Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Family Values
While Kim Kardashian (and that 72-day marriage that earned her 19
million bucks) represents one facet of God-fearing family values, I
prefer my friend Kimberly’s grasp of the concept. Her son Trevor wanted
to celebrate his eighth birthday at Hooters so off they went. Not to be outdone, his sister asked to celebrate her 15th
birthday at a drag-queen cabaret. Last Friday Carly Jeanne, her mom and
a few assorted friends went to Diva Night at San Diego’s Lips, which bills itself as “The Ultimate in Drag Dining.” A marvelous time was had by all.
My, they grow up fast...
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Doccupy!
Why let the protesters in Oakland and Wall Street have all the fun? Dog
lovers want Big Brother’s giant foot (as well as leashes), off their
dogs’ necks and have decided to take a stand as well. Hence, Doccupy
Santa Cruz. A few dozen folks and their dogs gathered at my
once-favorite beach with howls of protest, demanding just a few lousy
yards of beach to let their dogs run free.
We are powerful - hear us bark!
Friday, February 10, 2012
What's Next for Candi?
The latest foster dog to arrive at Little Pup Lodge has had a rough
time of it since being here. Candi showed up emaciated and no matter how
much she ate she continued to lose weight. The ancient Chihuahua would
have been fine at 6 or 7 lbs., but came to us at 4 lbs. and dropping.
Candi had her blood drawn, an ultrasound and x-rays. Turns out her
intestinal wall had thickened, making it impossible to absorb nutrients.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Trouble in the 'Hood
Trouble in the ‘Hood
Years ago, we’re talking the mid-‘80s, San Diego decided to “revitalize” downtown, i.e. get rid of the pushers, bums and hookers. It worked; the gritty urban landscape transformed into a vibrant destination for shopping, dining and nightlife. However, those pesky problems it displaced had to go somewhere. Eventually, hookers were pushed as far north as Encinitas, a quiet little surf village with surprisingly few johns.
But they love dogs!!
Years ago, we’re talking the mid-‘80s, San Diego decided to “revitalize” downtown, i.e. get rid of the pushers, bums and hookers. It worked; the gritty urban landscape transformed into a vibrant destination for shopping, dining and nightlife. However, those pesky problems it displaced had to go somewhere. Eventually, hookers were pushed as far north as Encinitas, a quiet little surf village with surprisingly few johns.
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