Posts Tagged ‘cruelty to animals’

Remembering Laika …


November 3rd, 2017 Posted 8:44 am

… on the 60th anniversary of her space flight. Some may think the story bittersweet. We’re having trouble finding the sweet part.


Beyond Comprehension


April 25th, 2011 Posted 8:38 am

Bernie has a hard look on his face today. He tosses the paper aside. “Just because something can be done does that mean it has to be done? Now there’s an Android app – meaning a product for Google – that lets you train and fight virtual pit bulls. What kind of mind thinks that up? Who would want to buy it? In what possible way can you call it a game?”

No idea. I go over to Bernie. He gives me a nice pat. Bernie’s a good patter, although not in the class of Autumn, for example, over at Livia Moon’s house of ill repute. A friend of Autumn’s is in The Dog Who Knew Too Much, maybe the reason the whole case got started. But way too complicated to remember now.

Happy Birthday Ben! And many many more.


Good Luck, Anapka!


August 5th, 2010 Posted 9:06 am

“Hey,” Bernie says. “Remember that donkey?”

Donkey? The donkey we ran into on the Nuggets Bolliterri case who took an instant dislike to me just because I tried to herd him the tiniest bit? A kick like that? Hard to forget.

“The one they sent up parasailing for some publicity stunt at the Sea of Azov in Russia.”

I kind of remember. Just a little. Was it important? I could try harder … okay, that didn’t work.

“Well,” says Bernie, “there’s good news. The donkey, name of Anapka, has been bought by a British newspaper called the Sun, and flown to Moscow where a vet examined her and said she’s all right. Looks like she’ll be living in an animal sanctuary in the U.K. A happy ending, big guy.”

Love happy endings. What the rest of it was about I’m not sure.

Bernie gets a funny look in his eye. “The Sun,” he says. “Is that the paper with a different topless photo every day?”

Can’t help him there. We handle some things differently in the nation within the nation.




July 21st, 2010 Posted 9:03 am

Bernie’s in a bad mood today. “I just can’t believe this,” he says. “For a publicity stunt, these promoters of some beach on the Sea of Azov, wherever the hell that is, parachuted some poor donkey out of a plane. It landed, according to the local paper, in a quote atrocious unquote manner.” Bernie gets up and starts pacing around the office. “What goes on inside some people?” he says.

Hey! A real big question. I don’t even know where to begin, so I don’t.

“How does a walk sound, big guy?”

I’m at the door.

Hat tip (although I never wear one myself) to Seth.


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