Mr. Monk and the Dog

Hi all those fans out in TV land. As a dog, I prefer to run and play in a field to watching TV.

But I have to admit, there is some appeal to curling up with the whole pack and watching a TV program or two. My favorite program is a think called Monk.

I've watched the show "Monk" since I was a puppy. The plot of the show is really simple. There is a guy named Adrian Monk who really needs a puppy. Because he doesn't have a puppy, he has developed all sorts of odd neuroses.

The guy works as a detective and solves all sorts of crimes, but has not been able to figure out that he, himself, needs a little doggie in his life to be complete.

Anyway, this show has been going on for dog decades, and I was extremely happy to find out that in Friday's show, Mr. Monk finally found a doggie to share his life. If you happen to have iTunes, you can press the button below and order a copy of the show online: (Pressing the button loads iTunes.)

Since Mr. Monk has finally found his puppy, his life will be full and complete. As such, there are only a few episodes left before the series go into that place where all TV shows go.

I am very happy the Mr. Monk found a doggie. There were times in the show where I thought he would never realize that people need doggies to be complete.

My name is Coco. I am a dog, and I approve this message.

Green to White

My green running field turned from green to white.

OVERNIGHT!!!!!

The snow this year appears to be harder. I remember bounding in snow was much easier when I was a pup.

But I love snow. I love snow. I love snow.


woof.

signed

Coco the doggie

Life Among the Monkeys

Yep, the video below captures what it's like to live among the monkeys:

On Design Principles

Fast is better than tall.





I am Coco, a fast dog, I approve this message typed by my tall human.

Five Second Rule

The five second rule is an important part of hygiene that applies in both the dog and people world.

This rule states that if you drop something and can pick it back up before counting to five, then it is still good.

After all, it takes five seconds for a germ to get on something.

This important rule applies to both people and dogs.

Dogs, though, have the advantage that we don't know how to count to five. When us doggies see food on the ground. We pretty much assume that no dog has ever counted to five. No germs woudl have had a chance to get on the food. So, we eat it.

A second part of the five second rule is the first come first serve provision. So, if a human drops something on the ground and the dog gets to it first, it belongs to the dog even if the human has not counted all the way to five.

My name is Coco. I am a dog, and I approve this message.

Man Bites Dog

At the dog park the other day, I met a great dane who suffered the indignity of having a human bite its ear.

The ear was all floppy and off center because a person bit it.

What is this world coming to?

Chewing on the Laces of the Law

In my last post, I brought up the point that I happen to have a lawyer.

His name is Doug.

With Cass Sunsteen as the new regulatory czar, there is a lot of talk about the legal rights of animals.

I find that the best way to keep regular is to have multiple walks a day. So, I am really excited about having a regulatory czar interested in my rights.

Now, the dog/human contract says that I am to get three walks a day. I am to get that along with three big bowls of kibbles, treats for being good and belly rubs on demand.

Quite frankly, I think my humans have been lax on the three walk a day thingy. At times I think that, if I knew how to count, they would be in big, big trouble on the walk deficiency.

I am not sure if my having a lawyer has helped me in the dog walking equation. Some times, my evening walk comes late, and I am about ready to burst when we get to to dog park.

Here's the thing. Having a lawyer only really helps if one is willing to use that lawyer. I am such a good little doggie that I spend most of my doggie time trying to smooth things out in the pack that I often forget about myself and my own needs.

Perhaps it's just me being silly, but on the rare occasions that I see my lawyer, I simply jump up and down on him and chew at his shoelaces instead of engaging in more serious conversations about my rights as a dog and the responsibilites that humans have toward their dog.

I hope my humans read this blog and chew on the walk deficit in my life. I hope that my lawyer Doug drops by some day so that I can can chew on his shoe laces.

I wander if Cass Sunsteen has a little doggie who chews on his shoe laces.