I know for an absolute fact that it was. I can’t recall it exactly, beyond remembering that it was horribly laden with syrup.
There’s got to be some kind of joke in there somewhere, scout, but I’m too sleep deprived to find it. I’ll look again later this week.
I first thought of Jason Lee’s character from Mallrats when you named the pup. It that was spelled “brodie”, apparently the Scottish spelling.
You know, when you name a dog, the name should be two sylables long and end with the “ee” sound. I really don’t know why, but I read that somewhere. I think it has something to do with being easy to yell out at the dog when they are up to something that they shouldn’t be.
One of the other names we had floating around was “Murphy”, but that’s Irish, not Scottish, so it would have been silly for us to name our pup that. Just plain silly.
“Brisco” (as in The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.) was also a puppy name we’ve had back for a special occasion. (Since 1993) But when we were trying to think of a good name for little Brody, we forgot (forgot!) about it. And it just doesn’t suit the little guy anyway. (He’d need a bigger chin for starters.) Also, it doesn’t end in the “ee” sound.
Dogs should also have a middle name. Or a formal long name that you only use when they are in Big Trouble. Like with kids, when you trot out the middle name, they know they’d better shape up fast.
<snerk> Because BSMF got too close to a cat, he didn’t get no…
lovin’.</snerk>
<snerk> Not tonight dear, I pet a cat this afternoon <snerk>
I can’t help it. Stuff like that brings out the juvenile in me.
VunderBob is under the knife today, so let’s all send prayers, good vibes, thoughts and whatever else ya got his way. Here’s wishing a speedy recovery and lots of good pain meds.
If I had the room for one, I’d get me an albino rhinocerous. They’re just so keee-yoote! The neighbors would be so jealous when I took little Rhinie out for a walk. I could buy him outfits to wear and paint his horn in colors to match his outfit. He’d be the most f-aaa-buuu-lous rhino ever!
Jeez, swampy…you and my wife! Every holiday (and she knows some really obscure ones!) she dresses the cats up and takes pictures. Poor oppressed kitties. I’d try to stop her, but then she might start dressing me! :eek:
Oh, dear, swampy, you’d go broke buying sun-block!!!
I once saw a picture of an albino Pekingnese. He was also very keee-yoote! His owner had to put sun-block on his nose every time he went outside so it didn’t get burned.
Good vibes being sent for bobbio!!! 
I’m glad we’re all being adult here and not ribbin’ scout with that other cat name what starts with a “p”. <snerk>
I loved “Brisco County” when it was on. They allus take off the shows I like. 
People who dress their animals need mental help. When I was a tiny Marli, my grandmother had an ancient toy poodle that she dressed up in a little Santa Claus outfit every Christmas. The poodle didn’t like this, nor did he like kids, or noise, or air, or anything else, really. She’d put him in her chair and take pictures, exclaiming, “Isn’t that the cutest thing!” The cutest thing would sit there in its little red hat and fake beard, eyes reddened with rage, snarling, while my sister and I watched fearfully and prayed the real Santa Claus couldn’t see this.
I tied one of my father’s bandanas around my pet goat’s neck one day. He managed to get it off and he ate it. So you see dressing pets is never a good thing.
My dog’s name is Captain, or more accurately, Cap’n. No, we didn’t name him. That’s the name he had when we adopted him, so we just kept it so he didn’t all confused. Sometimes we call him Cappy.
I too had my own Unfortunate Dog Experience this morning. The hubby woke up late and was rushing about. He called upstairs from the kitchen to say the dog had left a big mess. I called back down that I’d be down to clean it up in minute, and I promptly fell asleep. Now, don’t get all grossed out, the mess was on the vinyl floor and I only slept a little. Besides, I was thinking it was the bile he throws up on occasion and nothing else.
