I found this picture lurking about in my extensive and useless picture file, and I thought it matched up rather nicely with Raph’s post (Women’s lib - two down from this one).

I’m not exactly sure, and I haven’t worked out the haha’s yet, but I’m positive there’s a connection somewhere.

I’d love to sell you a pack of camels, but I’m afraid I’ll have to see some I.D. It says here you’re 8. Yup, that’s fine, that makes you 64 in dog years.

TLDG and Clare have gone up to Ottawa for the weekend to visit family (hers obviously), so The Mayor is all by himself this weekend, taking care of The Manor and basically pounding back the rye and gingers. So, if you’re around Mitchieville (the site, not my actual residence), I’ll be here hangin’ out, by myself. Yup, I’m not bored. It’s just me and my rye. Just me. All by my lonesome. Hanging out. Hangin’ and bangin’. Whistling. Typing. Me. Nobody but me.

For the love of god, say something!

**By the by, is the pooches name Cody or Andy? Just sayin’.

Mitchieville’s Minister of Agriculture asked The Mayor (in a most polite way) to extend Get That Dog Outta Here Week, as Paul said he enjoyed this segment more than anything he has ever enjoyed in his life. Sure, he didn’t exactly put it in those words, but I’ve known Paul for quite a while now, and I’m sure as shit that’s what he meant.

And The Mayor also got a chuckle out of Dmorris’ comment the other day when I posted the first dogs-humpin’ picture:

Whenever you attend an outdoor function with your young kids, two dogs will always do the act. Whether it’s just opportunism or exhibitionism I’don’t know, but you’re left trying to explain what they’re doing, to your toddler.

Noel Coward’s classic explanation, quoted in David Niven’s book,”The Moon’s a Balloon” can’t be surpassed.

Dmorris never fails to impress The Mayor. The guy is a national treasure and we’re lucky to have him in Mitchieville. You would do well to send him $5 through The Mayor’s PayPal account. Dontcha worry, I’ll make sure he gets every dime.

I have a good feeling that the pooch in the picture caught that Frisbee. I don’t know why I feel that way, let’s just chalk it up to a gut feeling and leave it at that.

Speaking of gut feelings, Andy from Redneck Ramblings sent me this Gif that has had me chuckling all evening. I shouldn’t be laughing at it, but I’m in a giggly mood because of the massive amount of crazy sex TLDG thrust upon me about two and a half hours ago. Whoaaaaa, a spatula? Sure, why the hell not!

And how is that *speaking of gut feelings?* Sorry, but you’ll have to dig deep inside your soul to answer that question.

**This post was completely disjointed, but you will not find an apology forthcoming.

This concludes Get That Dog Outta Here Week

If it wasn’t for the good boy putting out the small fire that was burning inside the picnic basket of Ridge and Bibi Henderson, their entire day would have been completely ruined.

Now drink up that apple juice, Ridge & Bibi, and stop complaining, it doesn’t taste salty at all.

Dogs are such wonderful and caring animals that they would do anything to alleviate the pain others animals might be suffering from. Take this tiger (please..hehe), it threw its back out - probably from stretching or other unnecessary activities - and this beautiful pooch is trying to snap it back into place.

Here’s to you, little fella. Thanks for caring!

It’s so cute when dogs hug each other. I see this type of behaviour in not only dogs but ALL animals and it makes me happy because I truly believe the animal kingdom can teach us mere humans a thing or two when it comes to getting along with one another. Just look how happy the hugger dog seems. It’s as if he (or she) is bringing as much joy to its friend as it is to itself. And that’s why I call on you tonight to go out and give a reverse hug to the next person you see. Just go up from behind and start hugging them like they’ve never been hugged before. And if they ask you what you’re doing, you tell them The Mayor said it’s cool.

Man, those sure are beautiful dogs. German shepherds are fantastic, but every one I’ve known ended up getting hip dysplasia. And that’s why I could never get a shepherd. Just knowing that eventually my dog will get hip dysplasia and live the rest of its life in pain is too much for me to handle. There’s nothing wrong with the bowel track of a German shepherd though, and I think the picture I posted proves that rather well. This really is turning into something of an educational site, isn’t it? I am SOOOO proud of that fact.

When we first got our dog, we weren’t sure what to call it. TLDG wanted to call it Spike, but I didn’t think it looked like a Spike. My oldest legitimate wanted to call it Thorny, but I didn’t think it looked like a Thorny. My youngest legitimate thought we should call him Needles, but I didn’t like that name either.

Finally we decided on a name we all thought appropriate: Say hello to Stupid Idiot.

From what I understand, a dog’s mouth is cleaner than a humans. Although, come to think of it, a dog is fully capable of licking its own ass. If that’s the case, does that mean that this man is actually kissing his dog’s ass? Yes, yes it certainly as hell does.

I know, I know, if you could do that you’d never leave home.

Geesh.