In other words, it’s another episode of CatorDog!
In this episode of dress up your Pitbull/Boxer mix, we hooked Lu up with a wig and nighty … that she’ll wear while dancing the night away … or chasing the ball for hours.
I love the way the wind blows through her black locks while she runs 20 miles an hour.
This morning, I have a quick job with a new client. This afternoon, I’ll be back for some winning posts about absolutely nothing.
In the meantime, how can you resist that face!
Well, hump a day of the week … it’s Wednesdog!
This week is brought to you by my neighbor’s brand, spanking new Great Dane named Cash. My neighbor just got back from a 6,000 (total) mile drive out to Idaho to pick Cash up and whisk him back to Chicago where he’s going to cuddle with her till the cows come home.
Cash is just 9 weeks old and weighs in at about 30 lbs. You can see below that he’s already gaining up on Talulah’s height.
You’d barely believe that little cash is still wobbly on his feet and has trouble navigating the stairs without looking like he’s going to tumble to the ground.
These photos aren’t fantastic. They were shot on my phone. But we’re working on scheduling Cash in the studio soon.
I hope he still has those blue eyes, because we’re going to make those things sparkle! And those paws! They are gigantic.
Happy Hump Day to you. Make sure you find something, a pillow, a doll, a pie, to hump before this day gets away from you.
You may feel a bit of déja vu this week, as the setup is the same for these two shots, but the cats — I’m told — are different.
Jerry and Sylvester joined in on last week’s Kokomo basket seating. I think they might be trying to join the occupy wall street movement as best they can as indoor cats. Either that or they really wanna be Easter presents to a more sane environment. 🙂
The top cat is Jerry and the bottom cat Sylvester — which I’m pretty sure is a girl.
These are two more cats from Glock, who is the rough equivalent of the Simpson’s cat lady. Word on the street is, he wears lots of purple, calls himself Eleanor Abernathy and throws Sylvester, Jerry and Kokomo at passersby while yelling, “Get out and vote!”
PZ Myers has an on-going series called the “Anti-Caturday Post.” He uses it to show that nature has much more interesting specimens than cats.
But yester-Caturday, he used it to show how cats evil. He showed this video of the barbed cat penis just before acknowledging the existence of Satan:
Male cats have penises with retractable barbed spikes?
I understand that this is the evolved way of cat sex, but holy barbed cocks, that’s some crazy shit.
Could you imagine, the deity of your choice in all his/her/its glory sitting on his throne thinking, “I’ll give all animals different penises, but cats get barbed members. I want female cats to get torn up during sex. It will show my glory!”
Photo of a street sign that reads, “21th st.”
Photo of a great dane and a tiny black chihauhua, reads, “One of my spots just fell off.”
Graphic reads, “Single (noun): A man who makes jokes about women in the kitchen.”
Photo of cats standing on bed reads, “Did you see our human? I think it’s still outside.”
Photo of space. Graphic reads, “When you wish upon a star, you’re a few million lightyears late. That star is dead. Just like your dreams.” Illustration of pigeon reads, “I will shit on everything you love.”
A collection of funny from Tastefully Offensive and reddit.com/r/funny
This week’s Wednesdog is brought to you by … surprise … Talulah looking cute while suffering through the 12.5 hour drive from NC to Chicago.
Her face is the exact same face I have when someone talks about Gee Oh Dee.
Like father like dogger.
Here’s a bonus pit bull image I saw in the Internets for your viewing pleasure.
Here are a fun collection of images from some of my favorite sites, including I have seen the whole of the Internet, The Daily Wh.at, reddit.com/r/funny and Tastefully Offensive
Pic of kitten reads, “Itz ok just go on wifout meh”
Pic of dog licking human leg reads, “ATTACK!”
Image of popular logos says, “Name these brands”. Beside that image of leaves says, “Name these plants.”
Illustration of slice of cheese taking two slices of cheese photo says, “Say ‘people'”.
Image of boxer tangled up in broken blinds.
