort snort. ok, granted yesterday was a pretty ruff day. butt eye don't feel quite sew bad today, awl things considered. took a short walk, end yes, eye went two the post office end peed on the liriope. sea...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>snort snort snort. ok, granted yesterday was a pretty ruff day. butt eye don't feel quite sew bad today, awl things considered. took a short walk, end yes, eye went two the post office end peed on the liriope. sea the photo? <abbr title="knot two shabby four a sick old dog">ktsfasod</abbr>! end its a good thing to, because in spite of my entreaties from a couple of daze ago, nobody stepped up end peed four me. </p>

<p><img alt="liriope.jpg" src="http://www.blogdogs.com/liriope.jpg" width="300" height="225" /></p>

<p>chigger axed me if after eye'm gone will eye send sum kind of sign. eye told her eye'd make the son come up every morning. eye figure that'll keep her thinking four a while. she gets sew serious.<br />
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<entry>
    <title>got two got too got to</title>
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    <id>tag:www.blogdogs.com,2007://1.130</id>

    <published>2007-11-12T16:32:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T13:28:10Z</updated>

    <summary>sew sew sew eye half bean doing sum research on google two find out what is next on my agenda. their pretty much seams two bee a consensus that awl dogs go too heaven, where ever that is. sounds a...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>sew sew sew eye half bean doing sum research on google two find out what is next on my agenda. their pretty much seams two bee a consensus that awl dogs go too heaven, where ever that is. sounds a lot like hear. as long as theirs lots of dear end knot two many squirrels, eye'll be happy. eye'm wondering if stump end tweet will bee their too, but my research suggests that that's knot at awl a dun deal. why dew humids make everything sew complicated? anyway, keep an eye on them four me. eye'm hoping two make a list of awl the chores eye'm leaving behind, butt eye'm pretty tired write now. sew if eye don't get back hear again, somebody has got two got too got to go to the post office every day end pee on the liriope. eye half done it every day four eleven years end now its somebody else's responsibility.</p>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>support our vets</title>
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    <id>tag:www.blogdogs.com,2007://1.128</id>

    <published>2007-11-11T17:33:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T13:26:50Z</updated>

    <summary>ow, ow, ow. eye half 2 confess that eye'm knot feeling very whale these days. tired. knot much of an appetite. pain in my guts, its hard two type. the vet says its a two-more. a very nasty two-more. (end...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>ow, ow, ow. eye half 2 confess that eye'm knot feeling very whale these days. tired. knot much of an appetite. pain in my guts, its hard two type. the vet says its a two-more. a very nasty two-more. (end btw, chigger informs me that that's knot the kind of vet we r supposed 2 support, sew please ignore that yellow ribbon tag on my collar. eye'm as confused as ewe r. butt its just as well. these vets stick me with needles two "help" me. yeah write. eye'm sure the other kind of vet is nicer.)</p>

<p>anyway, the vet says eye got maybe days, maybe weaks left. stump didn't take that news very well. what he does knot realize, is that, conveniently enuf, that's weaks end months inn dog years. sew eye'm making the best of it. butt still eye figured eye'd better right while eye can.</p>

<p>furst of awl, if their our any dogs out their, let me tell ewe this: when ewe get (sic), the food gets a lot better. the cans disappear, end its know moor "by-products" four this wood-ster. (our ewe as tired of eating chicken feat end cow hoofs as eye am?) this is sum good stuff. it tastes like chicken. yeah, reel chicken. except when it tastes like reel pork, or reel beef, or reel turkey, or whatever. very, very, very, cool. </p>

<p>only problem is that their tends two bee foreign objects inn the food. these objects our usually like little round things end taste bad. teh trick is two slide them up into yer lip end then go outside end spit 'em out wear the squirrels will find them. it makes the squirrels behave reel peculiar-like. (as if squirrels dent always behave peculiar.)</p>

<p>butt enough about me. eye wanted two share my thoughts about hunting. their knot very complicated. eye figure that a dog's gotta due what a dog's gotta due. butt their are sum dogs ewe just half two admire. eye  thought eye was a good hunter, butt eye can't hold a candle <a href="http://tinyurl.com/yveetx" target="_blank"><strong>two this super-alpha dog</strong></a>. well, eye can't hold a candle anyway, butt ewe get the idea.</p>

<p>ok, eye'm tired. moor later.</p>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>What we did on our summer vacation</title>
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    <id>tag:www.blogdogs.com,2007://1.127</id>

    <published>2007-08-07T00:09:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-11T17:17:44Z</updated>

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    <title>bestest end wurstest</title>
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    <id>tag:www.blogdogs.com,2007://1.126</id>

