05 Jan 07 I Repent
On the 98th day, I repent.
Yes, it was I who made reference to Chipper as being Greg’s "blog cash cow."
This unfortunate reference resulted in complete Chipper abstinence.
Who knows what Chipper has been up to these last 98 days?
What thrilling stories have we missed? We don’t know and it’s all my fault. For that, I repent.
Has she rescued people from burning buildings? We don’t know and it’s all my fault. For that, I repent.
Has she become certified as a guide dog or therapy dog? We don’t know and it’s all my fault. For that, I repent.
Greg, my friend and my brother from another mother, I beg you: thrill us, inspire us, move us once again with humor and loving anecdotes from the life and adventures of Chipper.
And yes, for that, I repent.
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“My friend and brother from another mother?” You’re a poet and didn’t know it…………or maybe you did.
Anyway, go and sin no more………………!
Good one, Judy. Personally, I think Chipper has become YOUR blog cash cow.
BTW, liked the graphic…
How could I not forgive you, you lovable lug, yas! Actually, the absence of any news from the Chipperfront is that she simply has done nothing worthy of an article. Unless keeping the back yard in a state of mess that resembles ground zero of any type of explosion, she mainly just amuses me with her incessant antics to get my attention.
I just read your blog to Janice. I gotta tell you, Randy, this is one of your best! It is inspiring and encouraging and uplifting. It’s good to have the “old Randy” back … the one with the sense of humor! You’ve been too serious for too long.
No, no, oh no . . . come to your senses, man! Do you realize what you have done?
Peace.
Thank you Randy. I too miss Cujo, I mean Chipper! I feel like eating my sunglasses.
I’m going to have to ask the question now, and show my ignorance one more time. Exactly what is a “blog cash cow?”
[...] I would dedicate this blog to my younger brother as today is his birthday, but he never reads my blog so on to other matters . . .Due to enormous pressure (approximately three comments if one can, in fact, approximate the number 3) from the blog community at large, I feel compelled to bring this rather non-eventful update on our psycho-puppy. [Note: Click here and here for reference.] As to Randy’s inquiry, no, she has not saved anyone from peril, nor has she qualified as a seeing-eye or therapy dog. Anyone who has ever had the unfortunate experience of actually entering her area of confinement knows that she would make an excellent nusiance dog, were there a need for such an animal. She continues to behave as if she were, in fact, the center of the universe so there is a consistency about her in that respect.She still sits by the back door every afternoon and let us know we’re not doing what we should be doing - i.e., either taking her for a walk, feeding her, or just playing with her - by emitting some of the most pathetic sounds ever heard by human ears. By the way, playing with her involves her finding the closest object she can secure in her mouth and then teasing you to try and remove it … all the while she stays as far from you as she can while maintaining eye contact. Sort of a one-sided, deranged form of "catch." I now walk her on a 16-foot retractable leash so she can have a little free space to do her thing, which makes walking her somewhat easier. I no longer use the pinch collar as she has a way of constantly getting her foot caught in it because she has her head so close to the ground sniffing every square inch of our two-mile walk. The fact that the near-100-day Chipper-dearth brought Randy to a point of confession and repentance leads me to wonder if she is not, after all, a gift from God?! Perhaps even some sort of spiritual sign? Maybe I could start a Chipper ministry … put her on TV … guady stage with throne-looking chairs … bring in special musical guests who think they can sing because nobody has been honest enough to tell them, "Thy singing sucketh!" … get my wife to wear extremely thick make-up and outrageous hairstyles and cry a lot on-camera … ask for donations … get myself some hair inplants … put a few "stooges" (in the bad sense of stooges, not in the good Three Stooges sense of stooges) in the audience to fake responses … and become very, very wealthy … buy houses around the world … private jet … garages full of cars … Rolex watches … book / CD ministry … all in the name of Jesus??!!?? Could it be that is what Randy had in mind all along when he said something about Chipper being my "cash cow"! How could I have been so blind, so deaf, so distracted to have missed it?[Photos: Top, Cecil momentarily containing the psycho-pup with two-handed, choke hold. If you could see the original photo, you’d see a look of apprehension on Cecil’s face. He barely takes his eye off Chipper long enough to look at the camera. Bottom, close up of face over the wall. This is generally what greets people as they attempt to enter our back yard. It can be intimidating for the unsuspecting guest. For that matter, sometimes at night I forget that she’s there and she scares the bejeebers out of me when "the face" suddenly appears!] [...]