It's Monday. GET UP, YA' LAZY SCHLUB!!!

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Stolden off Pseudo.

Can you guess what the gal named him?

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Okay, so I've been pondering for 16 hours whether to post this or not.




What the heck!




Courtesy of blog buddy, Deb.  (Her Daddy is a fine dog trainer, too)!

 

The Mrs. said, "Now, THAT'S  a wiener dog!"

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It was a gorgeous day in Northwest Louisiana!

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The only thing that went wrong was almost everything.


My "mini-vacation" ends tonight.  I only got about 66.66% of planned activities checked off "the list."



I wish I was Sadie.

She knows ZERO about websites, and texting, and faxing junk.  And, she knows how to make the most of her ignorance.

Good girl!

Sadie thought she could fake me out! HA!!!

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Not so...


My beloved yellow lab, Sadie, KNOWS that she gets food at 500 HRS, and at 1700 HRS.


Every stinkin' day. 


I keep her on a regular schedule, because I'm really concerned about junk like that...


But, Sadie KNOWS that I'm off from working for The Man, and I've been busier than a one-armed-paperhanger...and there's a bunch of junk going on in our 'hood (like momocycles flying down our skreet at breakneck speed, Daddy closing on the sale of the duplexes next door to Andy's Place, a really strange looking blonde chick walking the property with something that looks like a 250mm cigarette hanging out of her mouth, and various other junk that will remain unmentioned).


So, I went outside about 4:00 pm, and Sadie started doing her "begging" routine...like it was already 1700 HRS.   


HA!!!  She did not know that I had glanced at the alarm clock in my gorgeous dark mauve bedroom before I alighted.  It was roughly 4:00 pm.  


She's stupid.


But, she's not stupid enough to fool me!

(Actually, some of it might have to do with the fact that firecrackers are going off like we're at war with Shreveport, or something...and she nearly breaks down the back door to my beautiful dark mauve bedroom when folks start putting good money up in smoke with firecrackers.  I think she might have a nervous stomach).




I just love screwing around with animals, and small chirrens!!! 

(It's a character flaw...I know.)

I love dogs, but occasionally I've had my weak moments...

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I gotta admit that this thought has crossed my mind.


I suck.


I stolden this video off of StopSign.

(Y'all can blame her. She made me do it).

Just in time for Christmas gift giving! (#2)

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Hey y'all!  Hugs, kisses, yada yada yada...


Nyuk!


As y'all know by now, I am a true fan of The Gooble Mail©.  I just love the fact that my ONE inbox can catch all the various mail from personal/business/Daddy's business/extremely private e-mail addresses all in one spot.


I love it.


But, what I don't care much for is the advertisements that The Gooble Mail© throws up there. I mean, it's kinda spooky, really. It's like they have read your computer letters already, and throw ads at you that pertain to what folks have written you about.


I know y'all know what I mean, and most of them don't get a second glance from me. But, today one REALLY CAUGHT MY ATTENTION.


Lookit! (You're gonna have to click on it to see the big picture)

As you can see, my buddy Debbie sent me an e-mail containing a very interesting story about one dog that acts as a "seeing eye dog" for her blind dog friend.  It's a really cool story, really.


But, The Gooble Mail© throws in an ad about how you can buy this product that will DNA test your dog, so that you can know what kind of breed your half-breed mutt just might be.  And...it just KILLS me!  It "makes a great gift for your dog!"


Nyuk!


I'm sure that is absotively true, too.  I mean, don't you know that there are thousands (if not millions) of dogs just hammerin' around the yard...marking trees, chasing butterflies, lickin' their butts, eatin' their own dried up crap...I mean, just seemingly happy as clams.


But, deep inside they are struggling...I mean, suffering horribly because they don't really know their heritage.  Sure, they try hard to ACT LIKE they are perfectly content with a belly-rub & a game of fetch the tennis ball...


