Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 90

 Welcome once again to Pop Culture Frenzy.   Eight days till Christmas, it's forty some degrees outside and raining.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.  What say you? 

Cyndi?

The White Christmas trope is so full of aggression,

 it makes me physically ill.  It is loaded with intolerance, exclusion,

 white privilege and white supremacy.

   Cyndi is a bimbo loaded with leftist cliches and moronic sanctimony.  

She should get implants.

  Cyndi's Pebbles hairdo screams Neanderthal.

 Can't we all just get along?

   You are all evil.

 Uh huh.  I don't particularly like snow.  

Many humans seem to find it pretty 

when they aren't complaining about driving in it.

   I like a good snowball fight.

 Of course you do.  You are full of hostility toward 

anyone who isn't exactly like you.

 Not really.  She throws a lot of snowballs at me.

 I like the way my pee melts a tunnel in the snow.

 You are a dirty dog.

Thank you.

I like snow.  

Christmas is about Jesus our brother kind and good.  

Thank you, Molly.  

Merry Christmas everyone.

Big Anniversary Gift this Year

The Handsome One and I continue to celebrate our anniversary with a gift for us.  This year we went EXPENSIVE, not because we are flamboyant or because it's our 29th.  Necessity stepped in.

  

See, the furnace was making strange noises.  We consulted a Heating and Cooling guy who assured us that the old furnace was about to blow.

 

 Well, he didn't express it quite so dramatically.  He did tell us that it was IMPORTANT that we get a carbon monoxide detector because the likelihood that the ailing furnace would try to kill us was real.

Some members of the household were unconcerned.

Others took it less well.  Indeed, for some, stress set in.  Even to the point of frequent checks on CO levels.  Just because the CO detector gadget kept reading zero, didn't mean it would remain zero. 

Clearly, this was a Canary in the Mineshaft scenario.  With a wait of some three weeks before the new furnace was to be installed, hyper vigilance set in.  Someone even turned the furnace down to 59 so it would run less.

Finally, the big day came.  It took several hours to install.  The installer guy said the new furnace would be quieter.  Technically, that is true.  However, there is a distinct and high-pitched hum present in the quiet.

The jury is still out on whether the new high-pitched hum is less pleasant than that three weeklong high pitch of somebody's I'm Afraid of the Furnace whine.

Breed Profile: Pumi

 The Pumi is a small/medium sized herding dog from Hungary.

In the 17th-18th centuries, the Pumi was likely developed by crossing Pulis, Pomeranians (and other spitz), Briards and assorted terriers.

The Pumi was originally used as a drover of cattle.  His work ethic gained him other jobs around the farm- herder, hunter, vermin killer and guard.  The Pumi herds/droves by close contact, rapid movement, barking and nipping.

Ever the active dog, the Pumi is also known to participate in obedience, dancing and agility...

Lifespan:  12-14 years

Height:  15-19 inches at the shoulder

Weight:  18-33 pounds

The coat is curly and grows constantly, similar to a Poodle coat. It must be trimmed every 2-4 months.  Coat colors: black, white, cream, red, grey

The Pumi personality is affectionate, independent, lively, bold, expressive, suspicious of strangers, intelligent, highly inclined to bark and possesses a playfulness that is maintained into adulthood. 

Goose Poop on an Oriental Rug

Well, they didn't stay small and fluffy for long.

Soon the geese were feathered enough to go outside.

During the day they grazed.  But what to do at night?  All the duck houses were full!

No problem.  That spare dog crate in the garage worked just fine.  And because the garage floor tends to be a little slippery a nice rug was set down so the geese could enter and exit their bed without any slip and falls.  

The poop?  Just had to give that rug a good shake, a little soap and water then dry it in the sun.  All garage rugs should look so good. 

Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 89

 Welcome once again to Pop Culture Frenzy.  We're doing something a little different today.  Jimmy Buffet died September 1, 2023.  You don't have to be a Parrothead to participate.

What is your favorite Jimmy Buffett song?  I'll go first.   Mine is Why Don't We get Drunk and Screw.

Molly?

Cheeseburger in Paradise.

Fluffy?

Changes in Latitudes

Bryan?

Boat Drinks, 

Cyndi?

I can't pick a favorite.

His songs promote an unhealthy and hedonistic lifestyle.  

Maybe if you slipped a little rum in your carrot juice

now and then you wouldn't be such a sanctimonious killjoy.

Can't argue with that.  How about some 

exit music, Pencil Thin Mustache followed by It's 5 o'clock Somewhere 

RIP Jimmy

BDR Update

 Here it is August already at the Bad Dog Ranch.

In addition to our regular flock of ducks, we've added a couple of geese.   Here they are at about three days old.

Here they are a couple months later.

They don't have their grown-up feathers yet but are molting, so they're working on it.

The groundskeeper/flock manager reports that it is true that geese have a different attitude than ducks.  She handled the geese when they were very young so that they would be used to her getting into their personal space (she does this with the ducks too).  Now the geese follow her around!  

These ducks, raised in the brooder right next door to the geese, do not follow the flock manager around.

These are Rouens.  They will look like stocky Mallards when fully grown.  

Like the geese, they don't yet have their grown-up feathers.

Meanwhile, the elder ducks are taking the invasion of youngsters in stride.

Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 86

 Welcome once again to Pop Culture Frenzy.  We have been on hiatus for a long time.  It started with the COVID lockdowns.  We were, of course, deemed nonessential. Now, we're back at it.  On to our question.

What did you do during the lockdowns?

Molly?

                             I spent some time thinking about the meaning of life and stuff. 

Hostmaster:  Fluffy? 

 I wrote a book.

Hostmaster:  Bryan?

I took up day drinking.

Hostmaster:  Cyndi?

I supported the efforts to keep everyone safe.

Hostmaster:  fascinating.  Molly got deep, Byran got drunk, Fluffy got busy, Cyndi became a Karen.  I must say you guys are predictable.  I took a trip cross country, as the crow flies, so to speak.  There are advantages to being a bird, that's for sure. 

What lovely things did you see and do?

That's classified.  This round is now over for security reasons.