Let's talk about Immortality...

Relax, this is not a discussion of how people achieve immortality from the biblical sense - I'm talking about how we are remembered here on earth after we are gone. I caught the big idiot owner looking at some of the old photos of his grandfather - who passed on some 25 years ago. The photos were from when he was in his twenties - back in the 1920's. This got me wondering - this man lived  a pretty long life but what is around today that proves he was here? A few children, grandchildren, some old pictures, and a gravestone - not much for eighty-some years of life. The bulk of his possessions were scattered to the world after his passing - some to relatives and friends - some to the landfill. If you asked around the town - where he spent his eighty some years - if anyone remembered him you might find and old timer or two who might. Otherwise his entire existence is just about lost to the world. Another twenty years should just about do it.

Some people care about these things - others not so much, and still others have never even thought about it for one reason or another. Since I am close to eleven or 77 in dog years - I'm just beginning to wonder about how the world  will remember me? First of all, I have no offspring because the doofus and family decided to give me the Bob Barker treatment so my family lineage stops here. Thankfully there are a few pictures of me out there but I don't think they will have quite the longevity of the old grandfather's pictures. Let's face it  - why would my idiot's grandchildren care about a dog that died twenty years before they were born? No, I'm resigned to the fate of slipping into oblivion - where the world will never even know that I existed. The one wild card is this blog and how long it may last out there in cyberspace. The internet is still too new to tell but I guess it may be catalogued somewhere out there and stumbled upon now and again but I won't be around to find out. 

I guess I could take my remaining days and try to do something great to put myself in the history books? But then again I don't really have the desire  - too much work. I guess I'll just spend the rest of my days rolling in the sun enjoying myself. Remember what Ferris said, "Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." So enjoy this while you can and to hell with being remembered! Viva oblivion!

So it's Tuesday and the holiday is over... so what!

I refuse to be bullied today. I tell you - it's the same thing every time after every holiday. "Ok, it's back to work people - let's go  - you should all be rested!" Well I'm not rested - not even close. I've been playing the past few days and enjoying my extended weekend - I'm not in the mood to make up for the holiday by combining that day's missed work into today or any of the rest of the week for that matter. What's the use of having the holiday if I'm going to made sorry that I had off in the first place? No, I'm sorry boss  but you are the one who needs to adjust YOUR thinking. Even in our tight economy  - working your employees to death because you feel you have the advantage is bad form. And my owner can shove it if he feels I need to do double security patrols today! I'm going to go and read  the paper,  enjoy my coffee, and ease my way into the day. Have a great day folks!

Just phoning it in...

Ah yes, the Friday before a holiday. Is it really that important to show up on a Friday before a holiday? What is really going on anyway? Nothing - is the answer - absolutely - unequivocally nada, zip, zero, nilch. Ironically, the hardest work is actually coming from people trying to give the impression that they are indeed working. It would be better for them just to do their regular work load rather than subject themselves to the stress of their slothful ways  but that is the nature of humanity. As for us in the animal kingdom - we just do what we do. I see a lousy squirrel and I chase the damn thing no matter who is watching. That's how we roll. Have a great day - and get something done damn it!

Let's talk about beer...

Considering myself one of the great booze hounds of the world - I offer my loving ode to iced cold beer. One of my particular favorites is from the New Belgium Brewery in Fort Collins, Colorado called Fat Tire Amber Ale. The brewery's owner developed this Belgian style beer during his bike trip around Europe as he investigated the beer making process. This trip produced the name of what would become the flagship beer of the brewery - Fat Tire. Thank God for that odyssey because the resulting beer is absolutely astounding. Rich in both color and taste, once consumed - one will never look at the lighter American pilsners in the same way again - and I love pilsners. I learned of Fat Tire from my big idiot owner a few years ago when he brought a six pack home for his own personal enjoyment. It was probably one of the best things the Neandertal has ever done. I write this tonight from the back patio lounge - tipping back a few Fat Tires and listening to old Bon Jovi cds. Why? Because I can - that's why! Besides -it makes me happy so back off. 

So what kinds of beer do you guys live for and what is your preferred way of enjoying it?

I've been thinking...

So how many of you out there are doing what you wanted or dreamed of doing? I never thought that security was the best option for me but being that I'm a dog- my options were limited. I've stated before that I would love to be a travel writer - crossing the globe, trying new foods and meeting new people. Unfortunately - that dream doesn't appear very likely since I'm pushing eleven and life is kind of winding down. I guess I shouldn't complain - it could have been worse. I could have been an anal thermometer cleaner - no offense to you anal thermometer cleaners out there. I know the big doofus isn't exactly where he wanted to be at this time in his life. Not sure what he wanted but he does have the physique of an Elvis impersonator.  Have a great night folks!

Stuck inside...

Can't believe I'm stuck inside the house with the big idiot, the abominable puppy, and the rest of the bunch! Why? Because somewhere along the way the sun decided to position itself about ten feet away from Burbank and some nut jobs decided it would be a great idea to set the hills ablaze. Now all those poor people up in hills are worrying about their homes and everyone else in the area are choking from the heat and ash in the air. This leaves our household cooped up as well in Casa de fool looking at each other. If I hear another person ask if anyone wants to play checkers - I'm going to drop a deuce on the floor just to break up the monotony. I tell you - I'm completely disgusted and plan to go out in the back yard - damn the air quality - and lie in my dog hole for the rest of the night!

HA!

It's magical stuff seeing the big idiot suffer the consequences of his new little abomination. He asked for it - he got it and I'm loving it! I get to see that little scowl come across his face whenever the little guy poops on the floor , or better yet, grabs the moron by the toe with razor sharp puppy teeth. I'm sure the owner must really be  appreciating me right around now. I especially love it when the pup makes a jail break when someone opens the front door - causing absolute pandemonium to break out as all the family members drop what they're doing to run after him. He then runs a serpentine course around the front yard in order to avoid all the pursuers - it's gold I tell ya - pure gold!

Ok, I'm going out back to bask in the glory of the pleasant outdoors knowing that somewhere inside the little guy is probably chewing on the door casing or baseboard molding. Once the big goofball sees that - surely that little twitch we all love so much will return to his eye  once again. You just have to love people who live to punish themselves... absolute pure gold!