But, it's all an act.  They are miserable.  I mean, unless you're a pet owner guardian like me that has Sadie's AKC Registration papers framed, and prominently displayed where she can see it, your dog is likely to be suffering trauma due to the fact that they're just not really sure who they Daddy folks iz...or, they Mama, too!


You can solve all this.  It would make "a great gift for your dog."


Heck, I think you owe it to 'em to get you one of these DNA swab kits, so they can finally put to rest all their doubts, and begin to walk in their true identity.


I couldn't help myself...I had to chase the link.  And, I'm so, so, way glad that I did. 


Look, you can even "Host Your Own Swab-A-Thon!"

Now, I don't know about y'all, but that sounds like a helluva good time to me!  I mean, you can gather up all the neighbors dogs, all the strays that just roam the 'hood crapping in your yard & chasing meter-readers & scaring the crud out of little kids trying to play on the sidewalk...and host you a "Swab-A-Thon."


You can probably improve your neighborhood by at least 175%, just by helping all these mutts figure out exactly what breed of useless they generated off of! 


Do it for the chirrens!


I did find the site pretty interesting...they even gots a video at the bottom explaining why it's a really great idea to DNA swab your dog for breed mixture.  So, while you're pondering what to give your pooch for Christmas, y'all might want to keep this "gift" idea in mind.


BTW, as far as I can tell there ain't nothing in there about child support...

Sadie has a guest.

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Hey y'all! #1 son made it in from Omaha at roughly 1245 HRS yesterday.  It's a long drive.  He looks good.  He looks happy.  He looks relieved.


And, he brought along a companion.  Meet "Houdini."
 

Houdini is not Dean's pet.  He's just been keeping care of Houdini for a buddy who is currently deployed to I-rack.  He couldn't find anybody to check on Houdini, so he loaded him up and brought him along.


He's a cute little rascal.  I don't know what breed he is.  His legs look like Basset, but I don't know about his face.  Maybe one of y'all can identify the mix.  If he's a mix.

Sadie seems to be tolerating Houdini well.  She's had visitors in the past, and is always a pretty good hostess.  I don't know if Houdini has been neutered, but Sadie has been sprayed, so I don't think I'll have to keep too close a watch on 'em.  I'm pretty sure their relationship will simply be Platonic.  


She's never had a white boyfriend, though, so it might take her some getting used to.

I just hope he's not aptly named, and is one of them break-out artists.  (We've had those around here before).  It'd be a dang shame for Dean to lose his buddy's dog while he's off serving our nation in war.

Labs...

Alright y'all...put your thinkin' cap(tions) on...

Dr. Jill sent me this picture.  And, it MUST be posted, even though I can not think of one single clever thing to tag it with.


If you care to caption it, have at it.  But, if you don't care to, that's okay, too.

Why I love dogs...(# 929)

Monday afternoon junk. Okay, let's get something out of the way first...

There has been great wonderment around Andy's Place today as to whether the picture I posted of the "Armor Pork Brains in Milk Gravy" instant heart attack in a can is REAL, or P-shopped.  I have received hundreds of two e-mails, and one comment that doubt the integrity of our journalistic license.  (I know, that made no sense whatsoever.)

Well, to answer y'all's question...(note bottom left)

Okay, so what else we got?  Not really much to be honest.  Two Dogs is still trying to milk the "nude" traffic cow.

Sigh.

Hey, here's a cool picture of a black dog sticking it's tongue out.

I like that one.  Have I ever mentioned that I love dogs?  I think maybe I did...once or twice.

Dr. Jill sent me an e-mail about the proper way to fold a flag.  Due to the family-friendly commitment we have made here, there is no way in Hades that I can publish it.  But, if you would like to request your free copy, please just The Gooble-Mail© me at Justandysplace@gmail.com

I will send it right along at ya'!

Hey, is it just me, or is there something going on with Globber comments?  I have tried to comment on 7 different Globber posts today that use word verification.  In each instance, it has required 3 (THREE...count 'em) tries at the word verification to make the comment publish.

