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November 17, 2013
I Just Realized Something:
My dog sleeps about 20 hours a day. He has his food prepared for him. His meals are provided at no cost to him. He visits the Doctor once a year for his checkup and again during the year, if any medical needs arise. For this he pays nothing, Nothing is required of him. He lives in a nice neighborhood in a house that is much larger than he needs, but he is not required to do any upkeep. If he makes a mess, someone else cleans it up. He has his choice of luxurious places to sleep. He receives these accommodations absolutely free. He is living like a king and has absolutely no expenses whatsoever. All of his costs are picked up by others who earn a living. I was just thinking about all this, and suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks ~ MY dog is Barack Obama!Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 17, 2013 11:12 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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There isn't one breed of dog I would insult as being "O" word. I have ceased using the "O" word, along with the "N" word, the "C" word, the "L" word, aww heck, I can insult or offend someone with any letter of the alphabet.
Posted by: tripletap at November 17, 2013 12:23 PM
I disagree, your dog would probably try to protect you in the face of danger.
Posted by: Potsie at November 17, 2013 1:44 PM
You know your own dog, I must conclude you are being fair in comparing him with the omnipotent, masterful, all-encompassing helpless bystander who rules over us all.
I had an Australian Shepherd/Border Collie mix who passed away five months ago, aged thirteen years. Only the obtuse, those putting up a brave front, or those I made her acquainted with came in the yard while Jo was alive. Most others hollered at the house or honked their horns, or stood at the gate and called the house for permission to enter if they were tradesmen, which met the requirements of the billet. Still had good acceleration past ten years of age, started slowing down at 11 or so. Surely there is a heaven for her to go to; I think she made an effort to earn her kibble. But I'm being silly and sentimental.
Gerard (please forgive the familiarity), I read and treasure AD every day, and I know you have more class than to try to start yet another dumb internet dog-and-cat war. Unrestrained by any such concern, I shall do so instead:
Dogs have jobs. Cats collect welfare.
Posted by: Mike James at November 17, 2013 4:27 PM
I shall, in this one instance, stay my hand and my fierce wrath!
Posted by: vanderleun at November 17, 2013 4:33 PM
I wish your dog were president.
Posted by: Roscoe at November 17, 2013 4:37 PM
My Shetland Sheepdog is smarter than your president.
Posted by: John Tordoff at November 17, 2013 6:18 PM
My Shetland Sheepdog is smarter than your president.
Posted by: John Tordoff at November 17, 2013 6:19 PM
My Shetland Sheepdog is smarter than your president.
Posted by: John Tordoff at November 17, 2013 6:21 PM
Come to think of it, Barry is more like a cat.
Posted by: james wilson at November 17, 2013 9:16 PM
I agree wholeheartedly, messrs James & Wilson. Dogs aren't smug. Cats are.
Posted by: Umbriel at November 18, 2013 12:33 AM
And like my dog...JugEars will sniff the rear-end of an alpha-muzlim, or big donor.
Posted by: JHughes at November 18, 2013 3:44 AM
Try this: Put down 5 lbs of cat fud and leave for a week. When you return there will be plenty of cat food left over, all the feces and urine will be covered in the litter box.
Put down 5 lbs of dog food and it will be gone before you get to the door. Try leaving for a week and the feces and urine will be all over the house, the water bowl tipped over and the toilets dry. Everything will be torn up.
Cats know how to conserve and save. Cats are conservative.
Posted by: Troll at November 18, 2013 6:43 AM
Can't resist this opportunity, throw my two cents in the ring. Besides, I get paid by the word.
Old folk song, sorry, attribution is sketchy. I can hear the banjo and perhaps a dobro:
THE HOUND DAWG SONG
Ev'ry time I come to town
the boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
they gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.
Me an' Lem Briggs an' old Bill Brown
took a load of corn to town;
my old Jim dawg, onery old cuss,
he just naturally follered us.
As we driv past Johnson's store
a passel of yaps come out the door;
Jim he scooted behind a box
with all them fellers a-throwin' rocks.
They tied a can to old Jim's tail
an' run him a-past the county jail;
that just naturally made us sore.
Lem, he cussed an' Bill he swore.
Me an' Lem Briggs an' old Bill Brown
lost no time a-gittin' down;
we wiped them fellers on the ground
for kickin' my old Jim dawg around.
Jim seen his duty there an' then,
he lit into them gentlemen;
he shore mussed up the court-house square
with rags an' meat an' hide an' hair.
Every time I come to town
the boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
makes no difference if he is a houn',
they gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.
Posted by: chasmatic at November 18, 2013 7:14 AM
It's all about choice.
I choose to have the animals around me.
I never chose that vermin in the WH or any of the vermin predecessors. Yes, I harbor glaring contempt.
Posted by: ghostsniper at November 18, 2013 7:18 AM
Big difference: at least your dog licks his own balls, instead of having journalists do it for him.
Posted by: Gagdad Bob at November 18, 2013 8:59 AM
Posted by: vanderleun at November 18, 2013 4:17 PM
Posted by: Mike James at November 18, 2013 6:25 PM
Me stupid, that was supposed to read:
"Cats know how to conserve and save. Cats are conservative."
Posted by: Mike James at November 18, 2013 6:30 PM
@Mike James: Condolences on the loss of your Jo. Our Aussie/border collie mix lived well past 16, and I concur that they are the best dogs ever. Funny, affectionate, and unbeatable in the short sprint.
Posted by: Al Johnson at November 18, 2013 8:03 PM