Berkeley, GitM’s resident Sheltie-American, turned seven today. [3, 4, 5, 6.]
Happy Berkday, bud (and, sorry, but when the current bag runs out, you’re getting switched to the Old Man Food.)
Category: Animals
A World of Addicts.
Love is a stranger in an open car…or is it just a much-needed dopamine fix? Somebody writes this story every Valentine’s Day. Still, I guess it’s something to keep in mind. (And sorry, Berk, you may be my Valentine again this year, but the same type of deconstruction applies to you. No hard feelings, bud.)
Sam Adams’ Bacon Lager.
Beer for dogs. Glad we finally got that one sorted out.
A World Without Lampshades.
Sheltie update: Berkeley (who thanks y’all out there for the well-wishes, by the way) is free of the Elizabethan collar that so marred last week, and his foot — while still occasionally bleeding after a long walk — is now definitively on the mend. And so, Berk is now back to his usual daily regime of spinning in circles and barking at miasmas of evil from his perch near the window. Welcome back, little fella.
My Dogs Wear My Collars, Sir.
As you can see, Berkeley has entered his Elizabethan period in order to recuperate from a foot injury (bloody toe, dislocated nail) suffered over the weekend. Fortunately, he should only have to wear the collar for a few days, while the antibiotics work their mojo.
In a Dog’s Age.
At a time of incipient civil war in Iraq, civil liberties under siege here at home, and corruption festering in the Capitol, CNN publishes a hard-hitting special report on that critical issue facing the republic, a pet’s modern life. I think Berkeley speaks for all Sheltie-Americans on this issue when he says, “Ruff.”
Nessie, meet Dumbo.
A new theory by Glasgow paleontologist Neil Clark suggests the Loch Ness Monster was more circus elephant than pink elephant. “‘It is quite possible that people not used to seeing a swimming elephant — the vast bulk of the animal is submerged, with only a thick trunk and a couple of humps visible,’ thought they saw a monster, Clark said in an interview Tuesday.” Adding fuel to the fire is the 20,000 pound reward for Nessie’s capture put forward by circus impresario Bertram Mills, who may well have rested his traveling circus animals along the banks of Loch Ness, in 1933.
Six Years on Four Legs.
A very happy sixth birthday to Berkeley, who spent the evening celebrating with my brother (lap pictured) and sister-in-law, in town this weekend for Comic-Con. Happy b-day, l’il fella.
26.9 Inches.
Now this is a blizzard. I gotta say, the novelty’s already worn off (particularly since, as per the norm, the snow salt is already playing hell with Berk‘s paws.)
