Brush Your Shoulders Off

How many brushes does it take for EBD to get to the center of her seemingly unending karmic debt to Weegee? The world may never know. (hint: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more than three).

Whig Party

This was in 2009... so please don't think I go making dog wigs after work every day. Just sometimes. This was for a judge puppet I was making for a documentary that never quite worked out and viola! Instant doggy dolly parton hair.

The beast hasn't eaten much... just a roll of tin foil last week. I don't know if he swalloed any. Hrmm... what else? And a small cardboard box. Today he rolled all over my neatly made bed and covered it in mud. Thanks, friend! Never buy a dry clean only blanket if you have pets, children, or are me. Sadly I think he was also my valentine. Again. We watched the computer destroy the humans on Jeapordy. I for one welcome our new computer overloards!

But this image works for Presidents Day, non?

Day Quil

I've been sick as of late and invariably this means an upsurge of various medicines stockpiled in the apartment. An unopened box of Day Quil was left on the kitchen counter. Stupid, stupid, stupid me. This seemingly unattractive item, left in a high place, was not under lock and key and therefore open game. Stupid, stupid, stupid me. I came home to small pieces of white paper packaging and large, glistening, orange pills strewn across the living room floor. Scream I did. The same as when he ate the bottle of adderall, the bottle of Lithium, his OWN bottle of valium, my sister's bag of weed, and that mysterious pack of menthol cigarrettes. Although, luckily, none of which were ingested in one sitting. I spent a good ten to fifteen panicked minutes hunting down and counting every single pill in sight. I think... I think he only ate three...

Bills Bills Bills

Weegee hasn't eaten much as of late. Possibly because it's snowed a lot and, CHRIST, who isn't content in the snow? Although he was attacked (again) while being watched last week by my sister. So I thought to update this with a few things he ate in the past. I recently remembered when he ate a pile of my utility bills. Yup. And a $600.00 money order of rent money my psycho ex-roommate put on my bed. Cause, ya know, it ain't like the dog sleeps on my bed all day. Except that he does.

And were there always four girls in Destiny's Child? Anyways, these are awesome so enjoy:

The Boss

My dad, Weegee and I went to Bear Mountain for an easy hike this morning and Weegee ate many, many snowballs. Adorable. Then my dad and I drove home and did not miss out on a good old fashioned Thunder Road sing along.

Two Sticks

He ate two sticks of butter and the cardboard box containing them that someone left out on the butcher block. Remember when he ate 40+ green cupcakes my British roommate made for my St. Patricks Day/22nd birthday party? Then pooped green and metalic cupcake wrappers for a week? I DO!

A Good Start to Your Day

This is worth mentioning despite me becoming a crazy person who blogs about dogs. Fine, that's what I am, OK? Let me have what I have and just don't make fun of me to my face.

ANYWAY, this is worth mentioning: Every morning I take das wunderhund to the park. This is because I love him and I want him to get lots of exercise. If he gets lots of exercise he'll be tired. If he's tired he may not destroy all the things I own while I'm at work. Right? RIGHT?! Theoretically. Every morning lots of other swell neighborhood folk also gather round the park with their own four legged friends. It's a jolly good time. Really it is. Waking up early and standing around in your pajamas in the cold of December is called responsibility. Something I don't really quite get yet but participate in anyways. So on this fine, crisp morning our canines romp about in pure delight as the grown-ups sip coffee and make progressively minded political jokes appropriate for such times of day.* Suddenly we are disrupted by one extra slobbery, excited little mutt. He gallops to his master and proudly displays a new found toy! Why where ever did you find it, boy? By golly what could it be? Oh... it's a rather large, black dildo. That's right. Its a mother fucking dildo. Thus began my day.



*(see: Brooklyn)