Monday, December 06, 2010

Dogs




We do photobooks for the grandparents every year and as Jenn put together this year's beauty I told her that we should have a couple of pages dedicated to Ben.

I miss my friend. We have a cat now.

A cat.

There are no cats in this video. Dogs are to cats as pie is to cake.

There is no comparison.

10 comments:

Swabbubba said...

As a dog companion. We also have 3 cats. They are different. I think the cats just sit back and mock the dog. A dog just appreciates humans more than cats. I never thought of wandering around in rain/snow /sleet just to amuse the dog. Sam is so happy after these walks it does make it worthwhile. He is a Beagle who is snoring on the couch just like most days.

Coach pb9617 said...

As a fellow pie lover / cake hater, I'm glad to know I'm not alone.

Black Dog said...

HE'S RETRIEVING A SHARK! A SHARK!

Amazing.

Derek - butterscotch pie. Have you had it? Nothing better.

spOILer said...

Zona said...

As a fellow pie lover / cake hater, I'm glad to know I'm not alone.


Me too. Only kid on the block with Birthday pies.

Pat, Chloe is on tonight for the benefit of your PVR.

Marc said...

I had to visit a high security prison for work a few months ago and the prison governor had the prison's dog team give us a demonstration.

It was just awesome.

First they took out this huge German Shepherd. He was trained to chase, bite and release on his trainer's command. If he's biting someone he won't let go, even if you hit him with a stick or fired a gun beside his head or if there was a helicopter hovering overhead. But the moment his trainer says the word he immediately releases and sits.

Then they brought out this little Spaniel. He was their 'active' drug dog. They hid a little packet of heroin in the canteen and the dog went up and down the rows of tables and chairs until he found it, then he started pointing and jumping to show his trainer where it was.

Finally they brought out this Lab - their 'passive' drug dog. They put the heroin in the pocket of one of the guards and then all of us stood in a row. The dog went down the row and gave each of us a sniff. Then he lay down at the feet of the guard with the heroin to show his trainer who had it.

The best thing about it was that each dog's reward for a job well done was a bit of fetch with a tennis ball. That's right - fetch. As far as the dogs are concerned it's just a big game. They know if they bite on command, or find some drugs then they get to chase a tennis, and for them that's just about the best thing in the world.

I love dogs.

Schitzo said...

What the fuck is the matter with you guys? When the analogy was first made I was nodding my head, because cake is clearly the superior choice.

And now I find out that you meant PIE?

Black Dog said...

Marc - awesome shit, just awesome

spOILer - I told my wife I wanted a pie for my birthday, she makes these terrific cakes, I think I'm getting a cake

schitzo - you're dead to me

cake eater ;)

LittleFury said...

No room in my philosphy for dessert manicheanism. Pie is better, but cake has its place.

Can't we all just get along?

spOILer said...

Schitzo...

What are you, a cat-lover too?

Baroque said...

Dogs rule, cats drool.

(Well, golden retrievers drool a ton too, but it's the principle of the thing.)

I'm hoping to fence in my yard and get a dog in the spring, a big enthusiastic furball of a dog that will bound through the snow like a giant rabbit and cover tennis balls with spit. :)