but whoever wrote the lines for the dog is friggin’ genius.

“I have just met you, and I LOVE YOU.”

Disney has disabled embedding, so you have to watch the video here:

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Assuming you went and did that and now you’re back, I just have to say:

Holy crap. That is my dog.

My dog possibly wrote “Up.”

(Where the hell are the commissions???)

Seriously though, that’s Dozer: Nose, enthusiasm, love at first sight.

If nothing else, the idiot (hanging out of the side of the mouth) tongue is a dead giveaway.

God bless him.

I am madly in love with my dog.

All the while honoring his (extensive) limitations…every day of my life I adore him more than the day before.
It’s kind of sick, really.

But he’s so friggin’ funny and big-hearted and, well, Doug. I’m kind of feeling like a kindred spirit with whatever wonderful person envisioned, wrote, and created “Doug.”

Three cheers for dogs!!!

p.s.

Slightly frantically packing and trying to do 2.2 billion things prior to a two-week trip, but more tomorrow. Swear.

p.p.s.

Unless I can (quickly) figure out the upload video stuff on Wordpress, I’ll be setting up a YouTube account imminently to share Dozer’s efforts – sans his good and smart master – to communicate with a member of the feline species.

Preview: It’s loud and it’s futile.

Squirrel!

Me and Dozer over the weekend

It’s official.

My dog, Dozer, is a celebrity, a sensation, and a canine rock star. I doubt Bono would’ve caused a bigger fuss than the Big Doh elicited today. Quite frankly, speaking as a regular non-famous and non-famous looking human being, I’ve never seen anything like this. Ever.

A million years ago I knew Weird Al Yankovic and we once went to get some ice cream before one of his shows. A few people came up and asked for his autograph, but (and no offense, Al), it was nothing like the response to my dog.

You walk him down busy city streets and people stop in their tracks, drop to their knees, and start kissing him. Actually, I find this extremely brave considering the number one rule of strange dogs (particularly huge strange dogs) is don’t invade their space unless you know it’s safe. Luckily for the crazed dog lovers stroking him, embracing him, and even sticking their lips millimeters from his mouth on every block, it’s safe.

Last night, a group of Japanese tourists ran out into traffic, their eyes shining as they frantically dug out their cameras. This is a testament to his northern beauty, a furry siren song, as these folks were risking death or at a least a head-on collision with a bus in order to meet Dozer and have their pictures taken with him. I’m starting to think if this writing career idea doesn’t pan out, maybe I’ll just set up on the corners of popular tourist attractions like Times Square, Las Vegas Boulevard, or the Embarcadero and charge $1.00 per hug? $3.00 for photos.

Either that or take him to Hollywood and get this pretty boy an agent. I foresee a bright future selling Eukanuba or Kibbles and Bits and Bits (with more Bits!).

It worked for Benji, and he wasn’t even all that cute.

The look on his face in this picture makes me laugh