Leaping 20 Feet into the Air

Everyone knows that there's about seven dog years in a human year.

The same interesting conversion takes place in linear measurements. There's about seven dog feet in a foot of the English measurement system.

To avoid confusion, some writers call a dog's foot a "paw."

Writing does get confusing. I've been accused of exaggerating when I say that I jumped 20 feet into the air to catch the frisbee. 20 dog feet is about 3 feet in the English system.

Some of my best jumps are well over 20 feet, but my human is too doltish to do the measurements right.

New Dog Smell in the Air

That was fun.

A dog in the neigborhood started barking.

So we all started barking.

One doesn't realize how many dogs there are in the 'hood until they all start barking.

I was barking and running in circles and let loose with a few borderline howls ... it was so fun.

Part of the reason for the barking is that there is a new dog in the neighborhood ... one that I haven't directly smelled yet.

Anyway, I thought you would like to know what all of the barking was about.

That's enough for blogging today. I need to get back to my place by the window so that I can back some more.

Clothespins

What I dislike most about wash day is the clothespins.

Clothespins beat the socks off that scary blow dryer at the self serve dog wash.



(Note the picture above was the iStockPhoto.com photo of the week for 3/15/2010 titled Big Wash by Elena Vizerskaya. credits.)

On Doggie Duties

The primary job of dogs is to bring joy and happiness to the world.

This is a complex task. Us dogs figured that we would take on the assignment with a two prong approach:

The first prong is that we evolved into all around wonderful creatures.

The second prong is to lead by example. To do this, we have a really fun time running around the playing field. We jump really high to fetch the Frisbee and we roll in the snow with total abandon.

That's about it. We like eating … even if eating involves the same bowl of kibbles day after day. We enjoy sitting on laps … even though humans are lumpy.

Overall, I think the dog population does an admirable job being dogs.

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

A Naval Post

Loose lips sink ships.

Us doggies have about five times as much lip as humans. As a result, doggies have never been able to muster an effective navy.

Retriever v. Receiver

I took a lot of flack for yesterday's post on the Super Bowl.

I've sat at the foot of my human's recliner watching this so-called football game on TV. All I can say is the humans have the game completely wrong.

In football, a human called the quarterback throws a pigskin to a person called a receiver, who catches it. This part of the game makes sense to me. I am super good at jumping into the air and catching.

I realy love catching tasty things and a pigskin sounds tasty to me.

After catching the pigskin, the receiver tries running to an arbritrary line on the playing field called a goal.

That's where they get it wrong. I am a Labrador Retriever. What you are supposed to do is run back to the human who through the pigskin. I have an instinct for this type of thing. When the receiver runs towards the goal, it is being a bad human, just as i am being a bad dog when I run away with the Frisbee.

The humans in the other colored jerseys are correct in trying to knock down the bad human.

My name is Coco. I am a dog, and I approve this message. If you don't like it. Bite Me. I bite back and have bigger teeth.

Coco on the Super Bowl

Each time this year I am asked to give my opinion on the Super Bowl.

The Super Bowl has something to do with that strange light box that humans find so fascinating. I've spent far too many hours curled up at the foot of my human's recliner while watching that silly light box.

I conclusion, I happen to be a dog. I believe that I speak for most dogs when I say: "I prefer my supper bowl to the Super Bowl."