    <published>2007-01-12T18:25:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-20T17:31:59Z</updated>

    <summary>arff, arff, arff. eye notice that this is the season four making best end wurst lists. thought eye'd dew my own. their knot very long. inn fact their only won thing. butt hay, inn dog numbers that's at least seven...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p><abbr title="a really flatulent fart">arff</abbr>, <abbr title="a really flatulent fart">arff</abbr>, <abbr title="a really flatulent fart">arff</abbr>. eye notice that this is the season four making best end wurst lists. thought eye'd dew my own. their knot very long. inn fact their only won thing. butt hay, inn dog numbers that's at least seven things.</p>

<p>bestest place two spend a weak end:</p>

<p><a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070102/ap_on_fe_st/dog_massage"><strong>1. ritz-carleton, sarasota, florida</strong></a></p>

<p>wurstest place two spend a weak end:</p>

<p><a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2007/0105073cats1.html"><strong>1. william davis' freezer</strong></a></p>

<p>sew their ewe half it. isle bee back with a gnu list next year!<br />
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<entry>
    <title>merry kwanchrisnukah and a happy new ear</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogdogs.com/2006/12/merry_kwanchris.html" />
    <id>tag:www.blogdogs.com,2006://1.125</id>

    <published>2006-12-18T21:35:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-20T17:33:04Z</updated>

    <summary>owl, owl, owl. two knight, four yor listening engorgement, eye wood like to present chew with my contemporary stylings on a traditional holiday favorite from my rapper tore. just press play....</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>owl, owl, owl. two knight, four yor listening engorgement, eye wood like to present chew with my contemporary stylings on a traditional holiday favorite from my rapper tore. just press play.</p>


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<entry>
    <title>People Are Not Dogs</title>
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    <id>tag:www.blogdogs.com,2006://1.124</id>

    <published>2006-12-17T19:02:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-07T02:31:46Z</updated>

