Three Stooges

Three Stooges

Yeah, the Three Stooges, or maybe “Hot Tub Dog Machine” or “Hot Dog Time Machine.” Got a movie title for this picture of three dogs, none of whom can stand water?

Christmas Dogs

dog skull

dog skull with mastodon bone in mouth

Here’s some possible evidence that dogs were domesticated more than 30,000 years ago, which is about 15,000 years earlier than previously thought. This dog skull was discovered in the Czech Republic by Archeologist by Mietje Germonpré, of Belgium’s Museum of Natural History and is considered by Archeology magazine to be one of the Top 10 Discoveries of 2011. For me the best part is that the dog was buried with a mastodon bone in its mouth. Have to wonder if it was a final treat or a spoil of battle. (via Boing Boing)

Happy Thanksgiving

Gerret and the hot tub

The Gerret, ever vigilant

Messed up my back last week so I was up early this Thanksgiving doing a soak in the hot tub. Thankfully Gerret was there to make sure nothing bad happened.

Art for Conservation

Gerret in front of Miro

Autumn, Gerret, Miro

Here’s a cool thing. It’s a web site called Art for Conservation where you can order archival quality prints of work by artists like, well, myself. What’s cool about it is that a portion of every sale goes to support conservation causes. (Note I said “conservation causes” not “conservative causes.” I realize there was a time when conservatives wanted to conserve things, but that’s not now. I could say more but it would ruin the moment.)

The Art for Conservation site let’s you choose a size and paper quality so your order can match your budget and the space on your wall. You can even order large stretched canvases. And not only will you help support conservation causes, but you’ll help to feed Gerret, Maggie and Irene. So this holiday season, buy American art. It’s the progressive thing to do.

Dog years


The biggest problem with dogs is that they live in a parallel time/space continuum. They take a lifetime relationship and condense it into eight-, or ten- or twelve-years or so. As a result, you find your emotional relationship with your dog concentrated, and, eventually and inevitably, your emotional loss magnified.

It’s painful but it’s a good thing. Or it’s a good thing but it’s painful.

Sorry, but I have to think about losing a dog in these rather analytical terms because it’s hard for me to get more personal than that when I’m not wearing sunglasses.

I had two friends lose their dogs yesterday. Above is Cheyenne. My sister’s dog. Cheyenne was 16. Below is Honey, our friends Cheryl and Richard’s dog. Honey was 13. I’m thinking my sister and my friends have been very lucky.


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