Posts Tagged moosedawg


Christmas Torch, er, Antlers, Passed to a New Generation of Dawgs

The Christmas torch, well, I mean antlers, was passed to a new generation last night as we decorated our Christmas tree. This is almost certainly the last Christmas for the 13-year-old, almost deaf and nearly blind Moosedawg, so it had to happen. Every year for as long as I can remember, part of my son […]

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Scattershooting

Scattershooting while wondering whatever happened to the Dallas Cowboys. Sigh. The highlight of my week was reading an old Tom Clancy book, Clear and Present Danger, and learning what Charlie Foxtrot means in military slang. Because that about sums things up, here lately. Another highlight was that the thieves who did the Halloween smash-and-grab on […]

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Crack Puppy Walkies

“It’s a nice day. Why don’t you get some exercise and go walk the dogs. Take Ling Ling, too,” says the GM of Finance. Ugh. Walking the 100-pound semi-deaf, going-blind Moosedawg by himself is easy enough. Sure, for the first 100 yards or so he tries to drag me. But over the last 13 years, […]

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Moosedawg on Stilts and a Crack Puppy Rabbit

In May, I thought Buddy the Moosedawg, at 12, was about to kark it. Mentally and physically he was losing it. But this week he’s running on testosterone like a teenager. He’s trying to do his spinning, snarling whirling dervish of death and destruction impression. Granted, he used to do it at about 9000 rpms, […]

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Why Women Could Never be Dave Barry, Me, or *Uranus

So Dave Barry and I are soaking our stiff necks in the bathtub this morning, and we think of 10 reasons why women could never be men. Starting with necks. (We get to *Uranus later). 1. At the first sign of neck stiffness, women would call all their friends, analyze the problem, share the names […]

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Dear Designer Dog Company – Our Order Enclosed

Dear Designer Dog Co., My last few off-the-rack dog purchases have left a lot to be desired. Bad eyes. Bad hips. REALLY BIG MOUTH. So that we don’t make a mistake when choosing our next dog, I’ve been studying the truly wonderful book “The Good, The Bad and the Furry”. And I’d like to order […]

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The Moosedawg’s Last Dance

You know the scene in Marley & Me when Marley’s so old he won’t go for a walk any more? Well, the Moosedawg, at 12, is almost there. When the cold weather hits, I think going walkies will be done and dusted. And the end won’t be too far away. It’s sort of unreal when […]

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