Wednesday, December 30, 2009

New Years Resolutions from Mr. Wendell and Pepper


Happy New Year!  It is your pal Mr. Wendell here with my and Pepper's list of New Year's Resolutions.  Since Pepper refuses to have anything to do with self improvement, I will be designing New Year's resolutions for her. 

Before I dive into New Year's resolutions, let me tell you about our Christmas.  I must say, it was a real tail wagger.  First, my grandma and grandpa came in from South Carolina.  I really like when they come in.  It is an extra lap or two to lay on, more food scraps at the table and my grandma has a secret stash of dog bisquits that she slips me and my sister at bed time.  It does not get much better than that. 

Anyways, they were here about a week visiting.  I guess they went to some ballet "The Nutcracker" on Christmas Eve.  My dad pretended it was a good time, but I could tell he was bored.  I guess some 8 foot tall guy sat in front of him and besides the guys ears, my dad did not get to see much.  On Saturday, we went to visit King Syrus and Ms. Tracy down in Carmel.  It was a good time. 

So anyways, here are my resolutions for next year.  I am only going to do four, because any more than that and I will not be able to remember them.   Here we go.

Resolution Number One:  I will not lick myself in naughty places in front of company.  It seems natural to me to want to take care of my hygeine, but I understand that sometimes I may be grossing people out.

Resolution Number Two:  I will stop sniffing other dogs rear ends when there are humans around.  My dad always says he is glad humans don't have the same practice. 

Resolution Number Three:  I will try to stay awake longer than an hour a day. 

Resolution Number Four:  I will stop kissing my dad's face after licking myself in naughty places. 

I should be able to do all of these...at least for a few hours.

Here is a nice picture of my sister in New Year's Eve attire and the resolutions I designed for her.

Pepper's Resolutions for 2010

#1:  I will no longer do the butt walk on my dad's pillow when I get mad at him.  I will use his blanket instead.

#2  I will stop stealing all of Mr. Wendell's bones and hiding them in places that he cannot find them.

#3  I will stop using the carpet under the dining room table as a pee pad because I am too lazy sometimes to walk to where my mom usually puts them and blaming Mr. Wendell for doing it.

#4 When my dad says lets go outside, I will stop running under the bed and hiding from him. 

#5)  I promise to be nicer, less judgmental and patient with Mr. Wendell.


For the New Year's Eve celebration, my mom and dad will undoubtedly be sitting on the coach drinking wine and watching movies...just like all the other residents at the old folks rest home.  Gee whiz guys, go do something!

Happy New Year!

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Paw Humbug! By Pepper

I want to go on record that I hate the holiday season.  Why?

Take a look!


Every year, my mom gets the bright idea that sending the relatvies and friends pictures of me dressed for Christmas is "cute".  I hate it.  The SPCA is going to get a call from me about this continued exploitation of my image.  Even Mr. Wendell looks like he hates it. 

The whole process is a nightmare.  First she dresses us up.  This in itself is crazy.  Think about it.  A late 30's woman dressing furry dogs up. She usually talks to us while she does it...telling Mr. Wendell "Yoooooouuuuu look soooooooo handsome young man!" or baby talking to me "Ms Pepper, you are so prettttty in this dress".  What is she?  A 8 year old girl dressing up a Barbie for a tea party?  Grow up lady!

Then she spends what seems like an hour prepping the area where she wants to take the picture.  Hey!  Get a clue, dress me afterward if you must.  You wear a fur coat as an undershirt to a heavy red cotton jacket.  It is hot!

Then, in a nightmare of flashes, she takes dozens of pictures hoping to get the exact right one.  She would not sit still for as long as she wants us to sit still, yet she expects us to sit there waiting on her.  This year, my idiot dad saved Mr. Wendell and I from hours of torture by whipping out some beef jerky and bribing us to look at him.  If he had just pulled out the jerky I would have thought him brilliant.  However, he must of asked Mr. Wendell and I 200 times in that stupid sing song "Does Pepper want a treat?  DOES Missssster Wendellllll want a BIIIIG treat?  What a jamoke. 

Oh yea, I forgot this gem...

The building owners where I live decided to get festive and put a Christmas Tree in the lobby.  However, they really went all out.  They must have ordered it straight from http://www.artificialcrappytrees.com/.  It is the artificial version of the Charlie Brown Christmas tree...3 feet tall, fake plastic foliage that is as thin as my dad's hair and a cheesey string of lights they must have stolen from a homeless guy.  It is really, really bad.




If I sound bitter and angry about the holidays, it is because I am.  Mr. Wendell is so angry he said he has been lifting his leg on the tree my mom put up in our living room. 




PAW HUMBUG!!!!!!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Another weekend, another car ride....whatever! By Ms. Pepper

I don't know why my hyper active dad thinks that I want to abandon my warm blanket, bones and toys to go exploring California...but he does.  It is annoying and I generally don't like it.  What really chaps my ass is the fake nice, motivated tone of his voice when he says "DOES PEPPER WANT TO GO FOR A RIDE IN THE CAR?"  Then the bent over, hands on his knees....COME ON!  COME ON GIRL!  COME ON PEPPER" sends me over the top.  Honestly, it makes me want put my leash on, tie it to something high off the ground and launch myself off a ledge.  (Editor's note:  As Pepper wears a harness, this would not have the impact she thinks it would!)  Mr. Wendell, ever the sycophantic "Yes Man" wags his tail, runs around the house and generally acts like a fool.  Just for a stinkin car ride usually to no where. 

Anyways, my parents decided to take us to one of the many "Redwood State/National Parks" to go see some big trees.  Big trees.  Think about it.   We were supposed to get excited about hopping in the car just to see trees that are big.  What a waste of time.  I could have been napping...instead I was held pawstage (instead of hostage!) while my soon to be granola chomping, flannel shirt and Birkenstock wearing parents went to go see big trees!  They have been on the left coast for too long.  Thats my opinion.

