Saturday, January 14, 2017

Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 55

Welcome once again to Pop Culture Frenzy.  A few days ago, in many subways around the world, an annual event took place.

What was this event?

Bring your Dog to Ride on
the Subway Day?
Hostmaster:  incorrect.
Open Carry Day?
Hostmaster:  incorrect.  I'm pretty sure subways are gun free zones.
Hug a Stranger on
the Subway Day?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.

Ride the Subway Naked Day?
Hostmaster:  close enough.  People go without pants, though presumably not without underwear.  It's called Pant less Subway Ride.  It started in 2002 in New York.  
They do this in January?
  Are these the same
weirdoes who go
 swimming in the winter?
Polar Bear clubs.  I
did it one year in
Lake St. Clair.  They
give money to charity.
Hostmaster:  some of the pant less riders donate the pants they don't wear on the subway to charity.

I can't stop thinking
about hugging naked
strangers on the subway.

Now you have me wondering.
  What's the most comfortable way
 to open carry when you're naked?
Hostmaster:  in other pants related news.  Some actress wore pants to the Golden Globe ceremony.  She said she did it, not because she doesn't like dresses but to let girls know that self worth is not dependent on what you wear or something.

Evan Rachel Wood was
brave to defy convention
and wear a pants suit
 rather than a gown.
Brave to wear pants?  Did
this Evan hit her head
and think she woke up
in the Victorian Age?
From what I've seen of
that actress, she often goes for
 a butch look.  That's
probably why she
wore pants.

So ends another round. For those
interested, visit these links
for more information on
the pants less subway ride and
the panted award attendee .
Round 55
Fluffy/Molly  23
Bryan/Cyndi   21

Monday, January 9, 2017

A Glowing Anniversary

To celebrate our anniversary, The Handsome One and I usually buy something nifty just for us.  Past purchases include a digital camera, a couch and a Don't Tread on Me flag.  This year, we bought a super duper flashlight.

You see, those scrawny flashlights that serve just fine indoors are of no use to illuminate the woods surrounding the homestead. So we got this fantabulous LED flashlight with ergonomic pistol grip to handle the job.

Now Lily has some gleaming back up.  Those ugly accusations of her being all bark at the dark, will see the light of day, so to speak.  Now, what-the-heck-she-is-barking-at will be on full brilliant display.  Yes, if something is lurking, it will be in our spot light.

What is glowing out there?  It's the little oak!

Lily has prepared a statement.

I wasn't barking at the oak tree, for crying out loud.  Tell you what.  I'll keep barking.  You keep waving your fancy flashlight around.  Together, maybe we can dispel the darkness surrounding us.  Don't let my life's work be in vain.  I'm counting on your collaboration here.

OK Lily.  We got the power of brightness and aren't afraid to use it.  Check out this wall mounted holster!  Team Effulgent is ever at the ready. 

Besides the young oak tree, what have we gleamed upon so far, you ask?

Well, the awesome flashlight has illuminated a couple of deer, and an assorted bunch of nothing. One night though, there was something skulking under a pine tree near the duck house.  With trepidation, I cocked and aimed the super flashlight expecting to behold the evil visage of my nemesis, The Fisher.

It was only a opossum.  A benign presence.  This time...

Next time may be of a different light...

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 54

Welcome once again to Pop Culture Frenzy. 

Maine resident Phelan Moonsong is giddy because he was allowed to have his Driver's License photo taken featuring something special to him. 
What is it?

His dog?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.

A feathered headdress?
Hostmaster:  incorrect.

A fright wig?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.  Here's a hint.  He's a pagan priest.
A floral head wreath?
Hostmaster:  incorrect.
A suit made of pine boughs?
Hostmaster:  incorrect.

A black robe?
Hostmaster:  incorrect.
He's naked?
Hostmaster:  incorrect.
A goat skin?
Hostmaster:  close.
Goat horns?

Hostmaster:  correct.  You see, according to pagan priest Moonsong, his goat horns are to him as a habit is to a nun.  He wears them all the time except when he is bathing or sleeping.  The horns are his "spiritual antennae" and wearing the horns around helps him teach others about paganism.

Wouldn't it be easier to wear one of those
 lapel ribbons?

He's representing his deeply held
beliefs.  Would you tell a
Catholic priest to wear a
lapel ribbon?


The man has plastic horns stuck
 to his forehead. Are you seriously
comparing that to a priest's collar?

All religions are equal.
Hostmaster:  the Maine Secretary of State apparently ok'd the horns because they don't obscure his
 face in the photo.  
What do pagans believe
 and where do goats fit in?


The Satan statues put up in Detroit
and the Oklahoma Capital
building have goat horns.

It doesn't matter.  It's
his religion.

Let's keep our eyes
peeled for guys wearing
goat horns, then we can get
 our awareness raised first hand.


So ends another round of Pop Culture Frenzy.
Want to see Moonsong's horns? 
Click here now!
Round 54
Fluffy/Molly  22
Bryan/Cyndi   21

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Fluffy and George on Christmas

Let us all rejoice in the Lord,                          Today true peace
for our Savior has been born                           has come down to
in the world.                                                     us from heaven.

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Woe is Lois

Getting older is no picnic.  Lois is finding that out.  Some of you may recall her knee problems of a few years ago.

An arthritic knee does not improve with time.  Lois' is no exception.  On top of that, other joints have joined the pain parade.

Playing ball is not the joy it once was.  

(To the tune of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.)
 Lois, the pretty sheepdog
 is very sweet good girl.
 And if you ever saw her,
 you would know that is for sure.
 All of the other doggies
like to run around and play
booboo knees don't let poor Lois,
join in any doggie games.

The most difficult thing of all for Lois these days is getting up from a prone position.  The herculean effort required to bend painful uncooperative joints into position to propel the hind end upward has resulted in, well, some embarrassing incidents.  Sometimes a turd pops out from all that effort.  Sometimes some urine oozes out too.


Consequently, a severe haircut on the latter side of Lois has been necessary.  You forget how bow legged sheepdogs are till they are wet- or trimmed.  Photos of Lois's bow legged look are not available.  We offer this youthful bob instead.

Ah yes, a time not so long ago, when we both had younger joints.

Thursday, December 15, 2016


Some months ago, The Daily Puppy made a monumentally foolish decision.  You see, they don't offer a daily picture of a puppy anymore.  They have reinvented themselves.  Now called Cuteness, they offer helpful information.  What had been a delightful daily email has morphed into preschool level edification.  For example.  How do you know if your dog is happy?  Answer:  his tail is wagging.  Worst of all, the photos accompanying the verbiage are just not my idea of quality cuteness- too many people are featured. 

Naturally, I have unsubscribed the Cuteness emails.  Meanwhile, dog pictures are not difficult to come by here at the Bad Dog Ranch.  Come to think of it, we got the inane remarks covered too.  To wit, look at this!  Clover gets a bit chilly when the temperature hits single digits.  Turns out, she looks good in red.

Lily, on the other hand, is completely comfortable without a coat.   

Then there's Henry.  You might say his job is Cuteness.