Comments on: Giving Away A Book A Day (Thursday)

By: Molly W.

Molly W. — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 18:48:19 +0000

Wow, Number 7, your dog really is the Cutest Dog Ever. I am a cuteologist and have studied precious pups for a living over the past 4 years, and I’m serious when I say I’ve never seen a cuter/prettier dog. You are lucky!

I’ve never had a dog, but my sister’s dog Baxter is pretty amazing. His father, a Beagle named Stumpy, had three legs from birth and somehow managed to stoop down low enough to get with Baxter’s dachshund mom. When I was 12 and he was a puppy he fit into one of my hands. He has survived eating an entire cookie sheet full of (shellacked) christmas “cookie” ornaments, as well as drinking a hell of a lot of treated Christmas tree water. He has fluctuated between sturdy and festively plump, and now 14 years later is as grumpycute as ever. His feet smell like Fritos. Long live Baxter!

Oh yeah, and he’s never once barked. Not once.

By: Sara Boilen

Sara Boilen — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 15:11:49 +0000

So, it’s not the fact that my dog was rescued (aka stolen) from an Indian Reservation in NW Montana. It’s not the fact that he has an odor that turns heads and reminds those kind folks who petted him eight blocks ago of his joyous smell. It’s not that he knows how to bow (big stretch), tell the world (bark), or pull me around on my skis as we trek through the snow to get to the post office or coffee shop. He’s incredible because he’s attempted to kill more animals in more states than any other dog I know. There were the six cows in NY that he bloodied, though he did not kill. There were the seventeen chickens in Montana that he helped four other dogs massacre. There was Ms. Baker – my friend’s pet pigeon who was luckily rushed to the ER and saved. There was the badger in Idaho (neither died, but it was close). There was the duck in California who was the pet of a friend’s friend’s landlord’s daughter (that was fun to explain). There was the tree rat (aka squirrel) in Montana that he got in one bite. The list goes on. He’s a fabulous hunter… he has embodied the bridge between the hunter-aggression of a wild dog and the cute, fuzzy, command-abiding endearing qualities of a great house-pet. He is a reminder that evolution is still going on. He’s amazing. It has nothing to do with my love – but more to do with the lessons learned from a killer.

By: Dani

Dani — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 21:26:15 +0000

A few comments:

Fist:#7 your dog really is darn cute!
Second:#10 Schnoodles rule!
Third: #19 BB sounds like a wonderful dog.

Third, all dogs are the best dogs! My dogs are the best dogs in my world, because they are my dogs. Oliver a mini-schnoodle (that hangs out with a pack of six dog friends all 50lbs or over), Arrow the lab mix (who has unending optimism that you will throw his ball it he picks it up and drops it in your lap enough times), and Poa the shepherd mix (who is a scrapper, but also the sweetest and most loyal dog you will meet). They are always happy to see us, they always forgive us for snapping at them when we have had a long day, always there for hugs and kisses after a bad day, and wonderful hiking partners. Even when all three of them are at the beach rolling in dead sea jelly guts, I STILL love them!

By: LorinJuliet

LorinJuliet — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 14:21:39 +0000

My dogs, Kleo and Kaiser, are every bit as unremarkable as the bulk of humanity’s annals of fame. If so many very average people make names for themselves, why not two mediumish, cute dogs?
If you must have an actual reason, the scents Kleo brings to the house could possibly provide the basis for dangerous biologial and chemical warfare.
Additionally, these twin puppies are rather cute.

By: ekf

ekf — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 13:11:44 +0000

My since deceased chihuahua Lena would come to my grandmas nursing home for those with alzhiemers…Lena would sit on the lap of every last resident giving kisses and smiles…and I would repeat over and over that her name was Lena, and then listen to the residents tell their stories over and over of their favorite pets. :) we both ate it up.

By: Cass

Cass — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 04:31:52 +0000

My two dachshunds, Denver and Rockie, are the best at keeping me entertained. When we go fishing, they bark at the fish and do a little dance to mesmorize the fish. Also, they do a lovely duet together when I offer them a treat. They get into this howling/barking/singing craze that is just melodic! Without them, I could be bored and end up creating the next black hole that would suck society into nothing… that would really be boring. Thanks Denver and Rockie for saving us all!

By: Colin

Colin — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 01:22:12 +0000

Where to begin….

MY DOG IS AN EVIL GENIUS!!

Aside from the fact that he does things on a daily basis just to spit me, he has mastered opening the frig. He has a ravenous hunger, which he seems to focus on two food groups, dairy and bread. Image the messes I have seen!!
I have tried everything to break him of this terrible habit, but nothing seems to work. I am not sure of his McGyver like methods, but no frig type seems to be an obstacle.

He started out on several of my roommates mini-frigs, while I lived in a fraternity house. He then moved onto bigger game. One day I found Loudog near death on the chapter room couch. I could not figure out what happened. I took a stroll around the house to check everything and realized that he had opened the basement refrigerator and eaten a half pound of raw bacon. That evening was an unpleasant affair.

It was after this incident that he showed a BRIEF faze of moderation. While he would still steal everything in site, he actually began to store food like a squirrel saving for the coming winter. I would often find bagels stuffed into the couch cushions or under the mat on his bed.

After I graduated I decided that a fresh start was in order. I put Lou on a diet and started to run him more. He lost weight but the hunger still raged in him. He began again opening the refrigerator. I began wrapping his leash around the handle and clipping it to the rear of the refrigerator. This worked for a short period of time, but then the fateful day came that he outsmarted me….

He worked the latched side down the back of the frig until it was parallel with the handle. This provided just enough slack in the leash to allow him enough room to cram himself into the refrigerator. His next decision was either made in triumph or spite I am not sure which. He pulled everything out that he could reach. Coffee, Mustard, eggs, mayo, cream, everything was fair game. The subsequent mess was awe inspiring.

My dog is the biggest pain I have ever dealt with, but the joy he brings is worth the suffering.

By: Heather A

Heather A — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 23:42:41 +0000

My dog may not have saved lives, but he is an artist. This little Rat Terrier has been making poo art in my bathtub since he was a baby. Disgusting? Yes. He tends to incorporate other things like toilet paper and urine. Also, he is an escape artist. When I am gone, I leave him in the bathroom (room to play, can’t destroy anything) and he has started getting out, even without poseable thumbs. And he’s litterbox trained! sort of.

By: TIM

TIM — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 21:30:48 +0000

WHILE IT DIDN’T CHANGE HISTORY, MY GOLDEN RETRIEVER HAS THE HONOR OF THE LARGEST INTESTINES FOR THE BREED. AFTER SWALLOWING MY WIFE’S DIAMOND HOOP EARRING (1.5 IN DIA)’ SHE FOLLOWED HIM AROUND UNTIL HE SUCCESSFULLY PASSED THE ITEM, THEN BOILED IT. STILL WEARS IT TO THIS DAY.

By: karissa

karissa — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 21:04:34 +0000

My six year old Golden Retriever, who is also a rescue and had 9 other families. There are probably reasons they returned her, like she’s really afraid of storms, attacks other dogs, and well, rolls in her own poo sometimes. BUT…I have had her almost 2 1/2 years and I just put up with all the bad b/c she is a sweet girl that was just misunderstood at some point .