Stupid TV Commercial Sunday #5: Hijacked!

Hey it's Rosco here! I felt so bad about not posting a Famous Basset Hound last Friday that I decided to take over Stupid TV Commercial Sunday for Bunsen! Seeing has how his last post was about an awesome commercial, I decided we needed to take this part of our blog in a new direction. This commercial can also serve as a belated Famous Basset Hound Friday post!

This week's stupid commercial/famous basset hound is from Comcast, who used to bring us the internet for our blog until we moved.

First of all, this commercial is obviously dumb because we go with DirecTV for our TV watching needs. It's also dumb because I know this guy from watching TV and he works for the US Postal Service, not some TV company. There's a difference. Thirdly, we hounds would never be fooled by the shady characters that try and sell TV packages these days. We are content to watch squirrels and bunnies instead of dumb people shows, but our parents seem to feel the need to watch things like the news and weather.

So there's your basset-approved Stupid TV commercial!

A death in the family

Our regular readers may have noticed that I didn't post a Famous Basset Hound Friday yesterday. While we still have a long list of famous hounds to showcase here at Jowls of Fury, I decided not to post this week, because I was feeling a bit sad. Yesterday I lost a very dear friend.

Let me introduce you to Monsieur Monkeyman.

Monsieur Monkeyman was a stuffed monkey toy that we got at Christmastime. He has a brother named Mr. Green Monkey. Both of them would talk to us and we would play fetch with them. Mssr. Monkeyman had only been with us a short time and he appeared so healthy, but Thursday night his health took a sudden and unexpected turn for the worse. He had a cut on his back that we could not heal up with our licks.

We discovered that there was some kind of infection or something in his back that made noise when you chewed on it. I tried to conduct field surgery and remove the thing. I got it out with success and tried to analyze it using my mouth, but at that point Mssr. Monkeyman passed away. Dad took him and interred his earthly remains in a safe place, and took the infected squeaky thing away from me.

Poor Mssr! We will miss him. We'll have to play fetch a lot more with Mr. Green Monkey now so he doesn't feel lonely after losing his brother.

In memory

The dogs are trapped again

As some of my cat cohorts have complained, the dogs can sometimes be pests. Nibbler sort of blows it out of proportion though - they really aren't that bad, once you get used to them. He's just a big wuss who runs from them. And of course as soon as you run it's over.

But sometimes they are a bit much. We used to live in a place where the gates they put up fit perfectly in the door, and we could escape them and taunt them from the other side without worrying. Not so with this new place. Now don't get me wrong, I like this place better, but the gate issue was a problem for the last three months.

Not anymore! There's a new gate and it was designed with cat escape in mind! It fits snugly in the doorframe, and there is a spot on the bottom that lets cats get through it when they have to avoid unchecked dog aggression. Kinda nice. This will help cats with ample derrières (Nibbler) get around as well, because he was having trouble getting over the gates.

The only downside is it also has a door for people. It makes it easier for them to get through the gate (despite being huge and having long legs they are surprisingly poor jumpers and fall on their behinds all the time). I used to secretly enjoy watching dad trip over the old gates.

Weird Word Wednesday #3

This week's pointless human idiom sounds unpleasant. Sometimes people will say that something is a sight for sore eyes.

Sight for sore eyes? First of all, why are your eyes sore? I've never had sore eyes. I would go see a doctor if I did. Second, what kind of sight is specific for sore eyes? Are the sights supposed to be restorative, to make the eyes less sore? Or are they sights that are somehow responsible for sore eyes? Whatever you can look at that makes your eyes sore, I want no part of it. Then again we are talking about humans, and their eyes are nowhere near as good as cat eyes (especially in the dark).

According to the humans at The Straight Dope, the saying takes some obscure definition of the word sore to heart. In this context, "sore" actually means "afraid". Of course, how obvious. Human words can't just have one meaning, they have to have five or six increasingly unknown meanings and uses. So instead of saying "I am glad to see that, it makes me less scared", they say "That is a sight for sore eyes".

Humans are just plain dumb. SAY WHAT YOU MEAN!

Stupid TV Commercial Sunday #4

This week's stupid TV commercial is somewhat of a technicality, but it still bothers me.

Beggin' Strips

It's stupid only because it fails to capitalize on an obvious TV-watching market that also happens to love bacon: cats. Although we are a lot more casual when it comes to wanting bacon than the dog in this commercial, we, too, enjoy that crispy delicious greasiness. I always come out and make sure there isn't something that drops on the floor when dad is cooking on the oven. At least I used to, until the dogs came into the picture, making it a bit more difficult to get any goodies (they're like vaccuum cleaners I swear).

So anyway, this commercial isn't so much stupid as it is poorly marketed. I'm signing off, hoping tonight is a BLT dinner night.

Famous Basset Hound Friday #3

This week's famous basset hound is an old favorite: Droopy Dog! Droopy is a cartoon character created in 1943. He is probably the most famous animated basset hound, although there are other notable cartoon hounds that made our list.

The Wikipedia entry for Droopy has this to say:

"... Droopy moved slowly and lethargically, spoke in a jowly monotone, and, though he did not look like much, was shrewd enough to outwit his enemies and, when finally roused to anger, capable of beating adversaries twice his size with a comical thrashing... "

Layla and I agree! We bassets may not look smart or strong, but we are really just playing it cool the whole time! Droopy's first cartoon was called Dumb-Hounded, and you can watch it on YouTube if you want.

