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I'm Smush-faced and I Vote

I'm Smush-faced and I Vote
Originally uploaded by wombatarama

Obama sweeps the Pug-American demographic!

Now I have to go write two post election pet stories. I am not making this up.

Pug with Large Voter Turnout

Only a small section of the line, about 9 am. No way to get the whole line and a visible pug in the picture.

Murder most foul

The purloined pumpkin was returned safely - it was found on the front wall of the house next door. But then, we came home from dinner last night to this gruesome scene.



Perhaps the kidnapping of the other pumpkin was a red herring meant to distract attention from which pumpkin was really in danger?

Unfortunately, the corpse had been moved, no doubt destroying vital evidence, by the time I investigated. I was only informed of the situation belatedly, when we were out for dinner, and the Technical Staff realized that he'd forgotten to mention seeing a pumpkin smashed in front of the house as he drove by. By the time we got home again, someone had replaced it on the retaining wall.

Purloined pumpkin!

The pumpkin in the last post (better view here) was gone when we went to blow its candle out last night.

It had gotten a lot of compliments from kids all night, and whoever took it had to walk up the stairs, and ignored the much lamer pumpkin that was right at the bottom of them:



I guess I should be flattered, but why did they leave the lid? I imagine a gang of inexperienced pumpkin thieves getting back to their lair and yelling at each other "I thought YOU had the lid!"

Happy Halloween

from the barfing pumpkin in the dark

One country divided by a common language

Yesterday I talked to a very friendly and helpful lady on the phone about a dried sweet potato product for dogs. She had one of those Midwestern accents in which, in my experience, people are always just so nice to other people.

What do you suppose these people do when they need to swear? Do they suddenly sound like they were born in the Bronx?

My linguistics education tells me no, but my gut instinct has a hard time believing it.