Dogs 251-255 (+ Media Empire)

"Get me out of here. Get me out of here. You don't understand, he's been talking and talking at me about Chomsky ever since we got here and I keep trying to tell him the guy's first name isn't Norm and it's not getting through GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW"


There are parts of town where you aren't allowed to park your Bernese mountain dog(?) unless the leash matches the thing you're tying it to. That's the damn law, and you aren't going to change it anytime soon.


Half of me wanted to rush over and hug this dude going "Awwwwwwww" in as comforting a manner as possible, and half of me just wanted to laugh and laugh at the staggering woe on his morose little furry face. I don't know what that says about me as a person.


Do you think that if dogs could build their own god, it would be a giant machine made out of bones and neverending bacon with an automated throwing arm for tennis balls and a paw-push dispenser for biscuits? It's not just me who has this idea, right?


Dogs can get jobs in the entertainment business doing more than pretending to play basketball and pull sleds, you know. Here we have one of those stand-up dog comedians doing his opossum impression.

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About a month ago I taped a small segment for Current TV about this little blog of mine. They were extremely excellent people and I think I managed not to make a total fool of myself. You can probably catch it between shows on Current (it's on fancy digital cable), but in case you want to watch the beginnings of my unstoppable media empire right now, click on the picture below!