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For Dog Blog Friday: Mookie is so cute that a line of several thousand grandmas want to pinch his cheeks. (I'm not really sure what that means, either, plus he doesn't really have cheeks. You try to be clever about the same two dogs every week.)Labels: greyhounds
posted by George at 8:46 AM
George markets only for the forces of good for a living. He has a paid hobby that involves eating, drinking, and writing, things he’d do for free, which is almost what he’s doing it for. In a previous life he taught mostly illiterate and generally ungrateful college students how to write. He has been a body guard for Jodie Foster, a walk-on dancer with French avant garde troupe Maguy Marin, a film programmer, a judge at an Iron Chef style competition, a political activist, a textbook author, a bassist in a band, a two-time league winning fantasy baseball manager, a union local president, a pr flack helping run a red carpet at an Angelina Jolie event, a janitor, a chauffeur to folks from TC Boyle to Andrei Codrescu, a delivery man to Plato's Retreat, a reluctant writer of a non-snarky intro for Colin Powell, a radio DJ, a corn detassler, an escort van driver, a rock journalist, a lab assistant for a company that made everything from mouthwash to super skin lubricant, and even, once, a poet. His biggest brush with fame was when Julie Christie fondled his tie, a tie George Lopez belittled to 1000 people minutes later. The best thing about him is his wife. His dogs aren't bad, either.
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The Greyhound is a breed of dog used for companionship, coursing game and racing. It is commonly thought to be the third fastest land mammal, next to the pronghorn antelope and the cheetah; a combination of long, powerful legs, deep chest and aerodynamic build allows it to reach speeds of up to 72 km/h (45 mph), in less than one and a half seconds, or within 5-6 strides. However, the Pronghorn Antelope is quite a bit faster than the Greyhound.
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Okay, so I was deep into this dream last night in which I lived in a large house, maybe near Oak Park, where clothing seemed to be optional. Next thing I know I'm outside, walking on a path next to a creek. In the distance I see somebody walking a couple of dogs. As they get closer I see that they're greyhounds. I think, "That's probably George," even though I know, in the dream, that you live near La Cumbre.
Now, I have never met you and have no idea what you look like, so in this dream it occurs to me that I'm gonna get to say, "You must be George," and I'll feel rather smug.
When they get close I see it's a guy holding the leashes -- but he's wearing a dress. He's tall, with long, stringy hair, and he seems a bit embarrassed to be out in his dress, which is cobalt, buttoned from throat to hem and falls about halfway between his knees and ankles.
I think, "Oh, George," and keep my head down as we pass.
As a straight, middle-aged guy with kids, I can only hope you're as creeped out by this as I am.
Hmm...didn't realize Pronghorn Antelope had a PR firm.
Whatever
Cheek or no cheek our bet is grandmas like Mookie better than Antelopes
10:07 am--
Dr. (of Physiology) Laura can rail all she want, but there's a reason God invented the ability to make anonymous comments.
I'm also hurt that I wasn't a better cross-dresser, but I guess that's what makes it your dream and not mine.
Ironicus--
The Pronghorned Antelope also does a real number on the backseat of the car.
10:07 wins for Best Blog Comment EVER!
Rail all she wants. There's an "s" there.
Shoot.
{Speechless -- For the one time ever}
Original Post gets about a 6.5, mostly for the adorable greyhound face. Sweet, but not terribly interesting.
Then your readers chime in, and I'm laughing out loud. Bravo, George & pals. Definitely a 10 on the readability scale.
You amuse me. Please carry on.
I'd like to report that neither George nor his greyhounds appeared in my dreams last night.
For the record, I prefer basset hounds, which would probaby make Hegel smile.
Bassets, huh. You don't happen to have your own blog, do you?
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