Normally, these sorts of stories go right into the “Who Gives A Shit” file.
To recap, Ellen DeGeneres adopted a dog from some sort of rescue operation. Being it the Litigious State of California, she signed a bunch of papers with the do’s and don’ts of dog ownership outlined. The dog didn’t get along well with her cats. The dog got handed off to the hairdresser’s family. Dog rescuers became aware of this possible danger to the dog and showed up at the hairdresser’s house demanding the dog back. Ellen goes on television sobbing like a mother without tits. Dog rescuers get death threats from Ellen’s fans. Hilarity ensued.
That about cover everything?
Here’s what I want to know, if someone showed up at your door claiming to be from Puppy Liberation Front, or whatever the fuck sanctimonious Gladys Kravitz pet shop they claim to be from, and said you had to give up the dog that your children had bonded with, because they had a piece of paper signed by a talk show host, what would you do?
I don’t know what kind of sheep the people of California have become, but at Casa Sarcastro you aren’t getting a damn thing without a warrant or a bigger gun. If you think you can show up at our door and waive some Word document in order to take one of our family pets without needing medical attention, you are welcome to try.
Except for maybe this goddamn kitten. You can have him. His cute and rambunctious behavior is no longer cute at 2 a.m. when he is sitting on my forehead purring and digging his claws into my scalp.
On the other side of the celebrity/canine spectrum, how much must it suck to be Randi Rhodes dog? First, the poor pooch has to bear mute witness to Randi’s indiscretions and dissembling. Second, other Barney Gumbles in the bar mistaking the dog for Randi’s twin sister when making lurid suggestions concerning the three of them “go back to my place”.
Poor doggie.
October 17, 2007 at 10:55 am |
[…] I’m right there with Sarcastro, except I’m too pansy to own a gun: Here’s what I want to know, if someone showed up at your door claiming to be from Puppy Liberation Front, or whatever the [word too bad to say on MCB] sanctimonious Gladys Kravitz pet shop they claim to be from, and said you had to give up the dog that your children had bonded with, because they had a piece of paper signed by a talk show host, what would you do? […]
October 17, 2007 at 11:14 am |
On the other side of the celebrity/canine spectrum, how much must it suck to be Randi Rhodes dog?
Only Paris Hilton’s dog can garner more sympathy.
October 17, 2007 at 2:45 pm |
The dog didn’t get along with the cats? That’s why she got rid of it? Sounds like she really put in a lot of work. Where’s Cesar Milan?
October 17, 2007 at 7:56 pm |
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October 18, 2007 at 1:32 am |
“His cute and rambunctious behavior is no longer cute at 2 a.m. when he is sitting on my forehead purring and digging his claws into my scalp.”
Man, this sounds exactly like the behavior of my second son at nine months old. So if you think the little kittycat is annoying, just wait a little while.
October 18, 2007 at 9:40 am |
Well, it is Ellen and you know, the rules don’t apply to her. She’s a celebrity!
Well, in her mind she is….
October 18, 2007 at 11:37 am |
I’ve got no real opinion about who is in the right in this situation. Both parties seem to have that High Status Self Importance that I loathe.
It is kind of like the UT/Bama game. I wish there was a way they could both lose.
October 21, 2007 at 7:24 pm |
Cute and rambunctious kitten doesn’t just sit on your forehead at 2am. If you can think of a gentle way to break 9 year old’s heart, I’m in!
December 5, 2007 at 9:48 pm |
[…] and Rachel will be happy to know that so far, he’s inside. We’re gonna try inside and see what happens. (fwiw, I have always had outside cats who have all lived very happy, productive lives […]