A Belated Happy Saint Patick's Day

I've been remiss in by blog posting duties.

Saint Patrick's Day is one of the most important holidays in the human tradition that comes around once every seven dog years. My humans celebrate the event by dining on corned beef and cabbage.

I am not all that sure about cabbage. It doesn't smell like food to this little doggie, but Corned Beef ... now that is something that is fall of the bone yummy.

The way my humans like to eat corned beef is in carefully cut slices with just a dollop of mustard and horse radish sauce on the side.

I like to eat corned beef by waiting until the human walks out of the room to get a can, pulling the corned beef straight off the platter on the counter and eating the large chunk of corned beef on the floor in a 30 second snarf fest.

Yep, snarfing two pounds of meat in 30 seconds is the best way to eat any meal.

Speaking of humans. My humans are exceedingly cruel beings who drag innocent little doggies across the room make the little innocent doggie who has never done any harm to anyone look at the empty platter on the floor as if the doggie should feel some deep seated guilt by looking at a empty platter.

I am thinking of calling ASPCA because what they did to me was cruel.

But it is the season of Saint Patrick's and the spirit of the Irish has filled this doggy with happiness ... despite the cruelty of my humans. I am feeling satiated and full and will simply sit here and enjoy the season.

My name is Coco. I am a good doggie ... a good and very full doggie.

Unconditional Love

Coco told me this while on a walk:

"Human, if you give me that treat in your hand; I will love you unconditionally."

A Little Cajun Cooking

Today was a good day.

For lunch I had an Andouille Sausage. This is a smoked pork sausage that is actually of German Origin although it has become popular in Cajun cooking.

I find the sausage is a bit spicy for a whole meal and would prefer it mixed in with my kibbles. But a doggie has to take what the doggie can get from the counter top when the humans aren't looking.

Speaking of humans, I wonder what my humans will eat tonight? It better not be my kibbles. I will bark at them if they try eating my kibbles.

Coco,
The Dog

Super Human Powers

Here is a picture of a super human girl using her super human powers for the betterment of the world.

Bad Joke #42,847

Elephant © Henryk Olszewski

So, why did the ringmaster sell all the circus animals after acquiring a pachyderm?

The ringmaster was so impressed with the mammoth beast that he saw the other animals as irrelephant.

Hasbro Alert

In a case of East Coast Liberalism run amok, this little doggie learned that the secular progressives at Hasbro (makers of Monopoly) are conspiring to replace Scottie the terrier with a piece representing a cat.

A CAT I TELL YOU!

A CAT!

We can't let this happen.

Anyway, Hasbro decided to change the traditional pieces of its Monopoly game is having a facebook campaign to decide which if its pieces to discard.

I say flatten the iron or give the boot a boot. The suggestion of replacing a dog with a cat is just inhumane.

This little doggie is voting to save Scottie and will support the Robot for the new Monopoly piece because good monopolists in the real world are systematically replacing people with robots.

The Tipping Point

My Dear Canine Friends,

Each year, as you all know, thousands of innocent bright-eyed puppies are sucked into vacuum cleaners where they die a horrible death.

Despite the obvious dangers. Doltish humans foolishly slave with vacuum cleaners and spent countless dog hours vacuuming up the carpet.

Time that would be better spent playing fetch with the doggie!

As you all know, I've been a staunch foe of vacuum cleaners since my earliest days as a puppy.

I bark at the vacuum and run circles when the vacuum is running ... but all that effort has been to no avail.

That is. Until today.

Yes, my fine furred friends. I believe the canine world has reached a tipping point in the war against the vacuum.

For the last weeks I've been shedding as if fur went out of style.

I shed so much fur that the hose to the vacuum cleaner simply clogged up and the vacuum cleaner could no longer engage in evil.

This, I believe, is the tipping point in the war between vacuums and dogs.

And so, I report to the canine world. There is still hope.

Simply shed. Shed like you've never shed before and we can cover the carpets of the world with so much fur that all the vacuums will simply choke and clog up.

My name is Coco. I am a little brown doggie who is looking out for you.