Puppy Bowl VI Liveblogging

Well folks, today is the sixth annual Puppy Bowl, a spectacle of juvenile canine frivolity that (briefly interrupted by the Bissell Kitty Halftime Show) provides as much butt sniffing, barking, snarling, and wrestling over saliva soaked chew toys as a typical day in Washington D.C.

I understand there is also a game.

As you might be able to tell I’m more of a cat person.  I like them because they’re self reliant and not continually demanding your attention though they will take a shit right in the middle of your desk if they’re pissed off at you.

Dogs will wait faithfully until they can’t stand your inoring them anymore and are always happy to give you unconditional love no matter how badly you mistreat them.

There’s a metaphor in that I think.

In any event the Gilmores, while currently canine free, have owned a series of unimaginatively named dogs-  Terry the Terrier, Dally The Dalmatian (from a children’s book), and Mr. Beagle E. Beagle (from Grape Ape).

Frenchy the Papillion was my brother’s ex-wife’s and the only thing he wanted in the divorce, given her propensity to buy and discard pets (and people) faster than the latest fashion accessory.

After many happy years humping Coke bottles Frenchy alas has passed leaving behind only memories, stains, and vet bills we are still stuggling to pay.

Cats crawl off to die alone.

Not that it’s a good thing.  Richard for one still misses Frenchy, but being of advancing years himself is reluctant to make a commitment to an animal that may well out live him.

Which is why you should never buy a parrot.

My SciFi watching friend likes Shar Peis and has owed several.  Her current canine is exceptionally well behaved considering his background is as a rescue dog from the streets of San Juan, Puerto Rico.

He doesn’t even seem to mind the cold and snow so much though I’ve noticed he’s starting to shed a little.

She’s heavily into Dog Whisperer behavior modification and they’re still wrestling over door dominance which makes arrivals and departures a little awkward for uninitiates like me, though I’ve tried to be cool and non threatening and yet welcoming at the same time.

I’ve had to switch shoes since he seems to have a fascination with my regular pair, but he doesn’t drool as much as some and is safe around human food.

One unfortunate habit of his is to bully smaller dogs at the Dog Park and it puts me in mind of something I noticed watching the re-runs of Puppy Bowl V which was a lot of ‘unnecessary ruffness’.

But as I said I’m not a dog person so what do I know?

I’m told there will be Bunny Cheer Leaders (good luck with that) and a Hamster (not to be confused with Jane Hamsher) Powered Blimp for overhead shots this year so it should be a spectacular show.