No such thing as a bad walk

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Had some technical difficulties in figuring out some software issues. Stupid microsoft must have been designed by cats.

Taking a walk is like my most favorite thing in the whole world. There is no weather too bad for a walk. Rain, snow, ice, heat – I will never pass up a walk.

A cat lives here. He knows I know he knows I’m here. Sometimes he just sits in this window and taunts me. Cats are my weak spot. I know I shouldn’t chase them. I don’t even want to catch them. They smell of tuna fish and ammonia. Gross. They do this Ninja thing by hissing and arching their backs. They think it’s scary. It’s not. It’s sad. But I can’t help it. When I see one I must chase it!

This is my dad. He takes me on walks. He is awesome. And he is totally not looking over my shoulder as I type this.

Take a stand!

My newest cause. I think I’ll do a telethon…

New Years… Shmoo Years!

  This is the ball that was raised for New Years in downtown Pittsburgh in the rain. (“Because our future’s on the rise!”) Yep, that’s wet dog you’re smellin’ this New Years!

And what is this thing called a new year? It’s made up! It’s just this thing that humans invent to mark the passage of time. They make up years and months and weeks and hours and minutes so that they can have daytimers and Blackberries. It doesn’t really exist.  Good thing, too, cause each new year for me is seven years! I’ll have a happy new year again in about 50 days. So, I’ll continue to mark time by when I need to go out and when i need to eat.  That’s my clock.  Dogs will pop the cork on another new year around Feb 20.

Happy 2007… big woop.

 

My Christmas Post

Was just reflecting on how good my life is these days. Good friends… good house… and all the fun and adventure that is Pittsburgh! It’s good to be Belle.

Some of my readers have expressed concern about where ol’ Belle will be passing the holidays. My parents are flying to Phoenix. And since dogs and flying don’t mix well, I’m going on my own vacation. Have no fear. I’m staying at my friend Amanda’s house. They actually have a yard and a cat. Excellent! They lost a dog a few years back and are in need of a dog fix. Yup, I’m being pimped out!

I won’t be blogging again until after Christmas. So this is Merry Christmas to all my friends and fans out there! I love you all!

The Nativity Game

Okay, does anyone else think this is surreal? Last night, St. Joseph’s played St. Mary’s in college basketball. This is weird for a few reasons:

1) Two thousand years later, there are two schools (and basketball teams) named for a young couple… chosen by God out of total obscurity. They really didn’t DO anything. Mary was a chosen vessel. Joseph, a surrogate father. But all they really did was raise a child – something they would have done anyway – something they did again later.

2) Can you imagine the angel saying: “And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bring forth a Son, and shall call His name Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Highest; and the Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David. And He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of His kingdom there will be no end. And then, in a couple thousand years, you and Joseph will play basketball against each other.”

This would be like a game between St. Tom and St. Jean somewhere around the year 4000 in a game of futuristic rollerball or something. James Caan will be in it.

3) The St. Jospeph’s Hawks and the St. Mary’s Gaels. Neither of those two names has anything to do with Mary and Joseph. Why not the Carpenters against the Fighting Donkeys, or something like that? I’m just saying…

4) Joseph was a four and a half point favorite over Mary in Vegas – probably because he was taller and could out rebound her. BUT – Joseph won the game by four, meaning that Mary covered the spread. If you bet on Mary, you were a big winner in Vegas.

I guess that’s the sermon – always bet on Mary. God did.

Anyway – these are the things I think about in the middle of the day.

Drying out, -b

Wanna get away?

The Frogs beat the Dogs. Beat ‘em silly.

I lost the bet and have to pay the price… a bath. Somebody call the ASPCA. There is nothing more pathetic than a wet dog. Oh, the humiliation. Never root against your dad.

It’s Poinsettia Bowl Time!

So my dad’s all excited about the big bowl game tomorrow night. His alma mater, the TCU Horned Frogs, vs. Doug Ruhs’ Northern Illinois Huskies. A game for the ages. The Poinsettia Bowl? Is he kidding? Even a dog knows nobody cares about this game. Of course, don’t tell him but if I had to pick a side, I’d have to root for my sled dog brothers rather than a bunch of thorny reptiles. Looks like another good opportunity for a nap.

Twas ’bout a week before Christmas…

…and all thru the house, not a creature was stirring, except for Kate and Laura and Amie who came for chili, of course.

An elf hung trinkets on our measly tree with care, in hopes that some chew toys soon would be there.

The cats were nestled all snug in their beds, while nightmares of me danced in their heads.

And while they all watched “It’s a Wonderful Life, ” the saps, I settled down for some long winter’s naps.

Word.

Real story of the doughboy

So I got some of the details about the doughboy wrong. It’s not a guy named Butler. It’s just a doughboy. Not that any of you really care – but I’m all about the accuracy of my blog. I owe that to all my peeps.

“Lawrenceville possesses the greatest First World War sculpture in Pittsburgh, arguably in the entire nation. That sculpture is, of course, the Doughboy.” — Lance Leonard

Trend Setters

Just to prove what trendsetters my parents are, Bradgelina (Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie) went to Fallingwater, Frank Lloyd Wright’s famous house. It was on Thursday, just a few weeks after Tomandjeana went. Brad and Angelina had champagne and caviar there. I think my parents had beef jerkey and split a mountain dew. That’s the good life. I couldn’t go because F.L.W. apparently had some kind of issue with dogs. What’s up with that?