Friday, August 29, 2008

Fantasy Football Friday! (and weekend hiatus)


I wanted to let everyone know first of all that yesterday I got my checkup at the V-E-T-apostrophe-S and all is well with me, my stomach, and my surgery area. I have been cleared to travel, which is good, because...

I am going to Illinois with Dad and Mom to perform the auspicious office of Fantasy Football team mascot for Dad's team this year. Yes, it's kinda nerdy, and yes, it's full of testosterone (do those two even go together?), but Dad likes it, and anything that makes him happy is fine with me! He named his team PugNation, which I think is a neat little play on words acknowledgement to how I rule his life ever since I came to the house.

So, I will be gone all Labor Day weekend and will be back on Tuesday, blogging as usual! In the meantime, while I'm there I get to meet my human grandpa for the first time and hang out with my Dad's friend's bigdog Sadie. Pawesome! The only drawback: 13-15 hours in the car... one way. At least it will be broken up on the way down. Straight through on Monday on the way back? Eeek.

I promise I will pose for lots of pictures (of me-- don't worry, I won't let any pictures of beer-drinking guys sitting around a draft board creep in). Have a great weekend, everyone!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Thoughtful Thursday Thirteen

Hello everydoggy!

I decided to combine my usual Thoughtful Thursday with a Thursday Thirteen, which a lot of dogs do around the 'Verse. It's all about the Olympics, which just ended this past week. Some of you may know-- I boycotted watching the Beijing Olympics (go Paw-lympics!), and my family is trying to boycott things made in China (yeah, that's pretty hard to do nowadays). Why do we do that, you ask? Well, here are 13 reasons:

1. Atrocious human rights record. This could be Thirteen Things in and of itself, and would include forced abortions, torture, legal abuses, censorship, etc.
2. Religious suppression and persecution
3. Occupation and marginalization of Tibet
4. Poor working conditions in factories
5. Pollution due to industrialization
6. Poor mental health services
7. Support (at least implicitly) for genocide in Darfur
8. Rehearsal conditions for opening ceremonies
9. Diverted resources from poor districts for Olympics
10. Faked fireworks
11. Lip-synch girl
12. Possibly forged birth certificates of athletes
13. "Silver = shame" coaching
Some of them are reasons why going in; some of them are vindications after the fact. Now of course this is unusual for me, speaking out against my country of origin and everything. But shouldn't someone speak out? As usual with my Thoughtful Thursdays, I hope it makes everyone think!

PAW-S: Just to avoid any upset humans or dogs, it's important to note that these are just the reasons why my family and I boycott, not reasons that everyone else should accept and reasons why those who don't are "bad doggies." Everyone should make their own choices based on their own convictions.

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Day Four Inside the Cone

Ha! It worked! I got lots of suggestions from furiends to give the "Glummy face" and see if that got me out of the cone.

After that, it was just a matter of time until it come off.

A few licks of the hand that helps you never hurt.

I still have to put it on when I'm in the cage and when I'm sleeping, but Mom and Dad have relented and let me walk around with it on while they're home. Dad gave me some BS about not licking myself and getting infection, blah blah blah... I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention.

My NOMS furiends Samantha and Mr. Tigger got their Christmas in July package from me, and are finally able to post after sitting through some really nasty storm named Fay. I felt bad, because after some research on the feline species, I discovered that they don't like water (I sympathize). Apparently there was a lot of it down there.

I'm back to my usual self, chillin' at home, chewing on stuff I'm not supposed to:

So, when caught, I just tried that "Glummy face" tactic:

Nice tip there, guys! That one works like magic-- I got to keep the blue stick. Of course, I don't get a lot of positive modeling at home:

Mom was actually pretty happy this happened. She's been getting on Dad for a while now, saying the fact that he uses a loofa is just a bit too fluffy. Dad usually then gives her a big speech about societal expectations and reverse sexism and contradictory messages... that's when I REALLY tune out. Anyway, Mom's happy Snoufer did her a favor and killed the blue fluff-beast so she didn't have to go passive-agressive and help it "turn up missing."

I'm feeling great-- thanks for all the well-wishes! I'm taking a trip with everyone down to Illinois this weekend to visit family and help Dad out with something he calls a Fantasy Football draft. Mostly, my job is to distract the competition with my cuteness. I think I'm up to the task. We'll see if I'm up to handling something Snoufer calls "humidity." He's been to Michigan and Illinois before, and he says it's not fun. Maybe I can try the Glummy face on it...