Anyways, these two pictures say it all.  Mr. Wendell was shaking like a crack addict who just turned in a trash bag full of plastic bottles for rebate when he saw the trees.  Needless to say he pee'd on everyone of these big trees that he could!




Then, as if the indignity of walking around the park was not enough, my mom and dad decided that they should take pictures of me and my brother next to the trees, in my mom's arms and in my dad's arms. 

I am worried that there are more days of exploring in my future.  I am going to try to figure out how to fake heartworms.  Maybe then, they will just let me sleep in my blanket like some dog version of Ferris Bueller.

Oh yeah, I stole and chewed down to nothing Mr. Wendell's favorite bone after his stupid "Paws Up" sign off last time.  May he get a lump of cat poop for Christmas.

Feeling Surly....

Pepper

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

I went for another ride in the car...Mr. Wendell


Cheerio folks!  Here I am behind the wheel of Benson.  Benson you ask?  That is the stupid name my dad gave to his car.  He thought the it needed a name and since Land Rovers were British, that it should be named a good sturdy English name. 


I was on the way down to see my Pomeranian cousin, Syrus (we call him King Syrus) for Thanksgiving.  Syrus was in good health and a holiday mood.  I was not in such a great mood.  My dad must have been drinking a little sweet potatoe wine when he programmed the GPS.  What should have taken about 2 hours took about four and a half.  Four and a half hours with my sister, dad, mom and my human sister Cassie and her boyfriend was not a lot of fun.  Anyways, we had a great visit with King Syrus, had a bit of turkey and got to stay in an overpriced hotel.

Speaking of my human sister.  She and her boyfriend came to visit over the holiday weekend.  It was good to see them. We did a bunch of cool things.  We took them to the Golden Gate Bridge, took a double decker bus tour, ate at a few restuarants, toured the city and  went to a musical down at the Orpheum theater called Wicked.  They liked San Francisco!


While on the Golden Gate Bridge, we saw this sign.  Now, I am not a psychiatrist, but I really wonder if this sign has ever done anything more than make people laugh and take pictures of it. 

Imagine...you are at the end of your rope.  Dispondent.  Irrational.  Ready to take yourself off the high diving board called the Golden Gate Bridge.  You come across this sign.  "The consequences of jumping off this bridge are fatal and tragic."  If I was in the mood to take the plunge, reading this sign would be encouragement.  Awesome, I came here to get the job done and this sign is almost a guarantee!

Paws up!

Wendell

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Bums, Trust Fund Brats and Bart Bad Boys....Mr. Ed

So, on the eve of the Thanksgiving Holiday time for a snarky rant or three! 

Brats:

First, let me go off on the trust fund brats at the UC Berkeley.  It seems that the laws of the economy don't apply to you if you go to school there.  If you were not aware, California is a state the subsidizes college tuition for the kiddies who are residents going to state schools.  A pretty cool deal for the residents of California.  Until the economy went south.  Currently, if the state of California were a company, it would be bankrupt and out of business.  State government slack jaws have decided to tax businesses out of the state...but that is a different story. 






Anyways, the state has had to reduce some services, cut some classes (Story Link Here)  and the like to try to make up for the budget deficits.  Included in these cuts have been a reduction in custodial services at UCB.  So, this week the news has been filled with pictures of our future doctors, engineers, lawyers and leaders protesting, dumping garbage and damaging the school they go to.  Trust fund brats who hop into BMWs and Mercedes to go home have decided that the economy does not apply to them and are protesting.  Knuckle heads.


Bums:

Christine got an eye full today.  Apparently a 19 year old female meth head decided to empty both tanks (if you get my drift) on the side walk right in front of Christine about three blocks from our house.  Nice.  San Francisco is a beautiful place...but a little less so on the side walk between our Condo and Costcos!


Bad Boys on the BART:

BART is the train system between downtown and most of the burbs of San Francisco.  It is a great system, but as you are sharing it with all sorts of folks you get a slice of humanity cut in every direction.   When the news took a break from the brats at UCB, they focused ad nauseum on the poor police officer who had to drag a knucklehead off of BART over the weekend. 

Apparently, a guy (probably a UCB grad!) that had been arrested earlier in the day for public disturbance decided he needed to catch a train home.  You guessed it...he decided to cause a disturbance on the train, prompting the train conductor to contact the police.  The officer met the train at a station and attempted to talk to the bonehead like a rational adult.  Said bonehead decided that yelling at the cop was a good idea.   The officer grabbed the guy and yanked him off the train and out the door.  The crowd on the train gives the cop an ovation as he takes the jerk off the train.   Apparently, they had to put up with this numbskull for miles. 

It is hard to see exactly what happened on the video (BART Story) but as the cop puts him off the train the guy falls and breaks a window with his head.  It did not look agressive or excessive to me, but of course every citizen's group in San Fran is decrying the excessive force.  I say shut up already!  First, the idiot would not have been tossed off the train if he was not violating everyone elses rights.  Second, the officer gave him a chance to act like a responsible adult and get off the train (he chose to yell at the cop).  Finally, the officer did not beat the guy up or go over the top.  He took him off the train and unfortunately a window got broken.

I cannot imagine what it must be like to be a good honest law enforcement officer these days.  With cell phones, YouTube and a component of society that believes they have the right to act like fools it must be hard to do the job they do.  Hats off to them!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

A ride in the car...Ms. Pepper and Mr. Wendell




Saturday, my mom and dad took us for a ride in the car.  Usually this means we are going to visit the vet, so we were a little nervous and annoyed.  I mean who wants to deal with a rectal thermometer, muzzles and yappy little misbreeds like Yorkie-doodles.  Yorkie-doodles?  They are dog breeding science fair experiments gone bad, in my opinion.  Give me a break.