Droopy was also in Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, which dad says is one of the best animated movies of all time. He doesn't get much screen time though, but he does get to wear a pretty cool costume. I couldn't find that video on YouTube though, but you should definitely watch the movie sometime. There's a basset hound in it after all!

So there's your Famous Basset Hound for this week!

Weird Word Wednesday #2

Before any of you even start with me, I know it's not Wednesday. I napped this past Wednesday. That is my prerogative as a cat.

The latest Weird Word Wednesday has to do with horses. There are actually a few strange sayings that deal with horses, as evidenced by a recent Dinosaur Comics entry. One that they missed is "Dead Ringer".

This odd saying is used as a way to state that someone/something is nearly identical to another thing. For instance "He is a dead ringer for that other guy". Rather than say "He looks like that other guy", humans use some strange bit of language that really makes no sense. I have been Googling away trying to determine the origin of this little idiom and actually found two different possibilities.

Possibility 1. Dead ringer describes a common occurrence in olden times, when people who were so sick they appeared to be dead were interred and buried, only to wake up later and find themselves stuck in a coffin. Forward-thinking morticians started putting strings in those coffins and attaching them to a bell at the surface, so the not-dead person could pull on the string and patiently wait to be dug up. How this eventually went from meaning "More or less an almost zombie" to "looks pretty much like something else" is a testament to how dumb human language is. In cat-ese, "meow" always means "meow".

Possibility 2. Dead ringer describes the practice of trying to trick bookies in a horse race. This one actually makes more sense, but isn't quite as cool as almost-zombies. Devious horse racers would have two horses that look almost alike, and run the slower one for a few races, convincing everyone that it is really slow and will likely become glue before too long, only to spring the faster horse on an unsuspecting crowd when the odds are really low (and the payoff high) in a big race. This seems a lot more plausible.

So, this is a Weird Word entry that actually makes a little bit of sense, although it would be easier to say "similar appearance" than "dead ringer". SAY WHAT YOU MEAN!

She knows my name

The other night when I came upstairs to get some mama time, I realized a horrifying thing. dog2 knows my name. She knows my name. Mama said "Nibs" like she used to when I came in the room, and dog2 got up from her sleeping spot to stare at me. Of course I narrowly escaped with my life. Now I don't feel safe anywhere.

Mango Minster Entry #2 - Rosco as a Cracker Dog

So I looked at the Mango Minster categories and decided I best fit into the Cracker Dog group. Here's why:

1. Am I a terrier? No, but I have been methodically exercising my legs to let me jump really high (for a basset hound). I can jump on the bed, and that is saying something for a dog that only has 5 inches of ground clearance! Dad never has to help me, unlike my lazy sister. I also like to terrorize the cats (see below).
2. Zoomies? I run super fast all the time, especially when there are things to chase. Every once in awhile I run for the heck of it. Below, I am chasing a dog at the 2010 GABR waddle.
3. Dig gigantic holes? Not really, but I do have to dig in my bed every time I lay down in it.
4. Shredding? I have to check the trash periodically to shred tissue paper. SOMEONE has to do it around here. I am also fond of socks and underwear.
5. Flinging/yapping at the door? I don't 'yap'. I howl. There ought to be a basset-specific category at Mango Minster!
6. Spring-loaded legs? Dad calls me a torpedo sometimes. See #1.
7. Tennis ball spaz? We play chase every night now, and sometimes I even let mom and dad catch me. Other times I hide my toys from them so they can't throw them.

So, all in all, I am the epitome of basset hound cracker-dogness. The video below says it all.

Mango Minster Entry #1 - Layla as the Doggie Diva

We only just started blogging, and we found this great site written by a humongous dog named Mango. Mango weighs more than dad, which is saying a lot, because he is getting kind of lazy lately and hasn't been taking us for walks (hint hint). Anyway, Mr. Mango runs a show called Mango Minster, and it is designed for those of us dogs who don't want to go through the training and rigorous practice involved in the fancier dog shows. Plus, we don't have weird owners.

So I am writing my entry for Mango Minster 2011. Hopefully I can still be considered! I am going for the Doggie Diva category. My qualifications are below.

Doggie Diva Qualifiers

1. Huzzy photos all over the internet? No way! I made sure to destroy most of the evidence of me in compromising situations. All my photos are family-friendly.
2. Wardrobe bigger than my humans? Not exactly. We have more costumes than our humans but that is mostly their fault. They like to dress us up for Halloween and Christmas, but they haven't figured out yet that we hate stuff on our heads. Also, I was Rosie the Riveter at the 2010 GABR basset waddle, but that was for a good cause and it made me famous.
3. Shockingly embarrassing outfits? See #2.
4. Work for praise? Absolutely not. I only work for treats and chew bones.
5. Howling/moaning/headbutting? Not exactly. But I have trained dad to pick me up on the bed, even though I can do it myself, and I usually take his warm spot and rearrange the pillows to my exact specifications. There are lots of times where I sleep on the couch and he doesn't.
6. Own a crown or tiara? Hmmm.... well like I said in #2, we don't really like stuff on our heads... but a tiara might be just the thing...
7. At the end of the day....? Not only is it all about me at the end of the day, it's all about me ALL of the day.