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Area Dog Will Never Live Up To Dog On Purina Bag

KANSAS CITY, MO—Although those close to Buster characterize him as a good boy, the area collie-rottweiler mix reported Monday that he will never live up to the standard set by the show-quality golden retriever on the Purina Dog Chow bag.

"I try as hard as I can," said Buster, lying on his blanket in the entryway of the Hopkins-family home. "I welcome [Buster's owner] Gerald [Hopkins] home every night with lots and lots of barks and leaps. And when he sits down in his chair to read, I lie quietly at his feet. Still, when I see that dog on the Dog Chow bag, I feel like I'm nothing."

Without lifting his head from his paws, Buster turned his eyes to the shelf above the dryer, where the trim and muscular golden retriever on the 40-pound bag of Purina Dog Chow bounded across a green lawn. According to Buster, the dog is almost certainly American Kennel Club-certified.

"Look at that coat," Buster said. "Thick and soft... And his color! Varying shades of rich and lustrous gold. As for me, I'm sort of a rough, dull black, and I know it. I've known it since I figured out that the strange, scentless dog in the mirror is me. Ever since then...well, I try my best not to whine, but it's hard to live with the fact that I will never measure up."

"It didn't take two vets to piece together what breed that dog was," Buster added.

Buster admitted that not one member of the Hopkins family has ever compared him unfavorably to the dog on the food bag.

"But I know what they must be thinking," Buster said, baring his teeth to reveal two misaligned incisors. "Just look at this messed-up bite. The kids hug me when they feed me, but over their shoulders, I can see Golden Boy over there, staring down at me from the Purina bag."

Buster said his worst days are those when a family member forgets to return the Purina bag back to the shelf after feeding him.

"Oh, I go positively crazy," Buster said, pausing to gnaw a spot on his left hindquarter. "He's right there, staring me down, eye to eye, all day long. The only way I can get away from his strong nose and bright eyes is to put my own head in the bag. And, you know how it is, once you smell the kibble, you can't help but eat all of it... And then there's no question about it: I'm the worse dog."

Added Buster: "No, the dog on that bag would never eat himself sick and then make a mess on the floor."

Buster noted the gracefulness of the golden retriever's movements. "Aw Jeez, look at him go," Buster said. "I can't even shamble up the stairs without tripping. That dog looks so confident and intelligent. Meanwhile, I still fall for the old fake stick toss half the time."

A fit, attractive woman in her 30s accompanies the golden retriever on the Dog Chow bag. According to Buster, the tall, upright-walking woman looks uncannily like his owner's wife.

"I look at the bag, and I think, 'That looks like Susan, all right, but that dog sure doesn't look like me,'" said Buster, a hint of a growl in his throat. "I have to wonder if Susan sees the bag and thinks the same thing. When we're out on walks, is she embarrassed to be seen with me?"

"I love my human family with all my heart," Buster added. "They deserve the dog from that bag."

Elaine Thannum, a noted animal behaviorist and author of The Breeding Myth, said that idealized media images contribute to self-esteem problems among pets.

"Unfortunately, the inadequacy Buster is feeling is common among normal, everyday dogs," Thannum said. "No matter how much their families love them, regular dogs can't help but be affected by the unrealistic images shoved down their throats by dog-food companies like Purina, Cycle, and Iams. Dogs like Buster need to understand that if they were to meet the supposedly perfect animals they see on the food bag, they'd see and smell dogs with a lot of the same problems they have."

Los Angeles-based purebred Troubadour's Golden Dawn appears on millions of Purina Dog Chow bags, as well as a Clarinex print ad and packages of Nylabone chew toys.

"Let me tell you, it is not easy being me," Troubadour's Golden Dawn said. "Do you know what it's like to have judges and photographers poking and prodding you all day long? What I wouldn't give to have a fun, playful family. I'd roll over and play dead to be able to eat Purina-brand Dog Chow, instead of that all-natural, vitamin-flavored concoction I have to choke down."

"And believe me," the 3-year-old golden retriever added, "you don't want to get me started about what it feels like to have to compete for jobs with that nippy little blond bitch on the Puppy Chow bag."

from The Onion
 
I read this article to my dog. She's up there amongst the ranks of garbage can tipping/ eating, couch potatoe, bag of flatulence breeds.

To her it's whats inside the bag that counts. She also noted that no one but Lassie could promote canine products with such finesse, it's not the class you're in but the class you have.
 
Cats always smack of autocracy, but there's something democratic about a dog.

