Tuesday, May 06, 2008

  • My Ideal Dog

    I've always wanted a dog. I ask Nick for one on a weekly basis and he always replies with, "No." This makes Nick a fascist tyrant in our complicated romance and if you feel the need to picket outside of our studio, chanting, "Puppy Hater!" to him then by all means, I will not stop what you must do. Until the day he relents his authoritarian powers and hands me four legs and a wagging tail, I will continue to sit imprisoned in my dreams of becoming a dog owner.

    Let me tell you about my ideal dog. In my dreams, evolution is a genie and it grants me the life long wish of owning the perfect dog that fits my personality and lifestyle.

    Mind you, I don't have any lifestyle and my personality is just sort of ... there. But that's what I need in a dog: A pet that has no life and is just there. I watch The Dog Whisperer from time to time and hear Cesar Milan explain how it is innate for dogs to want to be active. I can't have that. I need a dog who lounges around and thinks to himself, "Should I go for a walk today?" and then decides to blog for half an hour.

    Ideally, I will have one of those small dogs, but not the yapping chihuahua kind. I can't have a dog that whines. I need a dog that puts Chuck Norris facts to shame.

    Additionally, my ideal dog will not poop on the ground. Instead, it will creatively use the toilet like any normal human being. After flushing and washing his paws, he will warn me if I need to light a candle or two.

    When I'm in a circle of friends and tell a joke that fails, my ideal dog will bring out the tape player and play an audience laugh track to break up the awkward silence. Then he will proceed to laugh at the joke himself and make me feel like I'm the star of "Everybody Loves Raymond."

    When Nick goes in to pet him, my ideal dog will not snarl, but will be nonchalant towards him. My ideal dog will be the first pet that Nick and I have owned together who likes me more than him.

    When I am sleepy, my ideal dog will want to curl up next to me and cuddle. When I am having a dinner party, my ideal dog will serve cocktails and entertain guests. When we are playing board games, my ideal dog will let me win. When I am feeling philosophical or moody, my ideal dog will want to talk about free will and the complexities of his dog-ma. When there is an intruder in the house ready to steal my belongings, my ideal dog will know kung fu and proceed to tear this intruder another asshole.

    I am determined to find this kind of dog. I know somewhere he exists. And I already know what I'm going to name him. In fact, I've already planned how I'm going to tell people on the origins of his name.

    Person: How cute! What's his name?
    Me: His name is Biggie Smalls.
    Person: Like the rapper?
    Me: Yeah.
    Person: Okay.
    Me: Ask me why.
    Person: What?
    Me: Ask me why, damn it!!
    Person: ... Why.
    Me: Because he's my dawg.

    My dog is going to be my dawg.

    Get it?





















    .. Fuck. Where's the laugh track?


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