My dad took us over the Golden Gate Bridge and into what they call the Marin Headlands.  The Marin Headlands, I guess, are part of the Golden Gate National Park.  It is a beautiful, commercially undeveloped area of land about 7 miles from downtown San Francisco featuring spectacular bay and ocean views.  My sister and I were amazed that even though we were so close to downtown there were hardly any cars.  There are some buildings as the US Government during World War II decided that they wanted to fortify the west coast after Pearl Harbor.

Here are a couple pictures of the area...




My mom and dad took us for a walk around the beach area and up through some of the hills.  It was a fun walk.  At least I thought so.  There were hardly any people, a cool little trail and plenty of things to pee on!

You can see that my sister, the always adventurous Miss Pepper, was not happy with the clean air, sun and scenery.  She is never happy.  She needs a pet therapist...or pet exorcist...or a good whack on the butt with a rolled up Wall Street Journal.



(Miss Pepper...in my defense, I was bundled in a warm blanket, enjoying the sun coming in the window when my chocalate dipped expresso bean chomping excuse for a father decides he needed "family time".  Dad, next time you want to enjoy family time leave me out of it.)

Mr Wendell.  Oh yeah, my dad is signed up for yet another Ironman.  He is scheduled for an Ironman Lousville Rematch in August of 2010.  Pepper says he is eating too much pizza and other things and will not be in shape for it.  She is so supportive.

Finally, Pep and I want to give a shout out to Aunt Nola!  We miss you a lot.  My mom and dad said that maybe we can have you come stay with us for a few days next year when they go for thier annual gambling binge in Las Vegas.  Part work, fun and part visit your old friends! 

Two paws up!  Mr. Wendell!



Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Bad Boys, bad boys, what cha going to do? By Pepper and Wendell

Today's morning started off like a Cops! episode. 






All my brother and I wanted to do was go outside, take a leak, sniff a few trees and maybe catch up with a few of our dog friends.  Instead, we found ourselves apparently in the middle of a drug bust.

So, we were doing our normal walk around the Civic Center, Ballet and City Hall.  (Picture below.)



There was a sketchy looking kid standing right about where the steps can be viewed on the picture.  My mom was nervous because he had his hood wrapped around his head.  She made sure he saw that she was aware of him and kept walking.  Sketchy looking people are not out of place here, but for some reason my mom thought he was sketchier than most!

I was not worried.  Mr. Wendell and I are trained lethal attack Chihuahuas and we would have gone ninja on his ass if he tried anything!  We would have bit his ankles til they bled!

Anyways...we started walking towards the condo which is about two blocks away.  All of a sudden we heard a commotion and then the kid came tearing by us.  He was looking over his shoulder like someone was chasing him.  Probably, because there was!  My mom was not sure if he was running from a gang or what...

Seconds after the kid ran by, my mom's sleeve got brushed by a big guy in chase of the kid.  He caught up with the kid quickly.  Tackling him while pulling his gun and cuffs out at about the same time!  My mom was amazed.  7:00 in the morning is too early for this kind of stuff.

The oddest part of this?  There was an old, badly dressed drag queen sitting on the steps reading right in front of the tackling and cuffing site.  The guy (?)  did not even look up...as if this kind of thing happens every day.  In contrast, my mom had a "What the ****?" expression on her face!!!

Just another day in urban paradise!  The rest of the day was boring in contrast!

Sunday, November 15, 2009

My Mom and Dad are bankrupting Red Robin Restaurants...By Mr. Wendell


None of you had any idea I am an active stock trader.  Somehow, I managed to hide this talent well.  Don't let my mild mannered demeanor and apparent lack of discretionary investable funds fool you.  I am a four legged version of Warren Buffett. 
In fact, if you look closely, we even look alike!

Here is a stock tip for all of my dedicated readers. 

Short Red Robin Restuarant Stock!
Check out the chart  Red Robin's Stock Chart NASDAQ:RRGB  the picture does not lie!

Now, I will let you all know why the stock is down.  Analysts blame the economy...giving you the notion that people are not eating burgers and fries in the down turn.  Bully-sticks I say!

The real is reason can be traced back to my mom and dad. 

Until August 1st of this year, my mom and dad ate at Red Robin's at least once a week.  Typically, they would each eat a burger and have two or three margharitas served up by the Amazing Linda, the best bartender in the universe.  Do the math folks.  My mom and dad were a major sales revenue channel for Red Robin that has disappeared.







Now that they have moved, the average amount of beef and tequila moved by Red Robin has been reduced greatly...resulting in the restuarant missing sales figures.  Hence, the stock price getting slammed. 

There are no Red Robins near our new house.  If Red Robin wants to move the stock, then they need to move more Burning Love Burgers or Jamaican Jerk Chicken Sandwiches.  How they would do that is by putting a Red Robin on the corner of Van Ness and Market Street!

For those of you who want to make some money, until RR wakes up and smells the french fries, short the stock!

Mr. Wendell


Saturday, November 7, 2009

City People, by Wendell and Pepper

My dad wanted us to post this stupid picture.  Apparently, some marketing lame brain thought a name for a linen cabinet should be "Edland".  If he were here, I would raise my right leg up and let him know what I think of this name on his pant leg.




Pepper and I have been debating whether we want to talk about some of the people we meet on our daily walks around our new home.  I did not want to as some people may think this sounds mean.  However, Pepper said we should tell people about our neighborhood and that we can do it and still be nice.  So, here goes....

The majority of the people here seem to be pretty normal.  Normal, but in a hurry always.  We have never seen so many people in such a hurry to get places.  If they were dogs attached to a snow sled, they could win the Iditarod. 

However, this would be a boring posting if Pep and I talked about normal every day Joe's and Jills.  Pepper and I are going to talk about four types of special people we seem to meet on a daily basis.

