Was Zum Teufel?!
Sunday, Aug 10 – During this week of Russians bullying Georgians, John Edwards confessions of extra-marital boinking, and Michael Phelps swimming like a dolphin to victory in Beijing, today was quiet at the House…er, I mean, Apartment…of Weimaraner. Nothing much happened today.
Mon, Aug 11 – More on John Edwards, aka "Love Lips" and his affair with that Rielle Hunter tramp. While once rebutting the liasion when published in gossip magazines with "That’s tabloid trash. They’re full of lies," he has now fully admitted to his slimy, two-timing ways. Made even more slimy and two-timing given that his wife had just surfaced from her initial battle with breast cancer.
Oslo and Mies heard me ranting and raving about first, that scumbag Elliott Spitzer and now John Edwards??!! Who’s a woman to trust? and were all, chill, dude. This kind of stuff happens in the purebred dog world ALL THE TIME. AMONG IMMEDIATE RELATIVES, EVEN.
"I mean, look at my mom, Stella," said Mos (aka, Oslo). "She and her nepotistic dad boinked to create Nina. Which means that not only is Mies my uncle, he’s also my stepbrother."
I was all, TMI, Mos, TEE-EM-EYE!!! This is just a blog. Save that stuff for Jerry Springer.
Tues Aug 12 – In today’s news, while Oslo and Mies were chillin’ on the red leather couch, Michael Phelps was swimmin’ like a dolphin, winnin’ all those Olympic gold medals and stuff.
Wed, Aug 13 – While M. Phelps was still kicking like a dolphin in Beijing, Oslo and Mies got up early to run like gazelles down Massachusetts Avenue. Mies, who sometimes tunes into NPR after his runs, heard about mini-cow breeding on Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me. While initially fascinated at the idea of gnawing on raw bones produced from mini-cows, he started thinking too much and wondered out loud if this practice could someday be practiced on…say…Weimaraners? I mean, less feed, less waste, easier kenneling.
He’s scared.
Thurs, Aug 14 – Nothing happened today unless you count Oslo’s photo being chosen to promote three books on the NPR website. While he was happy for me to have one of my photos published, he told me that no, he’s not a transvestite. So, please, DON’T EVER TAKE PHOTOS OF ME WEARING WOMEN’S CLOTHING AGAIN.
Fri, Aug 15 – Nothing happened today, unless you count Oslo and Mies tearing open a carton of organic chicken broth and then licking its contents off the floor. I came home to broth-basted hardwoods, all nice and filmy with organic poultry juice.
Sat Aug 16 – Nothing happened today, unless you count my searching for "Weimaraner" on Getty Images. Oslo saw me surfing and reminded me that he owns all rights to his image. He said he had a call in to William Wegman for legal advice on animal photography, so DON’T TRY ANYTHING FUNNY, MOM.
So much for either of these dogs doing anything useful to earn their keep around here.