"Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war...."
-- Julius Caesar

"Life...is a tale...full of sound and fury...."
-- Macbeth

"No woman can be too rich or too thin."
-- Wallis Simpson

"Let them eat cake."
-- Somebody, but not Marie Antoinette

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Little Dog Has Disappeared; It Is Not For Me to Question Why

Little Dog has been missing for several days. All I know is that Guy Who Feeds me put me outside, then Little Dog went away with the Lady Who Dotes on me. The Lady Who Dotes came back. So far, no Little Dog.

This situation has not been bad. Without Little Dog there is peace and quiet. I don't always have to be on alert. Little Dog often malfunctions -- she barks at things and people and dogs who are not much of a threat. She is too sensitive and needs to be reset. Since I am the protector, because I am Big Dog, then every time Little Dog's alarm goes off I have to jump to attention. I'll tell you, jumping to attention isn't like it used to be. The hips are just a little sore these days.

Without Little Dog nobody barks at me while I'm trying to eat. That means I can eat leisurely. It also means that there is no one to keep the chewies away from me. Little Dog needs to give up her chewies more often. I don't like this sharing thing. I don't like when Guy Who Feeds and Lady Who Dotes tell me that "you've already had yours" and "that's not yours." When there's no Little Dog, it's all mine!

When Little Dog is here I don't like getting up on the bed. She likes to be there. It isn't fun when i have to share the bed with her. But now that she's gone, I'm on the bed all the time.

It's good to be the only dog.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Pug Cameo in "Sex and the City" Movie

There is a pug in the "Sex and the City" movie. The pug is in the scene where the blonde lady gets her fur coat covered in blood during New York fashion week. The pug is being carried by a lady who tells the blonde lady that she is being cruel. This is an heroic pug. Very brave to stand up to fashionistas.

I, Poppy, am ambivalent about the anti-fur movement. On the one hand, I have very pretty fur and do not want to part with it. On the other hand, I am not always in solidarity with other creatures with fur coats. I really, really like my lambskin rug. It is very soft. Warm in the winter, cool in the summer....

Friday, November 7, 2008

Clear Mandate

Have no fear. Poppy's Blog will continue to bring you incisive political commentary even though the election is over.

Chief on my mind is the appointment of a First Pet. On election night, I was pleased to hear that the President-Elect is going to come through on one of his campaign promises and bring a puppy to the White House. In fact, there was obviously a clear mandate among the segment of the population that felt strongly about the importance of the appointment of a First Pet (that is, Malia and Sasha Obama and I); there must be a dog in the White House.

However, the election has been over for three days and no First Dog has been appointed. I hear speculation when the radio is on, and when the Humans are watching The Colbert Report, but I have yet to see action taken. It seems to me that such an appointment is an immediate need, especially given the fact that the President-Elect is now receiving intelligence briefings. A First Dog would give him solace. Unfortunately, the President-Elect has only appointed a Chief of Staff and a transition team. None of them are canine.

This state of affairs is causing me concern as I am wondering if we can expect such slow moving from an Obama administration. When Poppy barks, she expects people to listen.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008


While the humans celebrate with champagne, I have run away with the cork.


I, Poppy, project that Barack Obama will be the next President of the United States.

Some More Election Night Coverage

A subdued attitude in the house. I was chased away from an empty take out box. My Daddy keeps changing the channel to Fox, so that he can gloat while Brit Hume and Juan Williams try to figure out what went wrong.

Election Night 2008

Even More Election Night Coverage

I am now closer to the plate. I am on the edge of the sofa, looking down on the coffee table. The tension in the room is so thick you can cut it with a knife.

More Election Night Coverage

There is food here. People are eating in front of the t.v. That means the food is on the coffee table -- in close proximity to my nose.

Some one's plate is sitting there, unattended. But there are lots of humans in the room. I cannot sneak over and take something off of the plate without three people seeing me. So I'm lying here on the sofa, close to the plate.

Maybe the humans will all leave the room at once so I will be alone with the plate.

Election Night Coverage From Poppy's Blog

This is an exciting night at my house. Mommy's class was canceled so both of my parents are home. My Uncle R. is here. I am getting a lot of attention.

There is a lot of knocking on wood tonight, so I am on alert. Knocking wood sounds like a knock on the door. When I hear knocking, I bark. I do this so that I can welcome whomever might come to the door and so that I can help scare away the evil spirits that might be hearing hopes that they want to quash.

I am hoping that there will be treats. Knock wood.