    <summary>Back in October, about 56 dog weeks ago, something named Jeff posted a comment here at your humble blog dogs web site. We were flattered, and still are, that our new friend Jeff took the time to be sociable. Dogs...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Back in October, about 56 dog weeks ago, something named Jeff posted a comment here at your humble blog dogs web site. We were flattered, and still are, that our new friend Jeff took the time to be sociable. Dogs love sociable. We'd send him a bumper sticker, except he didn't leave a mailing address.</p>
<p>Anyway, I referred to Jeff as a &quot;something&quot; because I was confused as to whether Jeff was a dog or a people. Here's where the confusion came in. Jeff left us a link to a site, likely of his own creation, called &quot;<a href="http://www.geocities.com/dogsarenotpeople/"><strong>Dogs Are Not People</strong></a>.&quot; We were quite excited about that, since there's been very little scholarship on what, to us, seems a very obvious observation. </p>
<p>However, upon visiting Jeff's site, we were shocked, SHOCKED, to discover that he is very likely a people and that he's, well, got some issues.</p>
<p>So in an effort to produce some intellectual balance in advance of the holidays, we offer our point-by-point response to Jeff's &quot;Dogs Are Not People.&quot; (This is unusual for us, since we are not pointers. That's a whole different kind of dog. But sometimes a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do.) We call it &quot;People Are Not Dogs.&quot; To prevent you from having to jump back and forth, we've indicated Jeff's original points in greyed text.</p>
<p class="gray"><strong>Dogs Art Not People</strong> (Jeff)</p>
<p><strong>People Are Not Dogs</strong> (blog dogs)</p>
<p class="gray">You have to clean up their shit.</p>
<p>They pick up turds, wrap them in plastic bags and put them in their pockets. Yeech.</p>
<p class="gray">If they bite someone, you're libel.</p>
<p>They have a breed called &ldquo;lawyers&rdquo; that makes all aspects of their lives miserable.</p>
<p class="gray">You have to groom them.</p>
<p>They wear clothes. Worse yet, they LIKE to wear clothes. And even worse than that, they like to put clothes on dogs. Sad.</p>
<p class="gray">You have to take them for a walk every day, regardless of the weather.</p>
<p>They&rsquo;re scared to go out if the weather&rsquo;s not perfect. When they do, they have to put on even MORE clothes. Basically, they just hate to walk. They&rsquo;d rather sit. That&rsquo;s why the get hemorrhoids. </p>
<p class="gray">They're expensive. The average cost of owning a dog over a lifetime of 10 years is $6,400. Wouldn't that money be better spent on your child's education, a nice vacation, a gift for your wife, self-pampering, or anything else that has true worth? And who knows what serious health-related issues will come up? They get worms and have other unpredictable&mdash;and costly&mdash;health problems. And what about obedience classes? Cha-ching!</p>
<p>They&rsquo;re cheap. The average cost of caring for a dog over a lifetime of 10 years is about half the cost of their daily Starbucks half-caff caff&eacute; latte venti. And if you have a litter of pups and your person can&rsquo;t sell them, they drive out in the country and toss them in the ditch. Try to get laid and they cut off your balls. When you get older and start relaxing, they have you &ldquo;put to sleep.&rdquo; Cha-cheap! I say.</p>
<p class="gray">They're dirty and unsanitary. Not only do they sometimes pee and shit in the house, but they also lick their own crotch, then lick you. How appetizing is that? Also, when they're peeing, they often miss and tinkle on their legs and feet, tracking significant amounts of urine into the house. Dogs are also sloppy eaters, splashing water and food everywhere, and they slobber on everything from your face to your bed pillow.</p>
<p>They NEVER go outside to pee or poop. Every dog knows you don&rsquo;t poop where you live. (Remember, and I can't emphasize this enough, they also pick up poop in plastic bags and bring it home.) 'Nuff said.</p>
<p class="gray">Most dogs shed, creating a perpetual mess, with hair accumulating in virtually every crevice of the house.</p>
<p>Most people don&rsquo;t have hair except for patches in weird places. They shed microscopic, dried, dead skin flakes all over the house, exacerbating allergies and asthma. And still, they shave off the hair they have in some parts and then rub snake oil on other parts to try to make it grow there instead.</p>
<p class="gray">They're loud when they bark, and they disrupt the peace of the neighborhood unless you muzzle them.</p>
<p>They&rsquo;re loud when they yell your name, and they disrupt the peace of the neighborhood unless you come on the first call. (Of course every dog knows that people talk baby talk to you when you're alone with them, but when other people are around they scream and holler and pretend that they taught you the meaning of &quot;GET DOWN&quot; and &quot;GO OUTSIDE.&quot; Huh?)</p>
<p class="gray">They interrupt peaceful moments.</p>
<p>They interrupt peaceful moments. Especially those on the couch.</p>
<p class="gray">They're unpredictable. No matter how friendly a dog is, it can turn on the owner and possibly injure or kill your child. And many breeds are genetically inclined to attack. Not to mention that even &ldquo;nice&rdquo; dogs play rough, which is a risk to small children.</p>
<p>They&rsquo;re predictable. People love to put you together with children who are often nasty, mean and a likely source of physical harm. Genetically inclined to be overweight and hopped up on sugar, children will hit, kick and jump on you while adults look on admiringly. Any attempt to retaliate or protect yourself makes you a candidate for euthanasia. I'm telling you, it's the youth who should be in Asia.</p>
<p class="gray">They usually bother guests, especially if the guest doesn't like dogs or if they have an allergy to pets.</p>
<p>They usually bother visiting dogs. They&rsquo;re totally ignorant of social conventions. They get bit because they don&rsquo;t know the difference between &ldquo;welcome&rdquo; and &ldquo;I&rsquo;m going to steal your food.&rdquo; And they get humped because they wear really stanky perfume. What do you think musk is for, fool?</p>
<p class="gray">They're a time suck. Every moment spent with a dog is a moment away from someone you love. Sure, you can include family members and significant others in dog activities. But is that really quality time spent on strengthening family and romantic relationships?</p>
<p>They&rsquo;re always bored with each other. Even when they&rsquo;re with someone they love, they sit side-by-side staring at a screen. It&rsquo;s what they call &ldquo;quality time.&rdquo; When they pay attention to us, it's only to distract themselves from the fact that the person they usually stare at a screen with is &quot;working late at the office&quot; five nights a week. Face it, dogs are much more forgiving of your weak chin, your pasty complexion, your stinky feet, your whiny voice, your droopy boobs, your obsession with football, your beer gut, your lame politics, etc. than any &quot;family member or significant other.&quot;</p>
<p class="gray">They don't really give you &ldquo;unconditional love,&rdquo; as so many people seem to think. They just act affectionate based on conditioned response. They know you're going to feed them, pet them, etc. Those are the only reasons they act as if they're your &ldquo;best friend.&rdquo; Again, DOGS ARE NOT PEOPLE.</p>
<p>People think dogs should love them regardless of how they treat them. Some fools think that shock collars, choke chains, muzzles, and the occasional whack along side the head will create an everlasting bond of friendship. Hey, fool, it didn't work with your spouse, and it's not working with us. <em>Of</em> <em>course</em> we do it for the food! Again, PEOPLE ARE NOT DOGS. </p>
<p class="gray">Some dogs are big and clumsy, knocking over and breaking fragile stuff.</p>
<p>Some people are scrawny blondes who try to carry dogs around in their purses to impress photographers. Other people pay lots of money to see those people.</p>
<p class="gray">They're destructive. Leave some dogs alone, and they'll trash your house or car. Remember &ldquo;Turner &amp; Hooch&rdquo;?</p>
<p>They love to lock dogs, as well as people they disagree with, in small rooms for long periods of time. Remember &ldquo;Shawshank Redemption&rdquo;?</p>
<p class="gray">You have to transport them in your car. Why spend all that money on a good car, only to have a dog ruin the interior?</p>
<p>They&rsquo;re physically unimpressive, and need traveling machines for all but the shortest journeys. If they could run to the store, we'd be more than happy to accompany them. But no, they gotta drive.</p>
<p class="gray">They're a hazard in the car. Not only do they distract you from driving (especially if they're loud and running around), but they are dangerous projectiles in an accident if they're not properly harnessed.</p>
<p>They tend to multitask while driving, making them a danger to each other and especially for any dogs they&rsquo;ve forced to travel with them. You've never heard a dog say, &quot;Fred, get in the car.&quot; </p>
<p class="gray">For some dogs, you need a fenced-in yard. Fences are expensive to install, not to mention that the dog will shit freely to its heart's content. Would you rather have a nice clean yard for your kids, or have a dog create an unsanitary shit minefield? And have you ever tried to clean up a yard filled with shit after it rains?</p>
<p>Because they don&rsquo;t pee outside, they can&rsquo;t mark their territory. Because they&rsquo;re physically pathetic, they can&rsquo;t defend their territory. So they have to spend tons of money on fences. This forces dogs to shit and pee in small confined areas. It creates an unsanitary shit minefield. They deserve to have to clean it up.</p>
<p class="gray">They're annoying. They never let you eat in peace without begging relentlessly, and some will follow you around the house no matter where you go.</p>
<p>They&rsquo;re annoying. They insist on complete control over what you eat. Then they give you dry, colored, tasteless cardboard crap for food. They won&rsquo;t give you anything decent to eat no matter how much you beg.</p>
<p class="gray">Rabies: All outdoor dogs have a danger of contracting this serious viral disease.</p>
<p>Genital Herpes. All humans that go out have a danger of contracting this serious viral disease.</p>
<p class="gray">Most dogs get fleas.</p>
<p>Most people get pimples. When they grow up, most people get hemorrhoids. </p>
<p class="gray">Someone has to watch the dog when you go on vacation.</p>
<p>You have to entertain their friends when they go on vacation.</p>
<p class="gray">They smell, no matter how clean you keep them.</p>
<p>They have no personality. And whenever they start to get one, they go take a bath.</p>
<p>And finally, one of our own courtesy of Woody:</p>
<p>People fart. So do dogs. But people try to hold onto their farts. This makes them irritable and ultimately irrational. They say and do strange things just to end a conversation and get out of the room. This has led to several wars, the merger of AOL and Time-Warner, Britney Spears&rsquo; divorce and most of Mel Gibson&rsquo;s problems. It's just air! Let it go! If it really loves you, it will come back.</p>]]>
        
