Hey! I didn’t invent the product or the packaging — I just added my 8th grade sense of humor. And a product endorsement: nothing beats the Mitt for scooping poop!
Yes, I put the poop scoop bag bag on the scanner. Yes I did.
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Category Archives: Dogs
Nerd gear: dogs and photography
I’ve been trying to figure out how to combine photography practice with dog walks. Before today, it has consisted of:
Come.
Come.
Seriously.. come. Here. No, over here.
Sit.
Sit.
Good dogs!
[Put leashes on ground.]
Stay.
Staystaystaystay.
No! Sit. Staaaaaaay.
Good dogs!
[Compose. Focus.]
Click!
[Pick up leashes.]
Let’s go!
Rinse. Repeat.
Until now! I solved the problem with some gen-u-ine nerd gear: a web belt and a large clip.
Now that is some seriously crappy photographic composition. But you can see my nerd-gear dog-walking photo-practice hack. And my ca. 1972 tennis racket. Both the belt and the clip were available on amazon.com, with the interesting side effect that ordering the belt — which has oddly knife-shaped pouches that will be perfect for dog treats — put me in interesting company.
Guess the pouches weren’t specifically designed for dog treats. Anyway, all in the service of my continuing efforts to learn how to use my Nifty Fifty.
It all started with frequent flyer miles
Random s**t photography
When I started my first photography class, the instructor asked us to state what style of photography we were interested in. What was stunning to me is that the rest of the class (“Digital 101″) had answers. That is, they each knew the name for the styles they were interested in and rattled it off for the class. I thought to myself, “random shit and southwestern colors,” but those didn’t appear to be standard categories. I listened to my classmates, chose two that sounded close, and replied, “landscape and architecture.” Everyone nodded knowingly, that is, knowing more than I did about the styles of photography to which I had just randomly pledged my interest. Well, not totally randomly because — as I think I’ve mentioned — I determined quickly that my photographic interests do not include “portrait.”
One of the other things I’ve found interesting and sort of unexpected is the question of when and how much to stage a photo.
Now obviously, Saguaro doesn’t wear glasses or read a Kindle,* so I do a bit of staging when I’m goofing around.
But I was a bit taken aback at how much the instructor seemed to assume that we would be rearranging the scene before us, and not just by asking the owner of the naked behind we** were photographing to clench. When your preferred photographic genre is random shit, however, you can’t stage. It’s right there in the rulebook. It has to be random.
So when I found this excellent collection of randomness and color on Santa Fe Drive,
I knew it was a perfect shot for me. And you have to trust me, that’s just how I found it. Possibly TMI, but I don’t even own a bra in that color. Nor does Tim. Nor either of the dogs. Herewith a couple of other random photos, with many more to follow, I’m sure.
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* He reads e-books on his laptop.
** The editorial we. I’ve never actually photographed a naked behind.***
*** Well, not a naked human behind.
Introducing The Cute Puppies’ Guide to Title III of the ADA
There have been two types of post that have driven most of the traffic on this blog: photos of my dogs; and my attempt to start an internet meme with the photo of Gus Fring being blown up by the mobster who used a wheelchair (MWD?). So I try to publish my deep thoughts about disability rights, the practice of law, and adventures in trial technology, and what my immense readership really wants to see is photos of cute dogs and guys with their heads blown off.
This reminded me of one of my favorite Saturday Night Live sketches: Kevin Nealon with No Attention Span News. Not the funniest perhaps, but one that was excruciatingly accurate in portraying what it feels like to try to talk about something important but boring. (Sorry for the ad. It’s worth it. Keep watching.)
With these thoughts in mind, I decided that we needed a more attention-grabbing way of presenting the ADA. Lacking the copyright to the image of Gus Fring, but blessed with two very cute dogs, I decided to inaugurate The Cute Puppies’ Guide to Title III of the ADA:
There now! Don’t you feel inspired to learn more? You can check in from time to time on the FoxRobBlog, which will also have scintillating news of our latest case adventures and legal developments. And puppies!
Dog Bath!
Pre- and post-bath brushing.
He looks like he just lost ten pounds. And he’s actually a golden retriever again!
Dogs in snow
By popular demand:
Dog blogging
Every morning I take a few* minutes to read and comment on a couple of interesting blogs. Then I take the dogs for their morning stroll. Recently, it occurred to me how similar these processes were:
Reading
Commenting
Reading
Reading
Reading and commenting
- Reading
Reading
all the
Angles
Reading and Commenting Simultaneously
Aaaaaand commenting
* The actual amount of time is directly proportional to the quantity and urgency of the piles of work on my desk.
Dog photo du jour
Saguaro rescues the fleece sheep from its ignominious flattening under Tim’s wheelchair.
Veterinary prescription for style
Our most recent veterinary adventure involved no small about of drama and gore* — and resulted in Chinook getting stitches to close a three-inch gash on his elbow. The vet has recommended that we keep his elbows padded at all times,** but it’s incredibly hard to keep a bandage secured around his angular, bony elbow. Being good, nerdy dog owners, we Googled. And came up with this: the S&M dog look.
It also turns out it would cost $68 to dress our dog like a hooker, so we held off pending further advice from the vet. She had the simple yet genius solution of putting a long sleeve t-shirt on him. I thought a fleece would afford more padding, found a fleece that I hated, cut off the bottom half and:
You can see why I hated the fleece and felt no compunction about cutting it up for Chinook. But — over Tim’s protests that “he’s a dog, fer pete’s sake!” — I just couldn’t bear subjecting Chinook to this heinous color. Luckily I remembered that I have a black fleece that was too small,*** so I created a new jacket for him that — after one look — clearly required a hat to complete the look:
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* I mean some serious gore, and I am not at all a gory person. So the purpose of this footnote is to request the praise I so richly deserve for dealing calmly with the three-inch gash despite a squeamishness level that goes up to 11.
** Actually, her first recommendation was that we make sure he only lies on padded surfaces, like his bed or a rug. This is simply impossible in with a stubborn dog in hot weather. At night, we stack up layers of bedding stuffed to the edges of his 30 x 40 inch crate, open the window and turn on the swamp cooler and still, by morning, he will have burrowed through the layers to find a nice cool, hard surface on which to rest his elbows. And that’s not to mention the daytime challenge of convincing the stubborn dog to lie on his canvas dog bed instead of the cool hardwood floors. Nuh-uh.
*** Fleece shrinks, right? RIGHT?
Thought Snax 
