Tuesday, May 18, 2004



There are just some things that make me smile. No matter what. Say Uncle remembered this, and posted a couple of pictures of Politically Incorrect Dog's birthday, complete with a two (2) pictures of Politically Incorrect Dog wearing a hat.

Some days, there is nothing more funny to me than a dog wearing a hat.

Also, a while ago, my folks inherited a pug. When I visit, everything I do is a wonder. It's interesting, although occasionally he'll cock his head at you like you've just said or done the dipshittiest thing he's ever seen in his life.

But anyway, Max is an animal of routine. He's a bit too rambunctious to be left on his own while they're at work or asleep, so he's got a pen he stays in those times.

Dad will come home for lunch every day, and he's got every season of M*A*S*H that's been released on DVD. He watches an episode or two of that show while he eats. He also lets Max out to go to the toilet and eat a little lunch with him.

Max is so used to this routine, he knows that when the music from the end credits of MASH begins to play, it's time to go back to his pen. He just gets up from whatever he's doing, walks over to his pen, and lies down.

I'm going to have to try that next time I'm visiting to see if it'll work in other situations. Because it's a pain in the butt to get him to go to his pen when he doesn't want to go.


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