"Screamers".



Screamers come in all shapes and sizes.  Screamers can be male, female, white, black, Asian, short and tall.  Common to all Screamers is that they yell , red faced, at no one in particular.  Apparently, "no one" is not listening because they usually repeat the same sentence over and over.  Yesterday, one of these folks must have decided he liked something. 

"I like it!!!!"  he shouted. 

Ten seconds later..."I like it!!!!" 

A breif pause..."I like it!!!"  "I like it!!!!" 

Apparently, he liked it.  Pepper and I could not see what he was liking but he sure did!  We hope we get us a bone that tastes that good.

About a week ago, Pepper and I saw a man in the courtyard at the Opera house looking at the garbage bins.  He had a raggedy old red beach towel tucked into the back of his collar.  Every 15 seconds or would look around and shout at the top of his lungs "I AM BAT-MAN!"  "I AM BAT-MAN".  Bruce Wayne must have hit a rough spot in this bad economy because he was dumpster diving.  "I...AM...BAT-MAN!!!"


Secondly, we notice people like to nap on the street here a lot.  (Pepper, take over typing please!)


Mr. Wendell and I are no strangers to spinning three times and plopping down whereever we are for a little beauty snooze.  We view this as healthy and encourage everyone to sleep more during the day.  So, when we see people laying on the sidewalk or in doorways or on benches in the park, we just wag our tales and walk on by. 


Apparently, shopping tires people out.  Many of the nappers look like they were coming home from SafeWay.  I am not sure SafeWay appreciates them taking the shopping carts home with them, but I guess the SafeWay SuprSavr card has its privledges.  Mr. Wendell thinks they smell funny, but I think he smells funny so he shouldn't talk.


Thirdly, the people who go through garbage cans are so polite! 

Two or three times a week, Mr. Wendell and I walk by people who are going through the neighborhood garbage cans.  Two paws up and a tail wag for them!!!!  They appear to be environmentalists as they always pull recycleable cans and bottles out that careless humans have thrown away.  Also, they seem to be very polite.  They always greet people..."Good morning Ma'am!"  or "Have a nice day".  My mom tries not to be rude but she usually does not say much.  Sometimes she says Good Morning! back.  Mr. Wendell growls at them.  He is a cranky young man.  There is no use being so mean Wendell! 


Finally, old men dance in the street here! 

Today as an example, my mom, Wendell and I watched a man dancing for nearly ten minutes.  The man was dancing in front of car that was being worked on by a locksmith.  A nicely dressed man was talking with the locksmith as it looked like he may have left his keys in the car.  Apparently, Dancing Bob (my nickname for him) was doing something like an old fashioned Native American Indian rain dance in hopes that the locksmith who was working hard on the lock would be successful.  He was dancing, pointing his fingers to the sky, disco dancing, River Dancing and folding his hands in prayer as he danced.  His dancing must have been the edge...the door popped open after about ten minutes of his dancing.  Dancing must make people thirsty as this man had some white Gatorade in a brown paper bag that he was swigging from.  He was so happy when the door popped open. 

These people don't seem to pay a lot of attention to us.  Probably because Mr. Wendell growls at them.






Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween, Critical Mass Commentary and Wendell Update....E

San Franciscoans take Halloween seriously!  Last night on my way home from work, I must have seen hundreds of people dressed up in costumes.  (This contrasts with just "mere" dozens I might see on a daily basis.)  There were Elvis's on bikes, men dressed as women, zombies in business suits...you name it, I saw it. 

What was most interesting to me was that the normal Joe or Jill on the sidewalk seemed to pay no attention.  I saw no laughs, no chuckles, no stares, no double take looks etc.  People seemed to take the costumes in stride like it was no big thing.  Folks in our office even got into the act.  Here is the guy we entrust with installing our most complex customers. 

It was pretty hard to not laugh when I sat down with him for a meeting.  He left the mask on...sort of hard to focus on the task at hand with a guy in a mask, leotards and WWF belt on.  Christine and I are looking forward to tonight...true Halloween.  This place will be more out of control than usual.

I am sure if this web site gets Google Spidered that I might get angry comments  for what I am about to write, but I don't care.  It needs to be said.

Last night, Christine and I had our first experience with a bicycle awareness event/group called Critical Mass.  Here is the website Critical Mass.  I am sure the idea started off with some sanity...but as usual in this country good things get coopted by knuckleheads.  In a nutshell, Critical Mass was started as an event to call awareness to cycling sharing the road with cars and safety.  The last Friday of every month, all over the world, thousands of cyclist ride en masse on preselected routes in major cities to draw attention.  Sounds good right?

As a safe, law abiding and avid cyclist, what I saw last night really pissed me off.  Thousands of riders purposely and unlawfully blocking intersections.  Cyclists were riding out in front of cars (who had the green light right of way) and standing in front of them.  There were jamochs riding on the wrong side of the road and riders smacking cars.  It was a critical mass of stupidity.

Critical Mass may have started with good intent.  However the shirtless idiots with mohawks and cans of beer in hand (yup...true) riding up the wrong side of the road are not doing anything more than making people more angry about cyclists.  I suspect the car driver who had a Critical Masser pounding on his hood last night will only be more agressive with guys like me and the hundrerds of thousands of other law abiding two wheelers the next time they see us on the road.  In fact, I doubt the majority of folks we saw last night are even true cyclists.  I suspect they are only participating because it is a way to hide in a crowd and cause a problem. 

Shame on Critical Mass organizers who have moved the right and noble intent from calling attention to cycling to a demonstration vehicle for dumb ass behaviour. 


Mr. Wendell Update!

Our handsome guy is back to 100%.  He is eating, running around the house and giving the ladies his "pick me up look" like normal.  One great byproduct of his surgery...his breath has totally improved.  Before, he really had a problem with nasty smelling breath...the operation has totally eliminated that. 