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    <title>erotic cat pee drawings</title>
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    <published>2006-11-28T04:49:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-27T16:01:03Z</updated>

    <summary>mea mea mea. culpa. mini of hour loyal reeders are aware that we half displayed little tolerance four the cats who also reside hear. we chase them, we eat there food, we besmirch there characters. butt every ones inn a...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>mea mea mea. culpa. mini of hour loyal reeders are aware that we half displayed little tolerance four the cats who also reside hear. we chase them, we eat there food, we besmirch there characters. butt every ones inn a lifetime a cat does something sew special, sew brilliant, that eye must, four won brief shining moment, take a position of anti-disrespect. <abbr title="eye sheeit ewe knot">esek</abbr>.</p>

<p>sew here's a shout-out two <a href="http://www.blogdogs.com/gcat.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.blogdogs.com/gcat.html','popup','width=200,height=204,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=100,top=100'); return false"><strong>guillermo</strong></a>, the black cat eye call "billy," four his incredible knew erotic cat pee drawings:</p>

<p><img alt="Erotic Cat Pee Art 1" src="http://www.blogdogs.com/catpee1.jpg" width="300" height="351" /></p>

<p><img alt="Erotic Cat Pee Art 2" src="http://www.blogdogs.com/catpee2.jpg" width="300" height="173" /></p>