Image of door stop reads, “If I were a cartoon, my boner would sound like this thing.”
Image of sheep looks like it is skipping down the street reads, “Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me.” Image of Native American wielding a gun, reads “As far as I’m concerned, you’re all illegal aliens.”
Talulah and I share a lot of similarities and differences.
She’s a female. I am male.
She has a vagina. I have a penis.
She can lick hers. I cannot lick mine.
She can’t have puppies, and I cannot successfully make children.
She has fur. I am virtually hair free on most of my surfaces except where the sun shines most and where the sun usually doesn’t shine.
But pooping shows how different we really are.
We’re usually together when we poop. I leave the door open to my bathroom (sorry, Tina) and Talulah poops outside. It’s easier to locate her feces if I’m standing near her.
When I finish, Talulah rushes to smell the bowl. When she finishes, I go out of my way not to fire off any olfactory nerves until the bag I use to pick up her shit is safely at the bottom of the trash bin. Breathing through my mouth works best.
Talulah smells other dogs’ butts and will stop to smell another dog’s pile. I may run into a gust of Tina’s flatulent wind, but not on purpose and it’s always followed by me using her name or god’s in vain.
I know this will be exactly what you wanted to read about on this fine September Sunday.
It’s Caturday! And you know what that means … it means most of you forgot to send me your cat photos and you have to sit through another Caturday featuring amazingly-cute Zoe.
Like I said, I’d be more successful getting Wednesgod pictures at this point. 🙂
Maybe you don’t know this about Zoe.
Tina adopted Zoe soon after her mother passed away. Tina named her Zoe, because it means “life” in Greek.
You see, Tina wasn’t finished knowing her mom. She was Tina’s best friend. But her mom was ripped from Tina in a series of events that shattered Tina’s world.
This is why it drives me crazy when believers say they aren’t meant to know the mind of god. These same believers don’t have any empathy for people like Tina, and it pisses her off to hear such insensitiveness.
When you say “god is just” and “god is merciful” in response to Tina’s heartfelt longing for her mom, you may as well just go fuck yourself.
You can’t replace that kind of love, but you can do things that remind and refocus, because otherwise you’ll drive yourself crazy thinking there’s an afterlife with a chance you’ll be reunited someday.
Wow, this Caturday post took a turn someplace.
My point is that Tina could never replace her mom. But she could remind herself that “life” goes on.
The reality is that life sucks sometimes. It’s true. But it doesn’t have to suck all the time. Tina’s a strong woman, and many are better for knowing her, and learning from the wisdom she was forced to equip herself with.
I’ll leave you with a video of a baby leopard to make up for it.
Wait for it …
Happy Humpday, all you K9 and not so K9 lovers out there.
You know what time it is?
It’s Wednesdog Time!
Yes, I’m finally doing one first thing in the morning.
Today’s Wednesdog is brought to you by regular-reader and blogger George W. His
mop with legs dog’s name is Ferris. Check out this slide show of Ferris and George’s description to follow.
Ferris is a Border Collie/Black Labrador cross who is almost seven years old. Although he used to be a rambunctious dog, hip problems have slowed him down the last year or so. He still enjoys the outdoors, and you can’t keep him out of the water. Brayan, my oldest son, named him after Ferris Bueller, which was his favorite movie at the time. Ferris is an expert child herder, he has kept the last three babies safely away from the stairs and in the confines of our back yard. He likes to bark and growl, but he is the biggest suck around new people; often not leaving their side if he gets petted once. These photos are the before and after of our regular spring haircut, where he goes from lab-ish collie to collie-ish lab in about an hour. I really prefer him shaved, but feel bad in the winter if he doesn’t have his coat.
Don’t forget to check out George’s blog, which turned one year old today. This post is a conversation explosion … if you’re into that kind of entertainment.
That reminds me. I forgot to tell you to wish Le Café Witteveen a happy birthday in May. Oh well, no one ever remembers the second birthday. We’ll set our sights on birthday #3.