The next update, Ms. Pepper and Mr. Wendell on some city observations!





Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I was going to talk about Pepper....By Mr. Wendell


Whoa!

I was going to trash Ms. Princess Butt on today's blog.  Because she threw a major hissy fit last week at the vets. My mom took us in to get our nails done. 

Nails!  You would have thought Pepper was being water- boarded by terrorists the way she was yelping.  Clip.  Scream!  Clip.  Scream!

After her nails got clipped, the thermometer came out!   Pepper hates anyone looking at her butt, touching her butt, sniffing her butt or even thinking about her butt.  The thermometer is a tool for evil!  It took three people to hold her down, a muzzle and one whole person to try to pry her tail up so they could get her temperature.  The carrying on!  Drama.  Drama.  Drama.

I was going to tell you all this...but, I have my own story to tell.

This morning my mom bundled me up and took ME back to the vets office.  I was a little worried, but hey! my vet is a quite blonde chick...so I am thinking maybe she just needed a little more of my handsomeness and undeniable charm.  I am such a love machine.

Well, today was not a fun day for me.  My mom handed me over and then I got put into a cage.  There was a CAT in the cell next to me.  "What are you in for?" I asked.  The cat hissed "declawing and at least I will get out of here alive.  You may end up in a Cashew Chicken Dish if the vet makes a mistake"  Well, that pissed me off and I barked for the warden.

Well, the barking got some attention.  They took me in a room and popped out a big needle.  I was feeling guilty as I had pee'd on the throw rug the other night.   But I did not think that I would get capital punishment for a little urine.  In went the needle...

The next thing I remember, I woke up and my mouth hurt.  Apparently, when I went to the vet last week, she thought I needed four teeth removed because they were growing a little crookedly.  I laid there as high as a kite on pain killers for a while until my mom came to pick me up.  

I was so glad to see her.  She took me home and I have been laying around ever since.  Pepper even seemed to miss me.  

"What happened to you?" she asked.    "Thermometer, I grunted...a new kind of thermometer..it is your turn next week...."

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Saturday in San Francisco






I thought I would share our Saturday with you!  Today was the first fairly normal Saturday since we got here three weeks ago.  We have been so busy moving in and getting weekend errands done.  Now, we are hitting our Saturday stride!

We had a good start by heading down to the Four Seasons LA Fitness Center for a workout.  This gym came highly recommended to me as the best place in the city for triathletes to swim.  The pool is a saline pool...it has no chlorine!!!!  After an hour, we headed back to get our day on the way.

After walking the pups, we headed out to a suburb called Daly City.  This is where most of the downtowners go when they need to hit places like Costco, Home Depot, Target etc.  The shopping in downtown is great...if you are looking for "fashion", high end furniture or $2 whiskey liquor stores..  However, if you need paper towels, 24 packs of hot dog buns or paint brushes, most people rent a Zip Car or take their own cars out to Daly City.  It has been a mad house both times we went!

We then spent the afternoon putting the living room together.  Our furniture had trickled in over the week and we had to get things pulled together.  Even though the room is 16 by 25 or so, we moved the stuff  like 12,278 times before we got it right (my idea...right!).  I will post a photo when we get the pictures hung and the like.

The dogs are so happy to have furniture to hang out on.  It was a pain for them over the last few weeks as we really had no furniture for them to lay around on.  They had to resort (oh, the horror!!!) to laying on dog pillows on the floor. 

Christine and I have decided to hit a new restuarant every Saturday.  There are so many great places to eat within five minutes of our humble palace.

Today we went to a place called Zuni's Cafe...here is the link to the site... http://www.zunicafe.com/  We both had perhaps the best hambuger we have had in a while (no Red Robins close) and washed them down with fresh lime squeezed margharitas.  I won't lie...it was realllllly tasty!  (Lynda, yes, you are still the best bartender ever!...we texted you as we were sipping one...pictured below!)




So, that was our day.  

The next post will come Tuesday or so.  Mr. Wendell wants to tell you about he and Pepper's recent visit to the vet.  BTW, Google has changed up some of the templates on the Blogspot product.  The spacing and other formatting is giving me a bit of a challenge...sorry for the odd look.

Ed



Sunday, October 18, 2009

I am NOT food...by Pepper


What is it with you street people here?


I am not talking about your appearance, where and how you live, your constant talking to yourself and all of the odd little messes you make around the city. I am not judging that here.


What I really want to know is: "What is your fixation on telling me and my brother that we will end up as food if we stray into certain areas of town?".


Two weeks ago my brother told you about the guy who warned us that Wendell and I would end up in sweet and sour soup if we got lost in China town.


Yesterday, one of your down and out club members saw us walking. He turned, looked directly at me, squinted and issued another "you will end up as food" warning. Clear as a bell, no stutter, no slur...this guy believed what he said.


"Be careful. If you go to China town, they will chop you up in little pieces and fry you up in an egg roll".


My dad pulled the leashes tight because I started barking. I was seriously thinking about going "pit-chihuahua" on his ass. Mr. Wendell laughed and said he loves egg rolls. Tail wagging idiot...I am hoping that he did not realize this guy was talking about us. The alternative explanation is too depressing.
Two encounters with homeless people and two warnings that I will end up as Kung-pow.

Now, I am really worried every time my mom says it is time to "Wok the dog"...

Saturday, October 17, 2009

4 and 1/2 feet of Dynamite by Ed


Two weeks into city living and all of us are adapting quite well. Mr. Wendell and Pepper are walking with a lot of confidence. They have gradually gotten more used to the sounds, motion and people that they meet on their daily excursions.

