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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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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I are a dog-training idjit. You?

Stupid owner = stupid dog. I have the scars to prove it. I think I was four when the neighbor’s collie dog put its crocodile-like mouth completely around my little body and chomped. I’d gotten a cowboy outfit for Christmas, including red boots and a rope. I wanted Duchess to walk around like a cow […]

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