canine times

Opposite-of-pristine dog

My good pals to the north, Tristy and Justin, swung through town last summer. So good. All my pent-up absurdities and perversions bubbled forth, and I jabbered at them, starved for NoCal bohemian repartee. A brief and sparkling snapshot:

En route to dinner, we spy three white, fluffy lap dogs in a stroller.

Me: Okay, this dog-coddling craze is out of control.

Tristy: Oh, no! I want to see it taken further — all the way!

Justin: Dog highways!

Tristy: All the dogs will drive little electric cars.

Me: But most of them will only be able to master the horn.

Justin: Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Beep! Beeeeeeeeeeeep!

Me: “Paco, please, please stop beeping!”

2 Comments

  1. cloudy on November 14, 2008 at 9:19 am

    I really want a dog, albeit a medium sized no frills kind. Well, maybe I will make him wear a kerchief!



  2. Tristy on November 15, 2008 at 5:32 pm

    Oh the THRILL of seeing my name mentioned in hamblog! Be still my heart! I do remember that conversation and laughing so hard for so long. We are proud to infuse the ham with the mellow power of the NoCal bohemian lifestyle. Beeeeeep Beeeep!