I have been riding the "Muni" every day back and forth to work. The 2.0 miles or so to work is a little long to walk on most days. So, I turned into a legitimate city dweller and bought a pass to the Muni. The Muni is the subway here in San Francisco. It is pretty clean, easy to ride and fast...it only takes about 12 minutes door to door for me to get back and forth to work. Walking it took me 35 minutes.

Most days, the Muni is not very crowded. However, Friday night is a mad house. You have heard of the "Thrilla in Manilla" right? Well...Friday night is what I now call "Fight Night on the Muni..."

(Read in your best boxxing announcer voice....)

In this corner, hailing from Berlin Center, Ohio wearing the Blue Suit and White Shirt, weighing in at 172 lbs...with a Muni Fight record of 0-2...

"Misssssster Pooooooooliiiiiiiite!"

And in this corner, standing four foot six and weighing in at 87 lbs, hailing from San Francisco or China, or Japan or Korea....with a Friday Night Muni Fight Record of 100-0 with 89 knockouts and 11 fatal wounds inflicted....the Little Unnamed Asian Lady...

Four and a Half feet of Dyyyyyyyy-noooooooooo-mite!!!!


Seriously...picture 100 tired middle aged guys in business suits and 10 little old Asian ladies clutching handbags trying to get into the Muni. You would think that the size and strength would win out. Frankly, it is not even a fair fight...

The train pulls up....the door slowly opens and then the blood flies. Pushing, shoving, kicking, men crying for their mommas, biting, screaming, elbows flying and the distinct sound of bodies slamming up against the train walls...

It looks like a Texas Cage Fight...with more blood!!!! When the bell rings for the door to close and the train to move the only ones standing are the little old Asian ladies.

I would love to say I am exaggerating.

Maybe I am a little bit...

Most of the kind looking little old Asian ladies are less than 4' 6""!!!!

Saturday, October 10, 2009

My new life...and my sister the scaredy cat...by Mr. Wendell



My sister and I have been city dogs for a week now. I am loving city life.


There are so many sights and sounds here that I did not know even existed. Every walk, even a walk down the same sidewalk I went down yesterday, presents a new experience. The smells are a veritable pot pourri of stuff dogs like! Food, people, pee (everywhere), garbage...you name it. Sometimes, there are smells that my mom and dad make a big deal about. I have to tell you, there must be some BIIIIIIIG dogs here whose owners don't pick up after themselves. My mom and dad seem to think that dogs are not making the messes, but I think so.


Here is my walk...starting with a picture of my sister in the elevator...carrying on about the fact that we have to ride in this box that goes up and down. She should be happier than she is. We could still be in Seattle in the rain.



Then, this is what I think my parents call "our" back yard. I think it is where they go when they are feeling lazy and don't want to take us to the park to "take care of business" like other dogs get to do.



On Monday night, there was a man standing in front of a building a few blocks away from us. He had a brown bag in his hands and it looked like he had just left SafeWay because he had a shopping cart. Though he must have drank all of his soda on the way home, because he had s bunch of empty soda bottles in the cart. He wobbled, then smiled at me and my sister and gave us some "just moved to the city" advice.


"Stay out of China-Town...I hear people make soup out of good tender looking puppies like you there!"


(TRUE STORY BY THE WAY...the EDitor) I looked at Pepper and told her they would not use me for soup because they only want sour dogs like her for the sweet and sour soup! She growled at me and then at the man. My mom and dad seemed to pick up speed as they walked away.


My dad, who is always helping people, offered the guy some career advice..."Get a job!". My dad is such a role model.


When my mom and dad take us on a long walk, they take us through some cool parks and buildings that they call Civic Center. There are a bunch of old buildings...City Hall, a few museums, a place where fat ladies sing for money and a theater or two. Here is a picture of City Hall. My sister and I like it here because there is a lot of grass to run on.






Well, thats my walk. So far, I am having a great time. Pepper is still walking around with her ears pinned back. Hopefully, she will learn to like it here like me, my mom and dad!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

You cannot make this stuff up...


First, let me state that we love San Francisco so far. We love the condo, the weather, the neighborhood, the new job...love, love, love.

However, I must say we are four out of four days on shaking our heads in amusement and perplexion over what we see here. It is almost like we have beamed onto another planet.

Two things hit us today.

First, above is a Vallejo (suburb) police car with a proposed new sponsorship. Apparently, PETA wants to get the word out that vegetarianism is a good thing. They are proposing "sponsorships" of police cars with the above advertisement. "Lettuce Serve and Protect" being the key slogan. To be clear, I think PETA does many great things. I easily agree that people who are cruel to animals and hunt for sport without consumption are lowlifes... However, putting this cheesey ad on police cars is weird in so many ways. Every self respecting police officer has to be amazed that a city would contemplate allowing this to happen.

Secondly, we have had our third run in with service people laziness that we have been warned about here by many people. On Friday afternoon, we had two delivery people from Best Buy show up at our place to deliver a washer and dryer. After surveying the situation, they decided that installing a washer and dryer in our unit would be impossible. Never mind that 13 other people had washers and dryers installed...many by Best Buy. Our unit must have been different from every other. Christine called Best Buy and read them the riot act. They agreed to send someone else out today. Wellllllll.......

Today, they came out to attempt to deliver and install the washer and dryer again. Christine buzzed in the delivery guy and greeted him at the door. As he was standing alone, Christine looks past him and inquires if his helper would be coming up.

The delivery guy looks puzzled and asks her why she thought another person would be there. Christine responded logically...."I thought it would take two people to get the washer and dryer on the elevator and installed." The delivery guy looked uncomfortable before stating "I did not bring a washer and dryer...no one told me to."

What the heck was he here for? A site survey? A friendly visit? Coffee and cookies?

Now, I know how my wife gets when she gets mad. It ain't pretty. I would have paid good money to watch and listen as she went off. "Forgot the washer and dryer?" !(#&$&%T&!!!!!!

