Was Zum Teufel?!
Tues Feb 12 – This week starts off with Obama kicking Hillary’s ass in the primaries. Again. It also starts off with a little white frou-frou dog kicking Olso’s ass. Or trying to, anyway. While walking the boys down Wisconsin Avenue, Oslo leaned over to give a good butt-sniffing hello and this little white bitch nearly bit his nose off.
I like to think that I love all dogs equally, but honestly, I don’t. Frou-frou dogs suck.
Wed Feb 13 – While American dogs tend to ride in luxury cars, today’s news brings footage of Russian street dogs trying to attack them.
Right on. I’m all for dogs puncturing the tires of Humvees, Escalades, you name it. They can bite the idiots who drive them, too, as far as I’m concerned.
Thurs Feb 14 – While most American women were receiving Valentine chocolates and flowers on this national holiday of love, I got a chewed up phone. I accidentally left my cell phone at home while I went to get my hair done and when I came back, it was lying on my bed, chewed to bits. While my hair looked great, my phone looked like shit. My dog friends say Mies was probably just trying to call to wish me a Happy Valentine’s Day and got frustrated because the keys were too small for his paws. He just wants a dog-friendly phone that can double as a mid-day snack. I just want a phone-friendly dog with no teeth.
Fri Feb 15 – Nothing happened today.
Sat Feb 16 – Oslo and Mies were scamming on some hot Italian Greyhound chicks at the dog park just north of Georgetown. Not only did these two hot babes look kinda like the Weims, they had the same red and blue REI coats. Oslo called dibs on Gia, while Mies hooked up with Bianca.
Sun Feb 17 – Something happened today, but I’m not sure what it was. Will took the Weims to work with him at his new office in Arlington so mommy could have a break.
Mon Feb 18 – While the Albanians in Kosovo were busy declaring their independence from those mean old Serbs, Oslo and Mies had absolutely no interest in declaring their independence from me. Weimaraners, as those of you who have them or are thinking of getting one should know, are very needy dogs. And after Will’s seven-month absence last year, mine are clingier than ever, especially Mies. This is the picture that comes to mind: me, a fleece sweater, just out of the dryer; Mies, a nylon sock stuck to that sweater that no amount of Bounce or Downy will set free. Yes, the cling-to-Callie situation is so pronounced around here that I’m not going to fight it anymore. I already have the mama duck and little yellow duckling costumes picked out for Halloween.