We have a new puppy! Already I love him to bursting and can’t imagine my life without him. Meet Rooster:

We got him from a rescue shelter a week ago Saturday. The people who had him before were bad, bad people who should have sharpened toothpicks inserted under their fingernails and then lit on fire. The toothpicks, not the people. Although I probably wouldn’t complain if they were set on fire as well. I don’t like puppy abusers. Not one little bit.
He’s the sweetest thing! So curious and energetic.

He chews on EVERYTHINGGGGG though. I have to do a sweep of the house every morning before leaving for work because if I don’t I’ll come home to a house that’s been ravaged in a fit of puppy rebellion.

He grabs my slippers off my feet to ferry them away and chewchewchew. He tries to get my sweater off my body by chewing at the sleeves until, he hopes, I slip right out of it and then he came nom nom nom his way to victory. I try to take pictures and there’s this:

But he’s a smart boy and he’s learning quickly. Usually a few words will get him back on track and if he doesn’t let go he’ll at least look at you with those puppy eyes and PRETEND to think about it.

He also falls asleep in the weirdest positions. He likes to sleep all jumbled up and, preferably, leaning on someone.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re sitting here. *I* want to sleep here. I’ll just scoot in behind you.”
What amazes me is that he can actually sleep like that. But he does. For looooooong periods of time. He also falls asleep right in the middle of stuff….stuff like, licking himself. : /

But he’s adorable and has that new puppy smell and we’re so glad he’s here! Even Poe…sorta. He’s pretty much just tolerating him at this point. I get the sense that’s he’s perpetually thinking, “You’re no Rufus, bub. Don’t get too cozy.” –but he’s at least tolerating him and all his puppy frenetic energy — for now.

Puppy breath and wild, reckless energy. That’s what we signed up for. And we couldn’t be happier.
Would you just LOOK at him? Who couldn’t love a face like that?


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Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
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But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
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I love all of those pictures. He’s a poser. How did you get him and Poe together like that?
He reminds me of Deputy Dawg.
God I love that dog like he loves chewin things.