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I love the image of an Airedale taking a nice bite out of someone's ass! I think I'll forever have that image in my head now.

And a completely unrelated Airedale story I just remembered. Years ago, I worked at a cat shelter that had a food pantry that gave out pet food to people having trouble affording it. Around the same time, I ended up working in an office with a woman who said, "oh, my dad absolutely loves that shelter, because they found our dog." To make a long story short, her parents had an old Airedale who one day disappeared from their yard and wasn't wearing his collar. A few days later, a homeless guy with a recently groomed Airedale showed up at the shelter (which was miles across town from this woman's parents house) wanting dog food for the dog. The shelter's dog person immediately knew that this well-groomed dog did not belong to the homeless guy, so she started calling groomers to try to find out if anyone knew whose dog it might be, and eventually she tracked down the owners. It always makes me giggle to think of this dog spending a few days traveling around the north side of Chicago, and I always wonder where all he went and what he saw.

I can already see the People magazine layout of "Sexiest Male Rock Star Pedicures!"

I can just picture them with those caps and hooks to pull the sections of hair through the cap! That made my day! If only you could see their toenails, 'cause I bet they gave each other pedicures, too, at the Aerosmith slumber party.

I think being a banana is more my style!

I've read your post a few times and yes, either you're a bit addled or I am (which is entirely possible ). Are you saying that you are an ice queen bitch or that you're not, but if you were you would have some things you don't have now?

Eeeeeek! I saw the legendary French pedicure with scary long toenails with my very own eyes today! It was on someone I would have to describe as a 20-something Banana Republican, and it was grotesque and gave me goosebumps (not the good kind).

Look at that sweet face! I was just telling my boyfriend on the way home tonight that most terriers look so happy to me. I don't know if it's the proportion of their features or what, but they always look happy and laughing in an almost human way. All these tales of dogs dying today is really bringing me down, though, so a round of for everyone.

ETA: I think she looks more like, "why do you have me wearing this freakin' tiara?" in that particular picture.

I would definitely take him to the vet first, before bringing him in. At the very least, it might save you from the horrors of a flea infestation.

Having been raised by a catholic martyr guilt-tripping mother, I'm totally on the "FUCK GUILT!" bandwagon. And when you figure out your reality/romance contradiction, maybe you can help me figure out how I manage to be both the most cynical person I know and the most optimistic person I know (not at the same time, of course).

Yay for the Puddin'!

We all know you secretly named him after trading post Puddin'.

I used to dream of having a retirement home for cats, and I was going to call it Bud Garvey's Home for Elderly Cats after a decrepit old snowshoe siamese I once adopted. Now that my cats are all advancing in age, however, I don't know what the hell I was thinking. It's too much work!

Here ya go!

I'm gonna make you a Robert Plant priapus package icon!

I'm glad this actually turned out to be about Zeppelin and not a tease.

Michael Jackson must have been the model.

Phantom Phallus of the Prairie!

Of course, my dreadful mind started thinking of funny creepy names and leapt from thinking of Phantom of the Opera variations to a Headless Horseman variation which I guess would have to be the Headless Phallus!

Please keep us posted. I'm hoping for a happy ending like Mr. Mugs falls in love with the ittle bittle puddy tat.

Poor thing! I think even taking him to a big shelter where he will likely be euthanized is more humane than leaving him out there. I would like to and and perform a zillion other painful tortures upon every a**hole who dumps housepets to fend for themselves.

I just realized that Birdy-Birdy reminds me of the baby bunny who frequents our yard who I've been calling Bun-Bun. Our upstairs neighbors have named him Baxter. I was kind of worried after not seeing him for a few days, but my boyfriend saw him out there today.

That's so sweet! I love all my outside creatures, but I have yet to actually rescue any baby creatures. The other day a guinea fowl flew into our yard. I thought I was hallucinating or having an aneurysm or something when I looked out the window and saw an enormous grey bird on the neighbors' garage roof. It flew down into the yard and started eating the birdseed that I had just thrown out for the sparrows. I was like "what the hell is that?" It looked exotic enough that it might have escaped from somewhere, but it wasn't in my bird book, so I had no idea what it was except it looked vaguely chickenlike, but could fly. Finally, I called my friend who grew up on a farm, because I figured she could tell me if chickens could fly or not and when I said this large grey chickenlike bird was in my yard, she said "it's a helmeted guinea fowl" (or some such thing) and it turned out it had been in her yard a mile away the previous week eating her birdseed. I actually tracked down someone in the suburbs who has a bunch of guinea hens and said she would take it if I could catch it, but alas, it was smarter than me and was onto my trick of leaving a trail of birdseed leading up to a large pet carrier. I was actually going to try to grab it like the woman said I could, but it knew what I was up to and flew up onto the neighbors' deck and then onto the garage roof and then flew off somewhere else. So, there may still be a guinea fowl on the loose on the north side of Chicago.

Dick's got a picnic in his pants!

I think he has some beef jerky in there in case he needs a snack!

I bet you'd like to have your fanny pinched by Uncle Willie, you naughty girl!

I love that movie and Holiday which is also with Kate Hepburn & Cary Grant. I also love Roman Holiday, because Gregory Peck was one of the handsomest men ever. The one romantic movie I would like to be able to step into and actually live in for a day or so, though, would be Amelie with its silliness and delicious colors.

Are you sure she's not Homer Simpson in drag?

Just wait 'til sandal season when she'll probably not only have a French pedicure, but will probably have crusty bits of food that she's dropped on her toes.

She was definitely aloof like the female canines tend to be with strangers. It just killed me that a scrunchy-faced dog like a boxer was named Greta Garbo. She was nothing like the boxer named Zeus that lives down the street and is still as rambunctious as a puppy, though he must be at least 5 years old by now. I absolutely love Zeus even though he peed on my pantsleg one day when he went to pee on the iron fence he's fenced in with and it shot right past the fence and onto my leg. Luckily I was on my way home from work instead on my way to work.