Happy Cinco de Mayo!Well now, you wouldn't know it to look at me, but I enjoy a good story. No, of course I can't actually read -- although not for want of trying. I find turning pages the sticky part. Damned
opposable thumbs -- wasted on humans, if you ask me.
Anyway, as I was saying, I enjoy a good story and occasionally SWMBH will manage to stay awake long enough to read me a couple of chapters. I like to curl up right under her elbow and pretend to look annoyed when she turns the pages.
This week we read a book called "
The Road" by a fellow named
Cormac McCarthy. I like that name "Cormac" -- he says it means "son of Charles" in Gaelic. I was going to show you a picture of Cormac (he looks like the kind of fellow who would like dogs -- although probably not on his lap) but unlike me, Cormac doesn't like his picture taken, so instead I'll show you this drawing by Rob.
Go see Robert Donnelly's illustrations -- especially the journal drawings. One note to Rob: More pictures of Dogs!So, back to "The Road" -- this book doesn't have very many dogs in it, but it's a pretty good story. Something really bad happens and there's hardly any food left. A boy and his dad are trying to get somewhere, but they keep running into scary people. When people are hungry and there's not enough food, it's not a good time for scraps. And not a good place for a dog. But you find out who your real friends are mighty fast. Reminds me of Mad Max (he had a dog!) but without all the guns and loud music.
Sad, scary, sweet, very dark and a quick read. I give it a "woof" and a "wag".
There's this guy named
Garret who writes short reviews of books he's read, but the best part is he takes funny pictures of himself with the books. His expression is like a mini-review.
I don't know Garret, but I'd like to - he'd be fun to read with.
By the way, there's another famous "
Cormac McCarthy" but this one plays the guitar and sings. I can't play the guitar -- once again with the opposable thumbs.
Now, this looks like the kind of guy who would let a dog sit on his lap.
Yes, it's true, I do watch a lot of movies for such a small dog. The larger the dog, the fewer the movies. Philistines! To be fair, it is harder for them to sneak into the theatre.
The boy who plays the Whale - Josh Hartnett does an nice job. Makes me almost forgive him for Pearl Harbor. And the girl who plays Mozart seemed to be channeling Helena Bonham Carter. It's a bit like Rainman joins Match.com -- certainly eHarmony wouldn't have him.
Unfortunately, the dog quotient is rather low as Beatrix is obsessed with rabbits. Now, I like rabbits too -- but my last experience with a bunny resulted in my ignominy. When faced with a fuzzy bunny butt, I ask you: who could possibly refrain from sinking their teeth into that exquisite wriggling lump of fur? Don't worry, I wasn't successful -- only got a bit of fuzz -- but perhaps you'll understand my irritation.
It was a little scary at first because I was thinking "Six? That's 42 in dog years. I'm due for a mid-life crisis!" And what can a dog do?
We were out taking our usual Saturday evening stroll down Sutter Street. I was hoping to visit my buddy Haiku at the glasses shop, but he wasn't there so I sniffed around the doorway for a few minutes -- just in case he left me a message. Then we stopped at the big kids Toy Store -- they have these wind up thingies I've been dying to sink my teeth into -- another day disappointed...
My buddies Steve and Janet left a few weeks ago -- and it was very sad for me. I don't know when Janet will ever take my picture again and I miss Steve sitting in my chair with me. This is me and Steve right after he told me he was leaving. See? I'm in shock.
Her extended family, Laura, Howard, Barb, Jim and especially little Ollie are missing her dearly. Ollie is a wire-haired dachshund -- and anyone who knows me knows about my predilection for that breed of beast -- they are the party animal of the AKC. In fact, I don't know how they got the hat off Ollie for this photo.
By the way, Small Dog Electronics in Vermont is my favorite source for all kinds of Mac stuff. They send tiny plastic dogs with every order -- oh, and their prices are pretty darn good, too.
One of the great things about writing this blog is that I get mail!
I just adore bubble wrap. I like to tear it apart and pop the bubbles, but then as my friend Scott says, "Who doesn't?"
But things didn't really turn out that well for Sylvia, did it? Perhaps if she'd spent more time in the bath and less time in the kitchen...
I see any pool of water bigger than my waterbowl as a potential torture. I don't swim -- except for the time that lout at Bow Wow Bungalow tossed me in the river...
In the evening, we watched a movie.
In case you're wondering what a small dog without opposable thumbs really does during the day, here's the photographic evidence:
This week we read a book called "The Road" by a fellow named Cormac McCarthy. I like that name "Cormac" -- he says it means "son of Charles" in Gaelic. I was going to show you a picture of Cormac (he looks like the kind of fellow who would like dogs -- although probably not on his lap) but unlike me, Cormac doesn't like his picture taken, so instead I'll show you this drawing by Rob.
By the way, there's another famous "Cormac McCarthy" but this one plays the guitar and sings. I can't play the guitar -- once again with the opposable thumbs.