Maybe it's just me.  It is Monday, after all.

Let's see if we've got anything else.  Oh yeah, Right Girl linked to this post. 

"9 images that will make you shake your head."  Sure enough!  While they are not all Asians, just remember that Asians are way smarter than us Americans.  WAY smarter.  Don't forget that.

And, The Mrs. is making some of her world famous refried beans, for a good Mexican dinner tonight.  Seriously, she makes the best refried beans in the history of the sport.  I think it's Emeril Lugosi's recipe or something, but I've eaten 'em in many US States, and a couple of Mexican States, too...and there are none finer.  She's already blended up the salsa with 'maters & jalapenos from the garden.  It's sitting in there getting all the flavors naturally blended together with the onions, and cilantro, and other junk.

We will be partaking pretty soon.  But, not soon enough.

Well, y'all have a fabulous what's left of Monday.  I love y'all!  I mean it.

Humpday "Spottie"...

C'mon, that cute, no?  And clever, no?

No?

Okay...But I figured y'all would appreciate it more than another Humpday Snottie.

Probably The Mayor, and Pseudo will do better than me again today (The Mayor had a "Not-E" featured last week btw, but Pseudo was right on the mark).  I doubt CL will have an entry today, though.  Last I heard, he was hiding out from the Feds in Fenris' spare bunker.

Look, y'all have a fabulous Wednesday, okay?  Do it for me!  Do it for the children!

Love,  Andy

Good boy!

Dog For Sale!

or.... 

 

Free to good home.  Excellent guard dog.

Owner cannot afford to feed him anymore, as there are no more drug pushers, thieves, murderers, or molesters left in the neighborhood for him to eat.   Most of them knew Jethro only by his Oriental street name... 

 Ho Lee Schitt. 

Monday junk...not much going on at Andy's Place...

Hey y'all!  Hugs, kisses, yada yada yada...

I've got a question.  Maybe one of y'all that knows a lot about the physiology, and endurance of canines can explain to me just exactly HOW a dog can bark for four straight hours!  I mean, FOUR! STRAIGHT! HOURS! Without ever taking a break!  I mean, not one break to get a drink of water, or take a leak, or a dump, or anything!

Man, we've got this yapping dog that lives in the yard behind Andy's Place.  Almost every night, the danged thing goes off, and yaps it's fool head off.  Well, last night, the alarm went off at 1 am, and did not cease until 5.  Seriously...not more than a two second break between woofs for four stinkin' hours!

And then, he gets my son's dog Jake next door all stirred up, and the chorus begins.  I am an "extremely" light sleeper, and this is getting old.  Ear plugs do not drown it out, either.  Sigh...   Well, at least Sadie does not join in with all the fun.  Heck, she don't even bark at bad guys, or squirrels, or nothin'.  She is my favorite at this point.

Well, there is a lot of junk going on at Andy's House, but not so much on this podunk blog.  I got almost nothing! 

So, go over and look at Today's Trivia...A lot of interesting things happened on this day.  Check out the birthdays, too.  Diverse group.

Also, I've told y'all about Big Tony.  He's the Pastor of a church now, and sends me something almost every day about how "Obama Sucks!"  Well, he doesn't use those exact terms, but the underlying tone is pretty much like that.  Of course, he is one of those RAAAAAAACIST Christians, so it is to be expected.

Tony sent me this picture taken near his place in Grand Junction, CO.

Like I said, not much going on.  I think there's a basketball game on tonight.  I have not watched ONE SINGLE college, or pro basketball game this season.  But, I might try to stay up and watch the NCAA final.  Pretty interesting story there with Butler v. Duke.  We'll see.

Heh!  If that stupid dog gets started earlier, I might just be able to stay awake.

Well look, y'all have a great day, okay!  Make the best of your Monday!  I love y'all...