Dog

The dog trots freely in the street
and sees reality
and the things he sees
are bigger than himself
and the things he sees
are his reality
Drunks in doorways
Moons on trees
The dog trots freely thru the street
and the things he sees
are smaller than himself
Fish on newsprint
Ants in holes
Chickens in Chinatown windows
their heads a block away
The dog trots freely in the street
and the things he smells
smell something like himself
The dog trots freely in the street
past puddles and babies
cats and cigars
poolrooms and policemen
He doesn't hate cops
He merely has no use for them
and he goes past them
and past the dead cows hung up whole
in front of the San Fransisco Meat Market
He would rather eat a tender cow
than a tough policeman
though either might do
And he goes past the Romeo Ravioli Factory
and past Coit's Tower
and past Congressman Doyle
He's afraid of Coit's Tower
but he's not afraid of Congressman Doyle
although what he hears is very discouraging
very depressing
very absurd
to a sad young dog like himself
to a serious dog like himself
But he has his own free world to live in
His own fleas to eat
He will not be muzzled
Congressman Doyle is just another
fire hydrant
to him
The dog trots freely in the street
and has his own dog's life to live
and to think about
and to reflect upon
touching and tasting and testing everything
investigating everything
without benefit of perjury
a real realist
with a real tale to tell
and a real tail to tell it with
a real live
_______ barking
_____________ democratic dog
engaged in real
____________ free enterprise
with something to say
_________________ about ontology
something to say
_____________ about reality
_______________________ and how to see it
__________________________________ and how to hear it
with his head cocked sideways
_______________________ at streetcorners
as if he is just about to have
______________________ his picture taken
___________________________________ for Victor Records
__________________ listening for
___________________________ His Master's Voice
___________ and looking
____________________ like a living questionmark
____________________________________ into the
_________________________________ great gramophone
________________________________ of puzzling existence
_____________________________with its wondrous hollow horn
________________________________ which always seems
______________________________ just about to spout forth
______________________________________________ some Victorious answer
__________________________________________________ to everything

1958
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
 
cantdog said:
Cats always smack of autocracy, but there's something democratic about a dog.

Dog

The dog trots freely in the street
and sees reality
and the things he sees
are bigger than himself
and the things he sees
are his reality
Drunks in doorways
Moons on trees...<snip>


I loved it, Cdog. You might enjoy this book of poems by writers' dogs: Unleashed.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/A...6/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-5722694-6643127

"Love Song"

~ by Audrey (the dog of writer Jim Shepherd)

The door, friends, will not
Open. My kidneys urge
The tedious quotidian.
I have measured out my life
With quiet whines.

I grow old...I grow old...
In endless dog's manure I'll have rolled.

No! I am not Ch. Dandie Dinsmore,
Nor was meant to be;
Just a beta dog, one that will do
To swell a pack, start a fight or two
Advise the alpha, deferential,
Glad to be of use,
A rear-sniffer, meticulous,
Politic, cautious, a bit obtuse.

Shall I drink from the toilet? Do I dare steal from the plate?
I shall sleep upon their bed, on those nights they return late.
I shall steal away his slipper, then steal away its mate.
 
Do you want to know why dogs sniff each other's asses?

Well, there's a union hall for dogs some where in Space and Time where all the dogs that have ever existed meet on occasion. Now you know where they are when you're wondering where they went.

Before they can enter, the individual dog must hang it's asshole on a hook in the entrance foyer.

One meeting there is a call of 'Fire!' In the ensuing panic, all the dogs rushed to the foyer, grabbed the first asshole they could find and took off.

So now, when a dog sniffs another dog's butt it's really asking, "Do you have my asshole?"
 
"Look at that coat," Buster said. "Thick and soft . . . And his color! Varying shades of rich and lustrous gold.
Goldie is always carefully photographed from the front or the left, as the rogaine has never properly replaced the worn patch on his right haunch, the result of years of travelling in a metal dog carrier from show to show doing personal appearances.
"It didn't take two vets to piece together what breed that dog was," Buster added.
It did, however, take several teams of cosmetic surgeons to keep him looking golden. Yearly sessions of Liposuction, as Goldie’s schedule of public appearances posing – as though before a show judge – leaves no time for healthy exercise. Tummy, chest and withers tucks are a routinely administered, and extensive reconstruction with a custom-made penile implant, gives Goldie the self-confidence to appear healthy and intelligent during carefully orchestrated public exposures.
Added Buster: "No, the dog on that bag would never eat himself sick and then make a mess on the floor."
No. For any chance at maintaining a svelte appearance and a sedentary lifestyle, Goldie resorts to a form of bulimia, where he wolfs down a small portion, vomits it back up, eats it, rejects it, and so on, until his appetite has been blunted.
What I wouldn't give to have a fun, playful family. I'd roll over and play dead to be able to eat Purina-brand Dog Chow, instead of that all-natural, vitamin-flavored concoction I have to choke down."
That vitamin-flavor in Goldie’s dietary supplement, industry insiders have confirmed, exists only to disguise the taste of the ingredient from his illicit supply of Fen-Phen. Says Goldie’s nutritionist, Dr. Blake Kevorkian, “Dangerous? Of course it is dangerous, but then it’s a short life anyway, when you want to be Top Dog!”
 
BlackShanglan said:
Purina Dog Chow dog, eat your heart out. :D

Oh, what a lovely animal, Shanglan! Is the pup yours?
 
yui said:
Oh, what a lovely animal, Shanglan! Is the pup yours?

All mine :) And now another like her as well. They are a beautiful pair. Puppy is now on the floor of my office sleeping off her woozies from yesterday's spay. (I should probably clarify that "puppy" is 6 months and 75 pounds).

Shanglan
 
Horses are having puppies. A king-sized package of M&Ms now contains 12 M&Ms. The Pope is a product of taxidermy, ventriloquism and a team of puppeteers. What next?
 
Edgar Cayce is supposed to know what next, but I think it's hooey.
 
shereads said:
Horses are having puppies. A king-sized package of M&Ms now contains 12 M&Ms. The Pope is a product of taxidermy, ventriloquism and a team of puppeteers. What next?
wait, youre confusing me ...
you mean the pope is in the white house?


btw...sher...holy mother of god... sweet av!
 
cantdog said:
Edgar Cayce is supposed to know what next, but I think it's hooey.

Hooey is another good name for a dog. A brother for Hubris.
 
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