Mr. Wendell will be posting next...he has a few experiences he would like to share....

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Move In Days...by Mr. Wendell and Ed




Wendell:


My tail cannot stop wagging!



My mom and dad are finally sitting down after two and a half days of moving , unpacking and throwing stuff away. They worked pretty hard so they could get things set up enough before my dad supposedly goes back to work tomorrow. I am not sure he remembers how to work after goofing off for over a month.

My sister and I are learning the sounds, sights and smells of our new neighborhood. There sure are a lot dogs (and people) marking trees, buildings and fire hydrants here. We also are learning more about traffic lights than we ever wanted to know.

I think we are going to like it here. The first couple walks were scary...some odd people walking around (more on that later...Ed) and lots of cars. It does seem to be a lot calmer now than yesterday.

I can tell we are going to have some good times here.

Mr. Wendell




Ed

Mr. Wendell has it right. The rest of the day, Christine and I are sitting on our butts, drinking some wine and watching TV. We are tired!

The move went perfectly. We are all in and have much of the boxes at least unpacked. Things are mostly in Version 1.0 placement. One of the real learnings of moving from a 3,200 sq. foot house to an 1,150 sq foot condo is that we had way too much unnecessary stuff. Since our things have been packed for 90 days or so, we had forgotten about all of the things we thought were important to keep. Unpacking the boxes, there were dozens of times either of us asked...why the heck did we pack this again? Needless to say, Goodwill is going to get a bunch of stuff that others can put to good use. We have now implemented a new house rule: If you buy something new, you have to get rid of two other things that you are not using to make way. We will see how long that lasts when my lovely bride wants a new purse, shoes or dog item. (Update- 5 minutes after posting the original blog, Christine read this sentence and said she did not agree that this policy applied to shoes and also modifed the purse exchange to a 1:1 rate. After thinking about this, I am reserving future running, swimming or biking purchases....and so the future larger public storage bin stock pile starts....)



Saturday was pretty darn interesting. An organization called LoveEvolution.org puts on this thing called "LoveFest" every year in the Civic Center area...about 5 blocks from us. The event is a fund raiser for various local non-profits. It is an event mostly built around techno music concerts, food and dancing.


Apparently, one of the main "features" of LoveFest is ladies (and men) walking around in bikinis/underwear/skin painted like clothing.






Imagine hundreds if not thousands of scantily clad young ladies walking down the city streets. Not that I am a prude or too old to enjoy the scenery...but my midwestern sensibilities were tested for sure! It was not a regular event in Berlin Center, Ohio to see girls walking around in underwear.



At the Love Evolution WebSite...I cut and pasted the mission of the event.


San Francisco LovEvolution exists to produce a celebration of the highest forms of electronic music culture and technology, in the belief that dance promotes peace, love, unity and respect.
The purpose of this organization is to serve the electronic dance music community by organizing public events, presenting electronic art forms, generating funds to support artistic development, advancing music education & production, as well as the right to dance and educating the public regarding the rights and contributions of our community.



The San Francisco LovEvolution is dedicated to giving back to the community, with a portion of proceeds going to participating non-profit organizations. This year's event is a continuity of past events, with a parade down Market St and festival at Civic Center plaza. A celebration of music, love, diversity, tolerance, dance, and community. Dance music has always had a special ability to bring people together in the shared beauty of a universal vibe. Our community by and large remains 'underground' in U.S. pop culture due to very little support from radio and MTV, etc. We know that in a culture awash in conflict, materialism, superficial concerns, and greed, an event of this kind can lift the spirits and the hopes of those who to surrender to it's power. The power of dance. The power of music. The power of community. We do not dance in the streets to escape the reality of our times - we dance to face them as a community, pointing the direction to a better way, set to beats and the full color of our expression. We gather to inspire and motivate social action by us, the youth, the people who will inherit this mess and have to do something about it to turn the tide. We intend to make the event a platform for dance music to reach more ears in America and beyond, to carry a message of love and hope, to be a vehicle for helping organizations doing good in the world, and for dancing our asses off surrounded by friendly freaks.



Ed: All sounds pretty good....the last sentence rings true...there were enough friendly freaks to surround a city!

One real laugh. My father in law and I went out last night to hunt up some take out Chinese food after a long day of moving. He and I had to swim through this mass of folks heading to the event. About the same moment, we both started laughing and said something like..."Holy Sh*t....check this one out...."

Coming towards us was a buck naked guy who had spray painted himself gold. There he was in 100% metal flake display...I can only imagine how a clean up with nasty paint thinner can feel on certain areas of the body. I hope it was worth it for him.

Only in California!

We are happy to be here! We love our new place, the city and weather.

We will miss having Christine's mom and dad with us. They have been on the RV trip and helped us move. Thanks guys! We really appreciated it!

Ed

Friday, October 2, 2009

Happy Days Are Here Again! By Miss Pepper




I had hit rock bottom. Three weeks of traveling around in the white trash-mobile eating bad food, having none of my cheap toys and sleeping on cheap linens had led me to my leashes end. Every vets office that we passed made me want to hop out and ask for the big needle trip to the sky.




Then, two days ago, my mom and dad put the rest of their belongings into a stinky UHaul moving van and threw me and my brother into the car. A UHaul van? What were we? Evicted from our crappy apartment?




Then, rock bottom. My parents pulled into another KOA. This time, they rented a "cabin".


This cabin had a full sized rubber coated mattress and two bunk beds. That was it. Prisoners get more room and better accomodations than what my dad got for us that night. (I enjoyed listening as he got yelled at worse than what Mr. Wendell got when he pee'd on my mom's dining room table leg.)


