Lambiedog

Alien visitation

We were all minding our own business when the UFO appeared.

  It swooped toward me as I was pooping, then backed off.  Apparently it wanted to avoid conflict.

Fine with me.

 

Live and let live, I say.

New and improved 2011 model -- 30% longer!

    Here's a photo of me beta-testing a stretch version of myself.  Features include a longer trunk, two added paws, and a bit of mid-region fluff on top.

Gothic tale

It was late in a hitherto uneventful afternoon.

   A shrill sound split the air at a pitch audible only to dogs and to humans age 24 and younger.

    
   Suddenly, computer and TV monitors were swarmed by images of scary men in threatening poses.

 

The world placed its hopes in the only individual who could combat evil of this magnitude.

Wearing his lucky ID tag, he set out to vanquish the enemies unknown. 

Squirrel developments

  Lots of promising developments in the squirrel department.

I have been spending increasing amounts of time gazing into their lairs, trying to get inside their heads as any good tracker would do.

The work demands close attention.

    

Perhaps unsurprisingly, my subjects have not been supportive of my research efforts. 

But that does not dishearten me.  I'm confident that if I keep my nose to the ground I will turn up more information.

 

The best scientists have taken years to realize their life's work.  Think of Charles Darwin. 

Naturalist theory

Maybe the squirrels are hibernating.

Problem with this theory:  Animals hibernate to get through a long cold winter, not a temperate California summer.

Conspiracy theory

Looking back at my entries here, I realize that the squirrels' retrenchment began not long after the incident of the dead squirrel.  

Maybe someone has been poisoning the squirrels.  That would explain the dead guy I saw.

Problem with this theory:  Shouldn't there then be additional corpses on the bluff or the hillside? Even if they died in their squirrel-tunnels, you'd think there would be an accompanying odor, not to mention more dazed bereavement on the visages of the few squirrels remaining on the hillside.  

After the seizure

 

I had a seizure last night.

 

This is a photo of me recovering, in the post-ictal phase.

 

It occurs to me that I could be a poster dog for a lot of different problems:  Abuse, Abandonment, Epilepsy, and now Obesity.

Heroes, the canine version

Sometimes I dream about what might have been.

What if I had been a mutant dog born with opposable thumbs?

It would present amazing opportunities, but also...a choice of whether to use my abilities for good or evil.

I could get up early to grind the coffee beans and prepare coffee for my family.  Or I could get up early to do some cat burgling, using those opposable thumbs to break into local residences.

I like to think that I would use my abilities for good.

But ultimately, one never knows until he is tested.