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The Jowels of Discontent
June 11, 2010 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
There are times I wonder about Bo.
I mean really, really wonder about him.
He’s a pug. Pugs always look… sad.
Depressed.
Malcontent.
Discontent.
What’s the difference between malcontent and discontent? I looked them up. I feel like I’m getting tricked in thinking there’s a difference.
Either that, or I can’t read.
Even running is a chore.
I’m not sure you want to call this running, now that I look at it.
Trotting? Walk-running? High stepping?
Uh oh. I think he heard me.
D’oh!
No Country For Old Dogs
April 16, 2010 by NaysWay · 2 Comments
We interrupt the long, more-than-drawn-out chain of stories relating to the recent impromptu Niagara Falls trip, for the following pug break…
Bo is about to go to sleep.
Call me psychic. How else would I know this?
You see, pugs are predictably lazy dogs. It’s in their nature to sleep 99.957% of the time. They are prone to joint problems, and tend to be overweight.
I couldn’t imagine why.
Bo doesn’t like to disappoint. If he’s going to be labeled a lazy dog then, dangit, he’s gonna be a lazy dog. And he’s very theatrical about his sleep preparations. Case in point:
Oh my goodness…
Oh… well… there he goes…
Are you good, sir? Did you get it all out your system?
I’m going to take that as a yes?
He Hate Me
March 18, 2010 by NaysWay · 4 Comments
Years ago, Spike Lee had a movie called She Hate Me. I figured he was on to something because I hated him just for the sheer misuse of the Kings English.
I vowed never to watch another movie which so unjustly butchered a title to make a point. And I didn’t. But then, over the weekend, I went shopping for a few ends and outs at my favorite high-end luxury store, Tarzhay, and picked up something that made me use Spike’s title in such an appropriate circumstance, I shamed myself.
Oh, Bo. I really shouldn’t do him as wrong as I do.
I love him. He loves me. I let him sneeze in my face. He lets me clip his claws and clean out the wrinkles in his face.
Our love is obscene.
He was my North, my South, my East, and West…
…My working week and my Sunday rest…
But sometimes? Oh, sometimes. I do things to King Bo Boceephis The Third…
…where hating me probably wouldn’t do the situation enough justice.
I’ve traumatized my son.
Please send help.
Then & Now
March 5, 2010 by NaysWay · 4 Comments
When Bo was a little bitty baby child, I loved him.
I thought there was nothing better in the world than a Bo.
Who else could get away with being so completely serene… and downright lazy?
Who else could make me believe ugly things were cute?
Who else could resemble the jowls of Walter Cronkite?
Everyone needs a Bo in their life.
Who ‘Dat?
February 10, 2010 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Bo wants to let the New Orleans Saints know he originally coined the term “Who ‘dat?”. He is currently suing for punitive damages.
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