Tuesday, July 19, 2011

It's a Dog's Life


Eat, sleep, lick self, poop, bark, repeat.
Work like a dog, indeed.

29 comments:

  1. Q: Why do they lick themselves?
    A: Because they can.

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  2. I am now a dog owner. We have had Melody the German Shepherd for 6 days now.

    She has worse gas than I do...

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  3. The other day I saw a dog lying on it's back on a concrete driveway, fast asleep, tongue hanging out. He didn't have a care in the world. All I could think was, "You lucky bastard!"

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  4. Pretty much sums it up! The simple life haha.

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  5. I got all that down but the licking and the working stuff. Truly am a dog and sometimes real bitch of one. LOL

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  6. That would be such a nice life. Minus the licking my ass part. But, if I were a dog would I care?

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  7. If only life were so easy.

    Thanks for the scoop on the reference. Ironic that Sheen was the recipient of that comment. He need not worry whether or not there's a heaven.
    xoRobyn

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  8. I thought all men were dogs, anyway.

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  9. @Ken: Would that I was so limber
    @OT: Especially....how can they do THAT!?
    @Lost: The dog is ALWAYS a convenient place to put blame for "air biscuits." By the way, I can't access your blog which explains my lack of comments.
    @Vinny: You got that right.
    @Sub: And he can crap outside.
    @Bluezy: I sometimes wish I were he.
    @Ruth: It ain't his ass. It's his non-existent little guys (his doggy brain doesn't seem to have registered that he's a canine eunuch).
    @Robyn: On the other hand, he DOES have to sniff butts to say hello. That's a part of the doggy world I do not wish to share. Methinks Charlie will end up spending eternity looking up.

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  10. @Eva: Sorry to say...woof.
    @Marina: Plus he never has to work for his food. 'Course, he has to eat kibble from a metal bowl.

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  11. Ah, cats lick ass and dogs lick balls. Gotcha!

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  12. We had a collie that my husband adored. He was his dog. I used to tell him he loved that dog more than me (kidding of course). He slept on a bed, ate table scraps, got pampered every 6 weeks, went in a/c vehicles. What more can a dog want? Except he had no balls. We cut 'em off.

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  13. @Ruth: Sounds like a great bumper sticker.
    @Barb: I'm not sure that's an equitable trade-off. When you say he "went" in a/c vehicles, didn't he go outside?

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  14. Oh and, by the way, no need for a "Saccharometer" for my dog.

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  15. This reminds me of something I saw elsewhere...why do people say "I slept like a baby", so you shat in your pants and woke up crying every three hours then.

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  16. Haha ncie! Hit me back, alphabetalife.blogspot.com

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  17. I think somewhere along the line that phrase got a bit mixed up. Work like a dog should really imply you are one lazy son of a btch, lol. I've know a few guys who eat, sleep, lick self, poop, bark, repeat.

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  18. Yes, you forgot fart. My two sled dogs fart well and often.

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  19. My dog likes to mix things up by humping his blanket and occasionally yaking on the carpet.

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  20. @dirtycowgirl: Then I guess I slept like a baby after a port visit to Naples. I even woke up in a pillowcase. Another story for another day.
    @Jessica; Thanks and I enjoyed inspirational post!
    @Clipped: I wouldn't say I tried all of that. But, I won't say I didn't try all of that, either. Bottom line: I'm no gymnast.
    @Nancy: If I was a dog, I'd fart and bark at the husband.
    @Kara: Nothing wrong with a little blanket humping. It's just when you have to buy it flowers and call it in the morning.

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  21. Short of "lick self" I'm pretty much doggin it!

    Shouldn't the saying be "it's a cat's life" - try calling a cat to "come" - yah, like "go lick yourself" is the cat's response.

    Yup...next life...a bad-ass mother of a cat!

    As always...great post!

    Cheers, Jenny

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  22. Aaaw ... as it should be :o)

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  23. @Jenny: Nope, can't say that to my dog. If I yell, "Come" he starts humping my leg.
    @Steven: Ain't that the truth? As I type this, he's sprawled out at my feet, oblivious to the world. I'd kick him in the balls, but that ship sailed seven years ago. Instead, I just won't wake him up when he has his little doggie nightmares.
    @Deborah: On the other hand, you have a point, too.

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  24. I wish I could work like a dog! I tell Bailey all the time what a lucky girl she is in so many ways, especially when she gets to go back to bed as I head out the door every morning.

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  25. Al, Jenny has been saying good things about you so I decided to join you on your quest for, whatever the hell it is that you are questing.

    As far as dog's, I miss that feeling that I got when, after a long, hard day at work, I would go home and be met at the door by my old buddy. He would barely let me in the door before he started up on my leg. Good old bi-dog.

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