Monday, April 04, 2005

Not so much us - as...

So there is a dog story following this week-end update.

This week-end we went to the desert and had the a great time. There was a lot of lying around, and hanging out. It was fun. We also saw most of a killer Tennis Game. Feder vs. this 18 year old phenom, Rafael Nadal. Nadal had Feder (whom I don't really like) on the ropes. He won the first two sets, and was in the tie-breaker in the 3rd. But then he got tired and ended up losing. I liked him right from the get go. Even before I saw this picture in which he looks "very" excited about the prospect of winning.



So , on to the Dog story. I pamper Hastings a little. I put him in the Jaquzzi to help with his artheritis. But I am not a freak like the people on "Showdogs Moms and Dads". Really.

In the middle of a review of the show for Salon, the author wanders off-topic of the show, and onto the topic of dog love.

Yes, "Showdog Moms &

Dads" hits a little too close to home for comfort. While we could chuckle heartily as the depraved parents on "Showbiz Moms & Dads" screwed up their children, I think we can all agree that screwing up a little dog's self-esteem is no laughing matter. And, while we wouldn't dream of making our kid traipse across a stage at age 3 singing "God Bless America," we might just purchase a rhinestone-studded collar for our pooch. In fact, we might've purchased one several months ago.


While we're on the subject, though, let me just make one thing clear: While all self-respecting, single women in their 30s fear becoming crazy cat ladies, i.e., women who live in filthy yet charmingly cluttered houses where everything is covered in a fine layer of downy soft cat hair, they should really fear becoming crazy dog ladies instead. Crazy dog ladies live in filthy houses that are not remotely charming, and their floors are not only covered with floaty bunches of dog hair, but also crowded with ripped-up corpses of stuffed animals, which crazy dog ladies refer to, tellingly, as "babies."


Crazy cat ladies, although filthy, are very proud. Crazy dog ladies have no pride, no shame, no dignity and no self-respect. In fact, without any rigid, antiquated strictures dictating their behavior, crazy dog ladies are free to wander into the realm of quick fixes, like eating In-N-Out burgers on the bed (one for doggie, one for crazy lady) while whiling away their days watching TiVoed two-hour episodes of "The Amazing Race," instead of becoming dutifully hysterical over the latest attack against God by the devil's handmaidens.