Look what I found on the Daily Puppy blog.Users are encouraged to write a caption for the featured picture of the week.
These two were my favorites:
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Doug Park
French Bulldogs don't do so well in harsh weather conditions.
Because of their flat faces, they have shorter breathing systems and therefore less possibility of cooling the air which they draw into their bodies. And since dogs don't sweat, all they can do to release body heat is pant. So it's pretty easy for them to get heat stroke.
All this makes me nervous for the summer.
Lindsay and I took Doug to the dog park yesterday. It wasn't even that hot and he was panting before we even got there.
He wasn't as excited as he usually is when he sees other dogs. He went straight for the shade.Eventually, when he couldn't resist anymore, he got up an joined in the fun.
It took him a second to find it. But he did.It was too much fun actually.
As I was bragging to some lady about how awesome French Bulldogs are, Doug ran to me as a 3-second-long stream of white puke flowed from his smiling mouth.
Time to go home.We almost didn't make it.
I carried him part of the way.
And he lived happily ever after watching TV with his uncle.PS- Do you know any vets in Montreal who specialize in French Bulldogs?
Because of their flat faces, they have shorter breathing systems and therefore less possibility of cooling the air which they draw into their bodies. And since dogs don't sweat, all they can do to release body heat is pant. So it's pretty easy for them to get heat stroke.
All this makes me nervous for the summer.
Lindsay and I took Doug to the dog park yesterday. It wasn't even that hot and he was panting before we even got there.
He wasn't as excited as he usually is when he sees other dogs. He went straight for the shade.Eventually, when he couldn't resist anymore, he got up an joined in the fun.
It took him a second to find it. But he did.It was too much fun actually.
As I was bragging to some lady about how awesome French Bulldogs are, Doug ran to me as a 3-second-long stream of white puke flowed from his smiling mouth.
Time to go home.We almost didn't make it.
I carried him part of the way.
And he lived happily ever after watching TV with his uncle.PS- Do you know any vets in Montreal who specialize in French Bulldogs?
Keep 'em out for the little treasures...
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Brigade
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
It's a big day for ghersionmyjersey!
I'm officially one of those really popular bloggers who gets stuff sent to them in the mail.
Even if the people who are sending it have no idea I have a blog.
Thanks RJ,
Your book is lovely!
Even if the people who are sending it have no idea I have a blog.
Thanks RJ,
Your book is lovely!
Um...
Are you sure you want to continue reading this blog. I think you should think about it long and hard before deciding. Because I just discovered something about me so terrifying that I had to blog it. Even if it means the end of ghersionmyjersey.
I just opened my iTunes to check which song I play the most. It was horryfying. I screamed the gayest scream you could ever hear. And that gay scream is less gay than the song. That's how bad it is.
Before I tell you what that song is, allow me to present to you this short disclaimer.
First, I don't really listen to music at work. It's almost impossible for me to write and listen to music at the same time. The lyrics are too distracting.
Second, because I don't listen to music, I have made no effort to obtain any good music on my work computer. So whatever is actually on there happened without much effort.
Ok, fuck it. I have no excuse. It's pathetic. There's not much else to say about it.
Except for I'm sorry.
I just opened my iTunes to check which song I play the most. It was horryfying. I screamed the gayest scream you could ever hear. And that gay scream is less gay than the song. That's how bad it is.
Before I tell you what that song is, allow me to present to you this short disclaimer.
First, I don't really listen to music at work. It's almost impossible for me to write and listen to music at the same time. The lyrics are too distracting.
Second, because I don't listen to music, I have made no effort to obtain any good music on my work computer. So whatever is actually on there happened without much effort.
Ok, fuck it. I have no excuse. It's pathetic. There's not much else to say about it.
Except for I'm sorry.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Socks of the Day
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Kool Dogz
Leroy and Doug are starting a gang and they asked me to advertise it on my blog since it obviously gets a lot of hits.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Taking Chances, Taking Measures
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
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