I was not prepared for the evil that greeted me when I came downstairs. Good Lord, it looked like he had puked up a week’s worth of cat food. Yes, cat food. And…shades of last week’s MMP he almost got some of the puke down the register. It turns out he got into the damn cat food again! My poor cat is constantly crying to be fed and it’s because the dog keeps eating it. If I put the cat’s bowl somewhere the dog can’t get to it, he get into the bag of cat food itself. I feed, and water the “animal companions” in our laundry room. The litterbox is kept there too. The laundry room is not huge, so there aren’t a lot of storage options for the cat food and dog food, especially since I buy the large Costco sized bags of it. It’s all I can do to fit the hampers and laundry stuff in there too. Mainly because I keep washing clean clothes over and over again, so my laundry never, never disappears. Why do I wash clean clothes over and over again? Why, because I have TEENAGERS who get lazy and don’t put their clean clothes away when I tell them to clean their rooms. Nope, they put it all back in the laundry room.
On to other news. We found a formal dress and shoes for the teenage daughter yesterday. It took over fours hours, but we found it! We first went to Mariposa which is where all the girls go. The problem is that the people who buy clothes for Mariposa seem to think ALL teenagers are size 1. :rolleyes: And…even the bigger sizes are made small. We found an absolutely stunning dress (after trying several others on) and it looked gorgeous on her. The problem was that it was a size too small and we couldn’t get it zipped up. So, I had the sales clerk call the other stores in the area to see if there was a store with a bigger size. Yes, there was a store alright, but it was in Bellevue. I live in Puyallup. Bellevue is a LONG ASSED way to go. Besides, we weren’t sure that even the next size up would fit because these dresses were tight, tight, tight.
So, we left Mariposa and headed down to Macy’s. We found the dress at Macy’s. I’m pleased to say *I * found it, showed it to my daughter and she agreed to try it on along with several others she had found. She tried the dress I had chosen on and LOVED, LOVED, LOVED it. But, she also really liked a lavendar dress she had found too. She did look beautiful in both and she kept going back and forth between the two dresses. Finally, three other customers came over to offer their opinions. They all liked the dress I picked better and felt the lavendar washed her out. The dress I picked out is called chocolate, but well it’s hard to describe. When we take pictures of her on the night of her dance, I’ll post them. The dress looks classy, not all frou-frou, and the bonus is that there probably won’t be anyone else wearing it.
The daughter’s big fears are getting a sunburn, and/or at least covering her farmer’s tan. So, I promised her we’d get tan in a can stuff and start spraying the week before the dance.
Goodness, I’ve blathered on and on. scout, you know what, I’m just not going to go there. I was going to get all juvenile and stuff, but now I’m not. I’m sure someone will beat me to it anyway. 
Finally, I’m sending my very bestest good vibes to Vunderbob, aka Bobbio , for a speedy recovery and no complications from his surgery.
I’m glad I can amuse. My work here today is done.
The Little Woman and I used to dress the dogs up every year for Christmas cards. She’d sew them little outfits and I’d work up a backdrop. We’d take pictures and put them (the pictures) on our Christmas cards. It was way cool. The dogs really loved it too because we got them to pose by bribing them silly with dog biscuits. They were pretty much so stuffed they didn’t want to move much.
Then we had kids and we haven’t had the time to do that since.
I do not dress my dog up. The most dressed up he’s been is when the kids have occasionally tied a bandana around his neck. Even then, the dog will eventually pull it off.
The dog is black and has a blue collar with a matching leash. That’s as dressed as he’ll ever become.
My friend, however, has different collars for every holiday and every season for her dog. She even has little costumes for Halloween and Christmas. I tease my friend unmercifully about this. One of those costumes includes a tutu. Lord help that poor dog.
My youngest sister has a greyhound that got a gig doin’ nuthin’ - well, except for the part where he tries to take over the bed every night. He’s spoiled rotten, and he’s a big baby, but he doesn’t much like men till he gets to know them - we’re pretty sure he was abused by men. My sis is unmarried and childless, so Max gets all duded up for Halloween. Every year, the greyhound rescue group in Baltimore has a parade and costume contest for the dogs. Max has won lots of ribbons. Last year, he was a bunny. Hah - greyhound dressed like his arch enemy - it’s funny! He won first prize.