<p>this is grate arf if eye've ever scene it. this mite start a movement. heck, it was a movement!</p>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>The Museum of Modern Arfs</title>
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    <published>2006-11-25T03:27:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-07T02:32:26Z</updated>

    <summary>All things must change, and with that brief fanfare, I announce that after more than 37 dog years of consistency and tradition, we, your humble blog dogs, have added a new category: the museum of modern arfs. What inspired this...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>All things must change, and with that brief fanfare, I announce that after more than 37 dog years of consistency and tradition, we, your humble blog dogs, have added a new category: the museum of modern arfs.</p>

<p>What inspired this momentous break with long-standing tradition? Why the discovery of an artist, so brilliant, so visionary, that we could no longer pretend that culture was little more than a pool of slime in a petrie dish. That artist is... (drum roll) the magnificent <a href="http://www.pawlick.org" target="_blank"><strong>Pawlick</strong></a>!!!!!</p>

<p><a href="http://www.pawlick.org" target="_blank"><img src="/pawlick.jpg" height="286" width="288" alt="pawlick art" border="0"  /></a></p>

<p>If you don't like it, then you don't get it. This is not your run-of-the-mill namby-pamby art. This is high-grade, conceptual, social sculpture! Why? Well, let me tell you.</p>

<p>It's not the images Mr. Pawlick creates that are important. What's important is the medium: dry commercial dog food. All his art is made with those crappy, dry, tasteless, formed, colored, 100-year-shelf-life turds that humids like to call "kibble." </p>

<p>Why is that important? Because people are buying his stuff! This will inspire more artists to work in kibble, and more collectors to buy art made of kibble. This will drive the price of kibble through the roof and pretty soon humids will have no choice but to feed us REAL food. I LOVE ART!!!!</p>

<p>So today we add Pawlick to our pantheon of great artists, which includes <a href="/coolidge.html"><strong>C.M. Coolidge</strong></a> and little <a href="/wegman.html"><strong>Billy Wegman</strong></a>. Please support Mr. Pawlick because we're concerned for his future. If he were doing well, he probably wouldn't need to contact a couple of dogs to promote his work.</p>]]>
        
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    <title>famous dates in dogstory</title>
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    <published>2006-11-25T02:43:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-12T15:23:57Z</updated>

    <summary>fyi, fyi, fyi. it has ochre'd two me that sum of ewe readers mite be relatively knew too this blog end their-for unaware that my birthday is coming up. yes, that is write. next thirst day, november 30, eye will...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p><abbr title="fart, yawn, insist">fyi</abbr>, <abbr title="fart, yawn, insist">fyi</abbr>, <abbr title="fart, yawn, insist">fyi</abbr>. it has ochre'd two me that sum of ewe readers mite be relatively knew too this blog end their-for unaware that my birthday is coming up. yes, that is write. next thirst day, november 30, eye will tern <a href="/dogagecalculator.html"><strong>65 years old</strong></a>. if ewe donut no what two get me, police refer two my <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/1WNZC45OS1ATP/"><strong>amazon witch list</strong></a>. yule find a link in the write column. end donut worry about bing late. it doesn't bother me as long as ewe send something. anything. reely.<br />
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    <title><![CDATA[bl&oacute;g v&eacute;rit&eacute;]]></title>
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    <published>2006-11-01T06:11:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-27T19:00:52Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[we, we, we, mess your. (pardon my fresh tickler.) today eye was reeding a treat us awn the film-making stile called cyn&iacute;c&aacute;l v&eacute;rit&eacute;, wear won stroves four candid reelism buy "showing subjects in everyday situations with authentic dialogue." eye can...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>we, we, we, mess your. (pardon my fresh tickler.) today eye was reeding a treat us awn the film-making stile called cyn&iacute;c&aacute;l v&eacute;rit&eacute;, wear won stroves four candid reelism buy "showing subjects in everyday situations with authentic dialogue." eye can dig it. ewe don't half two bee smart end ewe don't half two bee funny end intellectuals still like it. eye swear, <abbr title="from my butt two yor knows">fmbtyk</abbr>, it's sew easy it's like shoeing fish in a barrel. </p>

<p>sew hear eye introduce my new form called bl&oacute;g v&eacute;rit&eacute;:</p>

<p><img alt="dogs sniffing it out" src="http://www.blogdogs.com/dogshunt.jpg" width="350" height="263" /></p>

<p>"what is it?"<br />
"eye don't no."<br />
"is it still moving?"<br />
"eye don't think sew."<br />
"is it dead?"<br />
"smells like it."<br />
"can we eat it?"<br />
"eye'd give it another weak."</p>]]>
        
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