Tag Archives: dogs

your whole family is made out of meat

I’m sitting here trying to subscribe to CBC podcasts with Banshee 1.0 (Hint: you can’t. You have to use Feedburner to create a new [valid] feed out of CBC’s cruddy [quasi-valid] feeds. My feed for All Of CBC Radio 3’s Podcasts is here.) and Sherry is watching the Canadian equivalent of the Dog Whisperer on [...]

shit just got real

Cottage people fed us quiche and beer for breakfast and cradled our puppy in their laps and named her after a teevee lobster. In other news, my feet and most of my Sherry are glowing bright red.
The things that Ontario people call “cottages” are called “cabins” in many other parts of the country. As a [...]

a fecal matter

My life is probably a lot less interesting now that I have a job I don’t hate. However, this hasn’t put a damper on the insurance industry’s enthusiasm for spamming my blog.
Here’s an odd thing about dog-ownership for you, though: I am, for the first time in my life, more interested in the excretions, secretions [...]

the k stands for karma

i managed to make her sit still
Originally uploaded by reegmo

Four out of five neighbourhood kids agree, Cloverfield K. Metronome Surname is awesome enough for Facebook.

pigs tend to chew

The miniature pinscher is an ancient breed, and theories about its origins are varied and colourful.
When I brought her home, Sherry was with her class on a trip to Stratford. I text messaged her the following: “Our puppy is made out of all the universe’s best ingredients.”
That was before she inhaled her dinner, then vomited [...]

oh em gee puppy!

clover
Originally uploaded by reegmo

This is Clover. We met her yesterday in Orillia, and she’s coming home with us next week. She is a Miniature Pinscher, born March 17.
She is tiny and soft. She thinks my beard is interesting and tasty.
Sherry’s mother, who was initially blasé about the prospect of us getting a puppy, immediately took [...]

shit be cyclical, dog

I don’t remember the children’s sobs of suffering and anguish being this intense last year. Perhaps this year’s surrogate Santa is creepier than last year’s? Perhaps the children are gradually cluing in to the fact that their parents are placing them in dire peril for a few moments’ amusement and a $10 five-by-eight?
It’s a real [...]

pictures with santa (pitchers with sanna)

Bored? Bring your easily-startled bull terrier to the Bayfield Greymarketorium and dump him in the velvet-clothed lap of a sweaty, bearded stranger who smells like sad old man and frightened toddlers! The incessant terrified barking will make the children cry and do wonders for the cellphone guy’s headache.
While you’re there, ask the cellphone guy for [...]

job’s dog

You can’t just waltz into November without thinking ahead and expect to escape alive with a story to tell. That’s jackass thinking. You gotta lay down some goals first. Set aside a day or two in late October to sketch out some concepts in that navy blue spiral-bound notebook you’re always carrying around with you. [...]

amos’s secret fortune

An old man walks up to the kiosk where I’m eating an apple and doing the crossword. “Is there a Bell store in this mall?”
“Nope.” There’s a Dollarama and a Super Discount City and an As Seen On TV! in this mall, but no Bell store. C’est si dommage.
“Whassat?”
“Nope.”
“Is there a Bell store here?”
“There is [...]