Friday Funny: Don’t Mess With the Old Dogs

22 07 2011

Today’s Friday Funny comes in the form of a little story, sent to me by my madre.  It’s one of those silly email forwards but I thought you all might get a kick out of it.

One day an old German Shepherd starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he’s lost.  Wandering about, he notices a panther heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.

The old German Shepherd thinks, “Uh, oh! I’m in deep doo-doo now!”

Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat.  Just as the panther is about to leap, the old German Shepherd exclaims loudly, “Boy, that was one delicious panther! I wonder if there are any more around here?”
Hearing this, the young panther halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees.  “Whew!” says the panther, “That was close! That old German Shepherd nearly had me!”

Meanwhile, a squirrel who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the panther.  The squirrel soon catches up with the panther, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the panther.

The young panther is furious at being made a fool of and says, “Here, squirrel, hop on my back and see what’s going to happen to that conniving canine!”

Now, the old German Shepherd sees the panther coming with the squirrel on his back and thinks, “What am I going to do now?”  But instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn’t seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old German Shepherd says, “Where’s that squirrel? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another panther!”

Moral of this story…Don’t mess with the old dogs.  Age and skill will always overcome youth and treachery!  BS and brilliance only come with age and experience.


Spotted: Urban Grace Interiors’ NYC Trip

5 07 2011

I recently spotted an adorable Boston Terrier on Urban Grace Interiors, a wonderful blog written by interior designer/stylish momma/Terrier enthusiast, Erika.  Erika owns and operates (with the help of some other super chic gals) an interior design business, also called Urban Grace Interiors.  On a recent trip to New York City (does it make me sound sooooo not New York that I said “New York City” instead of just “New York”?) Erika was shopping for furniture, accessories, fabric, and so forth and happened by this terribly adorable Boston Terrier in a shop window.  She writes, “There is no way I could pass by this face and not go in for a little pup kiss.  You know I love a b&w terrier.”

Picture via Urban Grace Interiors (click through for source)

You see, Erika owns what she affectionately refers to as “Terrihuahuas,” Jack Russell Terrier/Chihuahua mixes named Paisley and Penelope.  They are – yep, you guessed it – black and white, hence her proclamation of love for our New York Boston friend (are you confused yet?).  Here’s one of Erika’s Terrihuahuas (apologies because I’m not sure whether this is Paisley or Penelope) howling about something.

Picture via Urban Grace Interiors (click through for source)

Go check out the Urban Grace Interiors blog for more Terrihuahua sightings (fingers crossed for more Boston Terriers too), cute photos of Erika’s toddler daughter, and wonderful design inspiration.  Then come back here and tell me what made-up dog breed name you’ve come up with like Erika did.  I just thought of” Greyador” for my Greyhound/black Labrador mix, Shandy, whom we had when I was a kid.  Or “Labrahound.”  Or “Greyblack.”  Or “Jumparun” (she was a peek over the fence, high-jumping kind of gal and could also run like the wind).  You don’t have to own a mixed breed dog to participate.  It doesn’t even have to be a cross between real dog breeds.  The sky is the limit, use your imagination, just share in the fun.

Happy Independence Day!

4 07 2011

Happy Independence Day!  I hope you’re celebrating your freedom, eating lots of grilled meat, not letting any British people push you around, and relishing the fact that you have opposable thumbs (you could also relish your hot dog…mmmm, hot dog).


Proud to be an American (sung to the tune of the Lee Greenwood song, “God Bless the USA”),