Prisoners at least get running water, cable TV and a light. This was a wooden garden shed. I ran out on the porch with out my leash and hoped that I would be eaten by a bear. I realized that the nightmare would not end and that my life was hell.
The following morning, after enduring a night of my grandfather's freight train volume level snoring, my moms muttering of profanites at my father every five minutes and watching my "short bus riding " brother wag his tail and smile like we were staying at Club Med, I knew that all of the bad things I did (peeing off the pad, chasing those cats, stealing Mr. Wendell's treats, butt walking on my mom's pillow out of spite) were coming back to haunt me.


Then, in the hollows of my dispair, my mom put her arm around me and explained that we were moving to a new home in downtown San Francisco. San Francisco!!!! Beautiful weather, special dog shopping experiences and culture. I could not stop wagging my tail.




We are moving in today...I cannot wait to get back to my old life in a new place. I will let you know how it goes!




Pep!!

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Last Travel Day...now off to San Fran! E

We have about 200 miles to go on our trip. We are abbreviating it by about two days as we had a small wrinkle in our moving plans develop on Friday. I'll have more in a minute on that.

We spent the night in Medford, Oregon last night. We unanimously vote Oregon as the most scenic and pretty of the states we have driven through. The mountains and the trees combine in great ways unseen in other states. It is really beautiful here. We also agreed that Oregon has the newest and smoothest of the roads we have traveled.

Here are some totally non-important stats...

Miles traveled: About 4,450 in 18 days
Miles Pepper spent under the passenger cab seat: 4,449
$$$ spent on gas: About $1,800
Slim Jim's consumed: (Biggie's count as two) 60
Bottle's of Bud Light Consumed: 120-ish (Give or take 10)
Miles I ran while on trip: 120
People who care about that: 0
Times any of the 22 Disposable Cameras were used: 0
Cost of KOAs: $580 or so
Best tourist attraction: Crazy Horse Monument
Worst Tourist attraction: Custer, SD


A great time was had by all. We all highly recommend getting out to see the country in this fashion. It may not be the only way to see the US but it may be one of the best ways. We all agreed that we would do it again.

So...what's next? Most of you know that we are moving to San Francisco. Our condo in SF is officially ours and we are going to be moving this week. We had not anticipated that Mayflower would not be able to guarantee a date of arrival, so we are UHauling our stuff down ourselves. Movers will pack it and unpack it for us. This is not a big deal really. The UHaul is basically the same as what we have living in the last three weeks....except it has no windows.

What of the blog?

Well, Mr. Wendell and Pepper are probably going to have some adventures in San Francisco that they might want to talk about...if anyone is interested in reading.

Thanks for reading about our trip. We have not told Pep or Wendell yet about the move..I am sure there will be some commentary once we have that "talk".

Ed

Friday, September 25, 2009

Back to RV Reality by Mr. Wendell, Pepper, King Syrus and Miss Tracy

Back to RV Reality…Mr. Wendell, Pepper, King Syrus and Miss Tracy


Miss Tracy: The circus side show family that showed up a few days ago piled back into the CruiseAmericamobile this morning. I am glad. I kept sniffing Mr. Wendell wondering what he had rolled around in to make him smell like a cattle drive. I never did figure it out. The fact that he and his brat sister will soon be 3 hours away may make MY hair fall out like my big brothers.




Mr. Wendell: Sorry Miss Tracy. Frankly, Pep and I would have rather stayed here and hung with you and King Syrus in Carmel Valley. The last thing we wanted to do was get back into the back yard aluminum tool shed with windshield wipers.




King Syrus: Well, your humans apparently enjoyed themselves. You would have thought they were from Bangledesh or some other impoverished nation. Judging from comments like…


“The water is so clean here and plentiful.”



“Ahhh, a bed, what a great invention.”


“These things on the side of our food plates made of metal…what are they? What do you do with them?”


“Cool, the outhouse is inside the building…we don’t have to walk to find one.”




Pepper: I was really embarrassed. I have to admit, there were NO moments where I was thinking about anything other than what new adoptive parents might be like. Our cousins, King Syrus and Miss Tracy were gracious hosts. They shared bones, let us run in their yard and did not mind sharing a pee pad or two. Margaret and Ken were also awesome…



Miss Tracy: My mom and dad took the group to Pebble Beach, the 17 mile drive and Carmel. Not because they wanted to give them a tour…but because they wanted your parents out of the house.



Here are a few pictures. Including one of tourist trinkets “Carmel-Style”!



Apparently, the downtown Carmel tour did not last long. Ed’s newly grown mullet, wife beater T-Shirt, “This is not a beer belly, it is a gas tank…” hat and chained-truckers wallet was not welcomed in Carmel. Clint Eastwood reportedly wanted to go Dirty Harry on Ed for real and he was asked to leave.


King Syrus: Good riddance. If I hear “Syrus is soooooo cute” one more time by the one they called Christine, I am going to yack up a can of Alpo.


Only 800 more miles to go…Wendell

A tribute to Garlic!




A little diversion...



Apparently Gilroy, California is the garlic capital of the WORLD! Who knew?


Yup, it is true. Christine and I were driving through Gilroy last night from San Fran and it smelled like an Italian resturant! Since we had to back track a little this morning on our drive north to Oregon (Not oregano!), we decided to stop...and I present the following for your enjoyment!



We stopped at this place...GARLIC WORLD!!!!






Inside was a garlic lovers paradise....fresh garlic, diced garlic, pickled garlic, galic minced, garlic cloved, garlic braided, stuffed garlic, garlic powder, garlic spices, garlic graters, garlic storage containers, olives stuffed with garlic, garlic butter, garlic logo'd coffee mugs/clothes/hats.....



Well, you get it....if it was made of garlic, Garlic World had it!



Of all of the cool things in the store, this was my favorite: That is a Dean Martin Doll standing next to about an 18 inch tall plastic Garlic.






This place truly trumps the Pez Dispenser Museum!




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