Why Dogs Are The Best..(two periods for emphasis)..(again)

The best thing about dogs is the fact that they almost NEVER really know what’s going on…like, you could jingle your car keys, and your pup will go all nuts to get in the car, bully its way into the front seat, have its face shoved back into the back seat, only to see it climb back over once you start driving to go who knows where. Or you could open up any bag of food — I’m talking brussel sprouts, stale cereal, poison ivy — and your dog will cramp your spot, sniff your lap, and hop all over you, just trying to appease the nose, ya know?

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, well, you’re probably a cat person.  And if you’re a cat person, you probably haven’t seen your cat in a week because she’s off doing her own thing without you. And if you haven’t seen your cat in a week…well, what’s new? How about you get a dog.

Anywho, here’s further evidence why dogs > 1,000,000 > 0 > -1,000,000 > cats <=  anything divided by zero…

Clueless Type #1:  “I don’t even know what I’m doing that’s so great” 


The most candid type of cluelessness.  Clearly the dog just chose a random spot to, ya know, take a breather (look at the tongue…), but boom! now he’s going viral. Like, is that not the best photo ever? Do you think the pup has remotely any idea what he’s doing? Nope. But he’s killing it and he doesn’t know why.

Clueless Type #2:  “Did you get that? Cause I didn’t”


This happens when you’re taking a casual saturday at home with your pup, and your wife/girlfriend comes home freaking out about how you’ve done nothing all day and creates an instantly hostile environment.  Pup’s like, “What is she talking about? Didn’t we just crush seven episodes of Game of Thrones, a couple of dog biscuits, maybe five or six belly rubs, and some pizza?” Yeah, yeah we did…I don’t get it either, episode 8…let’s go.

Clueless Type #3: “I don’t fully understand human-made things”


I don’t really know what to say here… I know what the pup is trying to do, he’s trying to kick back and watch a movie like I normally do. But, cmon? Not only are you using the ottomon for your wrong two legs, but you’re sitting so close to the TV you’re in everyone’s way.

Clueless Type #4: “Art? I just don’t get it.”


It’s kinda like when you walk into a modern art museum and you see a couple paint splashes by some dead guy, and you’re like “that’s worth how many millions?” Dogs just don’t understand art… Like, where’s the other half of the dog? I don’t know man, and I can’t tell you what it symbolizes, but it’s definitely deep.

Clueless Type #5: “There used to be a door there, right?

I’d chalk this up to believing in the Tooth Fairy, and then being told he doesn”t actually exist.  You’re saying mom snuck into my room and placed money under my pillow while I was asleep? 1) Thank you, and 2) !@#$ you.  The Tooth Fairy was awesome, especially because as the older I got, and realized the different values of money, I kept getting more.  But now that the Tooth Fairy is gone (screen door), it’s like learning to walk again.  Do I still try to pull out my teeth?

Okay, so that’s it. Dog’s are awesome cause they almost never fully get what’s going on… but wait, they’re ALSO awesome when they rarely know what’s going on.

Type #1 “I know everything that you know… and I’m not budging.”


When dogs realize things on the level of humans, they’re like rebellious teenagers trying to express themselves. They’re like:  do you have cameras in the house? No. Was anybody home? No. Prove it was me. Honestly, some other dog came into the house while I was napping and pooped there, and when I woke up, it was already on the floor. Don’t believe me? Take me to court.

Type #2 “I’m making power moves…and taking things into my own paws.”

Classic. What’s better than an outdoor pool? How about an indoor pool right next to my doggy bed and dog food! That’s what I’m talking about. Living like a king.  From now on, I’m only going outside to poop, and heck, I might not even go outside to do that.


Pups Unleashed

The weather was beautiful this morning, so I decided to eat breakfast outside.  I went to a little  cafe, and ordered the usual: iced coffee, two eggs over easy, and a 14 oz, dry-aged, New York strip steak.  As I was reading my newspaper, I felt something bump into me, and nearly spilled my coffee.  “Hey man, watch out!” I said, putting my newspaper down and making eye-contact with the perpetrator.

And then I felt dumb.  You see, turns out the dude that bumped in to me wasn’t actually a dude at all.  It was a Bernese Mountain Dog strolling through the cafe, stopping at every table, simply to say whattup.  I gave him a few pieces of steak, patted him on the head, and sent him on his way.

You may be asking yourself, “why was a dog just cruising through a cafe?  Where was his owner?”  The answer is simple.  Some dogs just do what they want, when they want.  If they want to get food at a cafe, they go to a freaking cafe.  If they want to go to the park to sniff butts with other dogs, they don’t hesitate.  They just do it.  The reason why: no leash.

There are two kinds of dog-owners. The first is the I-am-going-to-enjoy-myself-at-the-expense-of-my-dog-because-I-am-a-terrible-person owner:

This owner is the worst.  All that dog wants is to play in those leafs, but his owner gets some sort of sick high off of not allowing it.  That’s why she’s walking the dog so close to that pile.  Also take note of the fact that she’s got the leash rolled up to the point where the dog probably thinks he can reach the leaves.  But he can’t.  Not on her watch.

But then there’s the other kind of owner, who’s super chill and and never bothers to use a leash.  He’s got the doggy door in his garage, and just lets his dog do whatever he wants.

“I’m tired.  Oh perfect, a bench.  Might as well post up here for a couple hours.  Then I think I’ll go to a movie.  Air Bud.”

Old “Pups”

You ever visit your friend’s house and he or she says something along the lines of, “Oh my gosh, you gotta see the puppy!”  You become excited.  Puppy?  What a great turn of events!  This night won’t be so shitty after all!  “I didn’t know you got a new puppy!”  Your friend looks at you with the same kind of blank stare your girlfriend makes when you talk to her about the NBA Collective Bargaining Agreement.  A few moments later, Keaton, the 14 year old mutt your friend’s family rescued when you were in middle school, limps into the room.  “Oh.  Hi Keaton.”  You avoid making contact with his matted, stained coat.  “So, uh, where’s the new pup?”  But before your friend can respond, it hits you.  Damnit, tricked again.

This is but one example of an alarming trend among today’s pet owners: referring to old-ass dogs as puppies.  The dictionary refers to a puppy as:

“Es ist ein langer Weg, bis endlich der langersehnte Whippet ins Haus kommt. Viele Whippetinteressenten gehen inzwischen den besten Weg.”

Whats that, you don’t speak German?  Oh well.  I’m going to assume most people already know the definition of “puppy” anyway.

But the next time you witness somebody calling their dog a puppy, do some simple math in your head, and politely tell them that their “puppy” is actually the equivalent of a 105 year- old person.  Or, just to be safe, keep a reference photo in your wallet with you at all times.  If their dog doesn’t look like this…

… then it’s probably not a puppy.