I turned from my typing to see this:

So in the interest of full disclosure I went around to the front of the chair to take the corresponding shot, which I love even more than the convoluted mess up top…

They’re just danglin’.

The State of the Dog is good. She’s thriving on raw chicken necks and Orijen kibble… As a matter of fact, her muscle growth has been phenomenal. Her activity level doesn’t hurt, but I swear I’ve never seen a dog so lean and muscular. She burns everything off… now. Later on I’ll have to adjust her food. But for now, at 1 1/2, all is as it should be.

One hundred thirty dogs from a puppy mill in Lyles, Tennessee were brought in to the Broward county Humane facility yesterday and are being readied for adoption.

Dachshunds are among them.

Arthur mentioned it this morning but I’d already seen the story on the news and thought the same thing… a new dog for us? His words were more along the line of ‘bringing an abused baby here to live out the rest of their lives in comfort’. He’s an amazing man, my Artie.
Now, before we float off on a cloud of happiness and puppy kisses…

Puppy mill dogs have been kept in small cages with little to no human contact. Usually fed as little food as possible, they are there solely to crank out puppies for pet stores. They live in their own feces. When they become too old to produce, they are either killed or allowed to starve to death.
To puppy mill owners, they are a product, nothing more.

Anyone who buys a dog from a pet store is supporting puppy mills and their practices. I don’t care how many lies the pet store employee tells or how cute little fluffy is or how you justify the purchase by saying that you’re ‘rescuing’ fluffy from the situation. If you purchase a puppy from a pet store you are supporting mills. Period.

I’ve adopted rescue dogs before, and they can have their problems. The adult dogs sometimes can’t learn to ‘go’ outside, they have personality disorders or no personality at all and don’t know how to play. At all. Not with other dogs, not with balls. Nothing.

So, we’re going to look into it, with reservations. There are reportedly some dogs with puppies and some pregnant dogs among the lot. Who knows… but we may be ready for a new baby. At last.

As much as I loathe seeing Christmas decorations in August, I’m on the holidays this year. Unlike last year, which we’ll just call ‘the year of quick excess’, I’ve already purchased two Christmas presents and some Thanksgiving decorations at a deeply discounted sale.

There are some things I don’t -and won’t- need, such as Halloween invitations, but if I did I’d be buying them now; lesson learned! If I’m out and see something I think someone might like I buy it; no more last minute hair tearing episodes. This is something BFB has been doing for years, but I just never got it before.

Friends and relatives reading this: get your order in now before I buy you something you don’t want. Heh…

Ladies & Gentlemen, this brand new Binford 6000 series metal detector will have you on the beach looking for buried pirate booty before you can say ‘Arrr, matey’!
Flip a switch and go in search of Civil War memorabilia! Yes, the handy dandy Binford 6000 serves dual purposes: it’s a land and water machine!
Amaze your friends and influence people you don’t even know to hate you on sight!
Act in the next 10 minutes and we’ll throw in a headset valued at 59.99 and a bumper sticker for your automobile that reads “Warning: dork on beach”.

If you want to play, here are the rules:
* You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and judgmental brain kicks in. Just set a timer, make your kid count to 600 slowly, whatever. It’s an honor system. And I trust you.
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* Please have fun. Don’t put pressure on yourself. Together, let’s rediscover the simple joy in the writing process.
* Post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.

Seen at the recent Texas Republican convention:

They don’t mince words, do they? Racist buttons were also sold at the convention, which is just wrong, of course. It’s fine to call BHO a terrorist, but mention that he’s black? Oh, hell no.

Republican Market dot com, the company responsible for the button, also sells this gem:

…which reminds me of Suzette’s post wherein we get a fresh look at the Hildabeast.

I’m caucasian, by the way. A freckled-American. And you can mention it all you want. I’m used to jokes about my freckles and my nose and pretty much everything else.

Let’s face it; as distasteful as it is to some, race has become a captious question mark hanging over the run for the office of President this year. Many people will be voting for BHO simply because he IS black and vice versa. Witness: “Obama or Die” at the BET Awards and “Barack Obama buzz at the BETs”.

“If we all register and vote, we will have the first black president in the history of America”: Sean “Diddy” Combs.

Well, if color is all that matters to you… then you’re a moron.

I think it’s a dachshund…

Heh Heh…