Le French Dog Blog

(See above, Manila dog show).

Please, God, PLEASE….(crossing fingers). Please let me know find some crazy Filipinos in Paris.

Thank you. Your friend and advocate, Zoya.

Im tiring of just dogs, I’m expanding to skulls and drinking picks as well.

Some crazy catacomb picks from Paris.

Don’t worry, American Spirits have vitamins!! And no calories!

…But the battery power never lasts long, and the charger doesn’t seem to work, and I’m stressed out with class projects, and I’m obsessed with beer, and I never seem to get these done or taken care of in the right order, especially the beer part, which I usually begin with, and then everything else falls to the wayside.

More posts and doggies coming soon, I promise.

This is my dirty little BABY! the BABY! MMmmm… I had good salmon last night, too. Great minds think alike.  Anyway it’s a fucking great pic, and worthy of a post. Cheers, Dunkel.

Welcome to my new feature on the blog: GAMES!
One can never have enough games in one’s life.

Above, match the activity with the appropriate figure.

Figure A farts all the time. Ruthlessly.

Figure B enjoys fishing and snorkeling; catching wild game.

Figure C is partially deaf but still comes when you call her.

It’s hard, isn’t it!!?? First person to answer all correctly will get a special mention on the dog blog and a Snoop Dogg rhinestone studded collar with a hash pipe.

My dear readers!
I have just returned from cold, rainy, wet Milan- a beautiful land where the men wear gold chains, the women are voluptuous, the dogs solid. This isn’t France, my dears- it’s all pasta and pizza from here on out. And you can tell. These canines are Italian Stallions that you wouldn’t want to mess with. No bows- chains only. No sexy little get-ups; these babies would be tatted up, Harley-ridin’ tootsies, if they could. Case in point: This ball-swaggerin’ Bull looks as if he is saying, “HEY! You lookin’ at me??!” He is being confrontational, and I like that in a man.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=pKz-RXSeIYA

I’m giving the Snoop the highest honor…..that’s right. A spot on the “Dogg Blogg”. Snoop is cool, it’s not just smoke and mirrors with him. And by smoke and mirrors I mean a large gravity bong and blow in the back of a production trailer at 5am in the middle of some LA parking lot. Possibly with a taco truck nearby.

But wait. It gets better, because Snoop actually has a line of pet products out as well:

From the Master himself:

“Snoop Dogg’s love goes beyond people — it is for living creatures throughout the universe. How can I be Snoop Dogg and not show my love for pets?”

Well, there you have it folks. If anyone is interested, check out my secret source:

http://images.google.fr/imgres?imgurl=http://www.doggienews.com/uploaded_images/snoop-dog-pet-products-717770.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.doggienews.com/2006/03/shizzle-my-pizzle-stick.htm&h=393&w=393&sz=34&hl=fr&start=1&tbnid=UjAyUUxhzoDjgM:&tbnh=124&tbnw=124&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsnoop%2Bdogg%2Bwith%2Bdog%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Dfr

Wooa. Sorry about that.

I am heading to Milan tomorrow. I will be sure to update on the lovely Italian varieties and draw parallels to their French neighbors. I really, really, am crossing my fingers about some good outfits, in Milan of all places. Immediate first place to the first “couple” with matching outfits.

Before I discuss the leather hoodie this smash-face beaut is wearing, look at his little ankles! He is double jointed! His paw and part of his little leg are resting on the blankie.

This guy has a care-free ‘tude, and I like that. I found him at the flea market (emphasis on fleas), but he wasn’t for sale, though he likes to be about as old as the stuff he is guarding. Secondly, it was pretty warm this day- I mean, it was sunny, Thank God, and noon-ish, and a saucy 50-something degrees. But this dude looks like he hasn’t taken off his leather hoodie in YEARS. I mean, look at the wear and tear on that thing. He must be pretty ripe underneath it.

This specimen looks like he just walked off the film set of A Gentleman in Paris by Harry d’Abbadie d’Arrast. I see power! I see pride! From the words of those who saw him:

“A gentleman and a scholar, this fine noble beast skips and hops along with his Master with elegance and grace, his finely tufted jowls, mane, and…hairy legs… billowing gracefully with every strut. Never walking behind, he walks beside his Master with his head held proudly high, but never too big or too busy, as you see here, to grace us with his picture.”

-Jason, dog blog collaborator