Thanks for the Fountains of Wayne title.

This blog is a mainstay, a place where I know I can come for brilliant commentary and wry discourse. And basset photos. I’ve been coming here for years, said farewell to some candidates and to some sweet dogs, too. You can judge a blog by the commenters, and TBogg’s fans are among the smartest and funniest, which reflects well on our host.

Thanks for the memories, TBogg. Keep ‘em coming!

Yes, and it’s pretty obvious that the troops hate his guts. Clearly they were paid extra to cheer when he made that shot, and got bonus pay to gather around to shake his hand.

Happy B-Day, Mrs T-Bogg! Fifty isn’t all that bad, and you look terrific! No worries!

Hugs to you and your sweet, sweet bassets. Now go have some birthday cake!

Try Schizophrenic. Great song. The second album is my favorite: Everything Under the Sun.

Thanks for the head’s up! Huge fan of the Shins and looking forward to new stuff.

And I’ll plug another fave of mine, Jukebox the Ghost. I love them!

Thanks for the updates and commentary, tbogg. Brilliant coverage of a big problem, and I’ve seen a lot of links to your page for directions on how to donate to PP. Awesome!

What with her figural chicken spoon holder, pig-shaped salt holder, and double butter boats, her counters must look like the rummage sale in the church basement after Christmas. McArdle sure puts the “kitsch” in kitchen.

Sending positive thoughts for a good outcome. We adopted a lab mix as a pup and even though his name was Spanky, we usually called him the Six Million Dollar Dog. He had to have stomach surgery at six months, he ran away and was hit by a car and needed surgery to fix his leg, and then he developed a thyroid condition that required years of medication. Bless his heart, he was actually a sweetheart of a dog, just expensive to maintain!

This will work out. hugs to all.

And Matthew Boyle is a snotty little bitch.

I think Zombies are the scariest horror characters. Isn’t Frankenstein’s monster essentially a zombie? I was even terrified of Sean of the Dead, and that’s meant to be a funny zombie flick.

And Dick Cheney. He’s the scariest of them all.

More guns= less violence.

Sure, that makes perfect sense.

“Faith is what you have in things that don’t exist.”

Homer Simpson.

Well, for one thing, a true servant of God would speak to the needs of the poor, not criticize them for not paying taxes. He also needs to STFU about governing and keep his political views to himself.

Now more than ever we need to get rid of the tax exemption for churches. It’s time for bloated gasbags like Rick Warren to pay up and shut his piehole about other people not paying taxes.

Uh-oh! You left them out in the sun too long and they melted into each other!

What a relief! Thanks for the update, Mr T. I have been giving our dog Wendy some extra treats this weekend as a reminder of how lucky we are to have her. She extends her thanks and get well wishes to Fenway. ;-)

It’s easier to do battle when you know who the enemy is, and it sounds like you are now well-armed. I know it’s sacrilege to neuter a pure bred hound, but in this case it has to be done. Tell Fenway that sitting down will be easier than ever without the extra baggage.

Continued best wishes and hope for a smooth, uneventful recovery. You are all in our thoughts.

Thanks for the update, and hang in there. Any good news, no matter how small, is still good news. You have the positive thoughts from so many of us! Good dog, Fenway, good dog!

My heart is breaking for you, but I’m hoping that this crisis will pass and Fenway will be well again. We cannot bear to lose him and we extend our heartfelt support, courage and love to Fenway and your family.

We love our pets, but there are some pets who seem to touch us more deeply than others. When I was in high school, we adopted a Manchester/poodle mix and named him Bogart. He was the smartest dog I’ve ever known, and loaded with personality. He would climb up into my lap, wrap his paws around my neck, and lay his head on my shoulder when I sat down. He loved all of us and we adored him.

Years later, after I had married and moved a few miles away, I got the dreaded call from my mom. “Bo’s fading; you should come.”

I jumped into my car, my heart breaking, tears streaming down my face. When I got to my parent’s house, I could hear a terrible keening from inside. I burst into the family room and found him lying on the floor, my mom next to him. She told me she had held him in her arms all night andhe hadn’t stopped crying.

I lay down next to him and said, “I’m here, sweetheart. I love you! Good dog, good dog!”

He stopped the keening cry.

We took him to the emergency vet where he was given a shot to ease the pain and he died with all of his beloved family around him.

This happened twenty years ago and it still seems like yesterday.

I logged in to post my outrage, but the magnitude of my horror outweighs my anger right now. My heartfelt hopes extend to the families of the vicitms who have survived, my condloences to those who did not.