That quote seems lame until you hear it sung while watching dogs sniff each other’s butts. Then it’s fantastic.
There was a recently of strangers kissing for the first time, which was full of hipsters and turned out to be an ad for pants or something. I watched half of it but as free-wheelin’ as I am on social issues, it still grossed me out because who sticks their tongue in a total stranger’s mouth? That is foul. Also it was cloying and I felt like some sort of political message was being peddled (OF COURSE), and seriously, enough with the hipsters, man. Dang.
But the video did a great thing and that thing is it inspired many parody videos, of which I have just discovered this gem thanks to my friend .
The scruffy little terrier is a wonder and a delight, and needs to come live with us right now.
Speaking of scruffy terriers, here’s another one I put on thanks to the lovely Evelyn F., but if you are anti-Facebook then I’d hate for you to miss out on this one, made by the same people who made the most perfect thing that ever happened on the internet (the “talking” dog who really wanted bacon real real bad).
That’s what Firefly does after a bath. It’s cute but also disturbing. I mean, she will wade through mud and foul river water with glee, but you put some warm soapy nonsense on her and it is GAME ON with the psychotic episode. She’s great during the bath/shower itself but after, my god. She could plow a field with the energy she puts into freaking entirely out.
Truer words were never spoken. Enough, already.
Ah yes, psychotic soggy Schnauzer syndrome. Followed by reproachful looks. “Do you have any idea how much work it is building up a delightful stink like that? This shampoo smell is not going to do my street cred any good.”
Rachel,
I thought you might enjoy this:
Dan
You just think you have a problem with Firefly. I’ve got a Boxer who is that way.
I mean, really, Dog? We must go outside and play ball, every day, usually repeatedly. I don’t care if it’s pouring rain, we go out and play ball. (We don’t do thunderstorms, but that’s more me than her.) Rain doesn’t matter.
But if we have a bath? We must go berserk for ten minutes in the house, running, rolling, leaping, and generally creating chaos. There isn’t anything in the world as much fun (or what passes for fun if you are a dog person) as a damp Boxer charging from one end of the house to the other repeatedly, and only pausing to roll in the carpet, on the sofa, or on the beds for about thirty seconds, just to warm up to take off on another couple of fast laps.
And I note “damp” Boxer from experience. I can run a couple of towels over Miss Samantha, but if you think she’s going to allow me to use a blow dryer on her? Think again. She wants to kill the blow drier. I’ve broken her from attacking vacuum cleaners or the lawn mower, but she hates her some blow driers, and there is no curing her of that one. Such being the case, we make our laps in a damp state.
Our dog turns into a spaz when wet too, we have to lay out a towel on the love seat for him before we go out in the rain. Here’s a little of what happens after a bath, he’s already been dried this is just getting rid of the damps.
. More Yackety Sax than you might expect.
You take the scruffy terrier. I’ll take the adorable Cavalier! Sooooooo precious!!!