I can’t agree with the 2-syllables-ending-in-“ee” for dog names. We’ve had Herschel (she was a black great Dane), Freeway (he was the bestest terrier mix in the whole world), Pixel (she was a Dalmatian - duh!) and Bernie - but that doesn’t count because her name is Bernadette and that’s a stupid name for a dog. But we adopted her and she came with the name so we shortened it to Bernie. My mom once had a brother-and-sister pair of German shepherds - Samson and Delilah - we called them Sam and Dee. My MIL has a Cairn - her name is Abigail, but she’s called Abby - I guess that complies with the rule.
When I let Bernie out this morning for her business, she started barking - not a good thing at 5AM, so I headed out to where she was - barking at a possum. The possum was hissing. It looked like a giant, many-toothed, hissing rat. I grabbed Bernie’s collar and was taking her back to the house, when she got out of her collar and ran back to the possum. So I put the collar back on her, then holding both collar and scruff of the neck, led her back to the house. After I showered and dressed (no, I wasn’t nekkid when I took her out - I was robed) I took her out again, on the leash. Stoopit dog. Stoopit possum-rat!
Remember last week when I was complaining about my heater coming on? Well, now the AC is on. It’s hot and muggy. Summer done snuck in on us. Stoopit weather.
That’s all I got. Time to do some chores. Stoopit chores. :mad:
Y’all remember how about three weeks back I went to Seattle and met Taters and Bumba and a whole bunch of other dopers? You do? Good! Of course that was the real reason I went, but there was another reason, which was work. Well, I got an email from HQ (the big Kahunas) today. They forwarded some email comments from one of the places I was working with that week and it was all good! They talked all nice about me and stuff. Even said that the way I told em about the stuff they needed to fix was nice. Made me feel real good.
Tuppy the reason I’d have outfits for Rhinie to wear is so that he would be covered up so he wouldn’t get sunburned. I’d save a lot on sunscreen that way.
FCM you shoulda caught the possum and penned him up. Feed him on cornbread and milk for a couple of weeks to fatten him up and clean him out and you could have a real special Sunday supper.
Is that because you’re dressing the kids up in weird outfits for your Christmas photos? If you do, just remember not to feed the kids dog biscuits. They might prefer oreos or fig newtons.
Any conversation about dressing up your pets is not complete without a link to these well-dressed kitties. The frog is my favorite!
Well, ya know, I’m not near as s’uth’n as y’all, but I could catch him and send him your way. I’m sure he’d be a hit at the next Swamp-B-Q!
Yay! My Major Report is done! Well, it’s not done, but my part is done and now it’s someone else’s responsibility. And all the Powers That Be seem pleased with the results.
I don’t dress my kitties up. I tried to put a harness on Lily once, but that didn’t go so well so I’ve learned to let them be. Their names are Teddy and Lily, which conform to the aforementioned naming rule for dogs, but they came with the names from the shelter so I can’t take credit.
I’m going home to celebrate finishing my report! Woo!
Justl letting my MMP buds know I made it to the other sideof surgery. I guess I was a handful, 'cuz it took 3 hours, not 1.5 like scheduled. Something about my excellent abdominal muscle tone being part of the problem, but I don’t know the full story yet.
This webtv clone is a PITA, so posts will be rare until I get home.
Yay! I’m so glad you got in here to post. I was wondering how things went for you. Now I can rest easier.
I must go make dinner now.
Dang, Bob, you are a true MMPer! Rue will prolly send you a special certificate of achievement or sumpin’… 
YAY Bobbio made it through the surgery! Relax. Demand drugs. Post when possible. But mostly, relax and heal up real good. And I am impressed with the fact that you posted already even. That’s the true MMP spirit right there!
Well, fine then. Just don’t come in here complaining about not knowing what to make for supper. That’s just a possum gone to waste. Course, they are supposed to be more of a cold weather dish but possum and sweet taters could be good anytime I suppose. Kinda like having turkey and dressing (or stuffing) in the middle of Summer. It don’t seem right but it’s good.