The beagle that lives on my corner is always in the front yard and is kind of an alarmist. He barks at cars, bicycles, foot traffic, the mailman, cats and of course other dogs being walked. Whenever I walked Pepperoni past him when we first moved in, he would face down the beagle predictably, growling, barking back, getting his hackles up and ( Read more... )

1) Oscar Mayer Wienermobile parked on Spain and Dauphine ALL WEEK except when I drove buy on purpose with a camera.

2) Champagne-colored Lincoln Town Car full of old people in front of me on Canal St. & N. Peters, vanity plate: WEEZY.

Pauline and Burgundy St.: Large black dog, pointy ears guarding Bywater Art Lofts. Named "Jack ( Read more... )

We have a tiny postage-stamp yard in the new house that is part not ours (double shotgun), so Pepperoni the-smartest-dog-in-the-world is back on a schedule of walks. (In the old house he had full, all-day run of a giant yard in which he was the only animal ( Read more... )

Which Halloween costume looks better on the dog?


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I underuse this blog horribly and mostly use it to be nosy, but this is what I did on my summer evacucation (copied from the email I sent to the family, so it's breezy and brief... but here includes special bonus picture of the dog in his evacuation spot, wearing a sweatshirt like I like him to do ( Read more... )

Woody Allen is suing American Apparel. I love Woody Allen, because everything he says is brilliant. I love American Apparel, because all their clothes feel like pajamas yet make me look dressed ( Read more... )

The only argument for iPods over CDs and records that I fully get behind is being able to find everything immediately.

A fast-food restaurant that only serves fast-food breakfast, twenty-four hours a day. Awesome.

I opened a Philip Roth novel (The Professor of Desire, extra creepy) and a note fell out of it. The note was written on sky-blue stationery with teddy bears on it and was a thank-you to an uncle for a First Communion gift.

Ewww.