Animals are, of course, not as smart as people. That’s why we have cell phones ‘n’ stuff, cuz we’re all so smart. But while animals are smart on their own level, not all animals are the same smart.

Today, I decided to take the dogs out to play for a while. It was a long while, actually, as I hadn’t really done that much with them the last week, and I wanted to get them all worn out so me and The Girl can go out tonight and won’t feel bad about leaving them behind. They’ll be too tired to worry, anyways.

Anywho. I took them out to the dog park first and foremost, get them socializing and just getting into the groove. Ran around a bit and also just sort of hung out, watched Miles chew a tennis ball and watched Zoey watch me. Cool. Eventually, a large-ish Pit Bull came to visit, and I figured that since we’d been there for close to two hours, now was as good a time to leave as any. So off we went.

Home was not our next stop, however. I decided that I wanted to really wear them out, so we went to a hill close to me (Beacon Hill), and went running up it. Now, Miles is no doubt getting old, as he’s 10 ½ years now. And he’s a dog. So that’s like 70+ years old now. And while it’s amazing that he can still keep up, you have to understand that a year and a half ago, when he was like 60 in dog years, he could still whoop my ass at any sporting event. This includes, but is not limited to: running, swimming, biking, pole vault, discus, long jump, basketball, tennis, and hurdles. Don’t bother asking me how he can possibly beat me at running.

So anyways, we get back, and I decided that since they were all hot and run down, I’d bathe the puppies, as they were dirty and it would cool them down, too. And here’s where Miles makes me proud.

See, Zoey, even though she’s been bathed regularly for the almost 3 years she’s been alive, has this death-fear of the hose or any body of water. Because, you know, it almost killed her last time, right? Wrong, but she can’t seem to remember that. And each time, it’s living hell to try and a) convince her that we’re NOT going to get baths, b) get the stuff ready for the bath, and c) drag her TO the bathing spot. Oh, and it’s hell to hold her there and wash her, too.

Miles? Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Now yes, he’s a Lab, and they generally love water. BUT, that’s not to say they love baths. He doesn’t necessarily like them, either. But he knows that it’ll only be a minute, he won’t die, and will get toweled off at the end (which for some reason dogs seem to love). And he goes along with it without fuss.

He’s a learning dog. A real thinker. Atta boy.



What happened to the commercials?
So Super Bowl came and went. And other than the game, what a disappointment. I mean, come on, those commercials were worse than a joke. In fact, they didn’t have a punch line at all. The funniest of the night was the Doritos the commercial they played at the beginning. You know, the one where the guy hits a car while looking at a girl, and subsequently the girl falls on her face.

Other than that, what the hell? I mean, everyone seemed to just eat up the Bud commercial with the poor dog (I knew they would), and the Bud commercial with the crabs (I was flabbergasted anyone even so much as cracked a smile).

Remember when Super Bowl commercials were as good – if not better – than the game itself? Oh, I remember, I remember well. So let’s hope that the commercial advertising gurus remember soon, too, before we’re all subjected to the damn careerbuilder commercials ever, ever again. What atrocities.

Peace.

Tags: Entertainment, Animals