...somebody will bitch about this episode being insufficiently political.

She is staring at me, right now, as I read Salon. While she is stretched out in my recliner. Hope she's comfy.

Its the CATS we have to watch out for. Ack! Oop!

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and you give us a cartoon about dogs?!?

Just kidding, I thought it was cute.

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Hairline, cigarette, ....

Our dogs have their own beds, toy baskets, door, food cupboard, and medicine basket. I have forgiven the shisty one for chewing on an heirloom quilt and ruining a carpet that will cost about $1100 to replace. I have forgiven the German Shedder for destroying a Coach Purse and forgiven the Shist when she chewed the strap off my Ameribag.

When the humans are ill, we suck it up and suffer. When the dogs are ill we go to the closest AAHA certified vet we can find with all due haste.

I bathe the dogs in Mane and Tail bought especially for them and kept under the sink and used only on the canines of our household. Me? I use generic body soap and White Rain shampoo.

The dogs eat pre-measured, healthy dog food, perfectly balanced for their health. Me? I eat whatever's cheap that I can cook in a crockpot.

The dogs don't work, don't have responsibilities, don't even have to put up their own damn toys before I vacuum all of their fur off the floor and the furniture.

Breathed might be onto something.

would have been better at running things than most I know...even if she did dig a hole in the backseat of my brand new car. Hmm, maybe it was plot?

of my 3 Irish Setters is the 14-1/2 year old, Lucy. Two weeks ago the landscaper came to put mulch down in my backyard and left the gate wide open. The two younger ones were so happy to run around in the new mulch they didn't even notice the gate was open. Lucy, on the other hand, decided to run away from home. Took me over an hour to find her. Last week she got the guest room closet door open just enough to drag out a shopping bag full of bags of Halloween candy. I came home from work to find three empty bags of Nestles Crunch and an empty bag of Butterfingers but only about 10 candy wrappers scattered around the house. Her nephew Kirby threw up candy wrappers for 4 nights in a row. How do I know it was Lucy that got the closet door open? Because she kept going back to that closet and pawing at the doors until I finally opened the doors and showed her that the rest of the candy had been moved. Anybody who thinks Irish Setters are dumb has never had one. (Okay, Kirby eating the candy, wrappers and all, was none too bright but whenever Lucy and his half-sister Fancy get into an argument he runs and hides ... that's pretty damn smart.)

Dogs may never rule the world, but they sure do rule our lives, don't they? They don't need a plan ... they've already won.

Once a dog chewed the only blue dress coat I owned that was being aired out on a backyard bush.

I had no respectable coat to wear to weddings and funerals after that.

The brown and white dawg, a Starbucks latte wanting warmed up etc, made me just wish to complain and scream that the Opus cartoons are gone to the dogs. yep. awful. send the author to the white house's kennel to get stuck on Barnie. We need better leaders? Right. Worlds gonna go to the foxes and fat cats if we don't do something real fast. The speedometer needs to move, faster, faster, faster. Learn from smart dogs. Dogs in the real world listen. Real dogs are wonderful. What's gone on with humans?

I'll go to Greenwald's FISA latest for balance and centering after this ridiculous OPUS cartoon. Gads. Zippy the Pinhead makes more sense day after day since Salon started a Sunday read of OPUS.

"Messier/Smellier" ~-~ And don't let the vet do a vasectomy on the dinner table.

When life was simple and children and dogs ruled the world they were the only friends I needed. Dogs and children listen like OPUS, attentively. Eyes fixed, wanting a Pizza crust, begging with a gentle glance, and patient as if the cold-dough was a buttered flapjack warm from the skillet.

OPUS reminds me of childhood innocents-

A moonbeam just hits your eye like a big Pizza Pie.

A Child like beauty...WOW. If that beauty would only remain and a child could rule the world. GO away "smart" adults.

The pup reminds be of a white/brown Guernsey cow?

OT/OT?- One day two dogs were stuck together- My children yelled. "Dad, the dogs are stuck!"

Gads. I missed the beginning. "What's Gone On?"

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huh- O, they were carousing, bumped into each other, like cows hop on each other to play piggy back, and now they are temporarily stuck? It's tenderness. Ignore the howls. It's not disgusting as it appears. It is called a rhythm system in Sunday School. It's called Heat?

"Heat up the Starbucks Latte!" I was once told by goat cheese farmers: Guernsey cows give 13% more cream. I 'talk' too much. Vasectomies should not be performed on the dinner table. A vet who rolls up the sleeves and does that has no tack.

Opus you expand the world for readers.

There is no reason to fund the Bored of Ed human schools and drag them poor children there with big yellow butter colored Pizza Pie Bosses. The principal will make life More Wooster. Good, better best, Let Children Read and Discuss OPUS. Maybe they will be a leader some day? a president? o, hope. and help the u.s.a., opus!

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bebop-o, apparently you couldn't tell that Herself's punctuation was a picture of a cat (that is, Bill the Cat).

So please, as a courtesy, would you please tell me what you were on? Apparently I can make myself a very rich man by quitting my job and selling that instead.