Monday, August 25, 2008

The Curious Incident of the Pug in the Day-time

I'm back!

Whew! What an ordeal that was! First Dad takes me to this shiny place with lots of friendly people, then he leaves me there, then they give me a poke in my skin and I get all woozy and go to sleep, then I wake up and feel... really wierd, like something's missing. Can't figure out what, though... Oh, in other unrelated news, I have an odd line of funny-looking black things down by my back end. I try to reach them, but I've got this blooming cone thing on my head. It kinda freaks me out; I won't lie to you.

So that was Day One from inside the cone; Day Two was full of stomach-churning wierdness. Lots of stuff, coming out both ends. Didn't feel good, I can tell you that. But hey-- Dad seemed really upset, so I gave him lots of kisses and snuggles. In fact, I feel like snuggling a LOT lately. I just need to feel the humans next to me. Not really sure why, just do. Here's what's neat about it all, though: after not feeding me for like a day and getting me REALLY HUNGRY, Dad is now giving me this rice and meat stuff that is TO DIE FOR. I inhale it-- I never do that to food! I think there are some wierd little circular things in there that are hard, crunchy, and bitter, but I don't notice them too much. I'm too busy trying to figure out how to breathe around the food. Remember when Snoufer was sick, and I wished that I could get some of the side benefits too? Yeah... be careful what you wish for, right?

But life in the cone isn't all that bad. I get LOTS of cuddles and wrinkle-scratches and fussing, which is pawesome. Snoufer treats me a little better now; at least, he's not growling at me all the time. He does sniff my butt a lot, which is bizarre-- I've been here for almost 6 months, dude. You know who I am and what I smell like. Dad takes the cone off of me for a little bit during the day, especially when I'm outside. I can't got to the bathroom with that thing on. I don't know, it just freaks me out to do my business without seeing all around me. But, I get it put back on at night and during the day when Mom and Dad are at work. When it comes off, though, I get to play!

More news (of a sort): I'm starting to warm up to this whole water thing. I still don't think I like baths, but I will at least voluntarily get in the dreaded white coffin-- especially if Snoufer joins me.

And in other news, as of Day Three inside the cone (today), I have kept down all my food and antibiotics and have reduced swelling around the wierd black line, so things seem to be doing better! At least, Dad's mood is improved, and he's stopped looking at me like it's the last time he'll ever see me. Silly humans...

I'm so glad to be back, and I look forward to catching up with everyone!

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Puddy Updates

Hello everyone!

First of all, let me say that Puddy is doing fine. Having said that, things could have gone better. When he was released, he had SERIOUS swelling on his surgery area. In fact, when he came out I asked the nurse if his hoo-has were actually gone! She assured me that the swelling was normal and would go down with antibiotics and other meds he was given.

All went well last night: he slept through the night, and was able to eat some food. That morning, we started the antibiotics (Clavamox) and other meds. However, he was unable to keep any food down all day and also experienced diarrhea. After that, I took him to the doggie emergency room. He didn't appear to have any ill effects from the surgery (i.e., no soreness, normal appetite, normal energy), so we thought it might have been unrelated. He was two pounds lighter on Saturday when we took him in than he was on Friday when he got snipped.

The good news is that he didn't have to stay the night. The bad news is that the vet thinks the antibiotic was causing him some upset stomach, so we have to keep him off of food (for 24 hours) and water (for 12 hours) to let his stomach settle, and then get him back on the antibiotics with a bland diet. If he throws up again, we have to switch meds. Regarding his swelling, the vet was actually more concerned with that than the vomiting. He thinks that during the surgery they missed a vein and now he has a slight hematoma "down there". This makes the antibiotic situation CRUCIAL, since he has to keep those down (and have the right kind) in order to avoid a more serious problem from infection.

It's not as bad as I'm making it sound, but I'll admit that with my reservations going into the surgery, this is doing nothing to ease my mind. I'll keep everyone updated on what happens.

Have a happy day!

Friday, August 22, 2008

My Dogs Need (according to Google):

Hey everyone! I just got the call from the doggy hospital, and Puddleglum is awake and doing very well! I am so happy, and I'm sure I bugged the snot out of them asking for updates. He'll be going home today, so we may have a sleepless night but at least he'll be with us. I'm sure he'll feel fine enough to resume his duties blogging for all his friends pretty soon.

In the meantime, I am going to give you all the "[insert dog's name] needs" meme! It wasn't easy to do-- the curse of having unique names, I guess.

Puddleglum needs AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) --He does? Sure, I share a glass of wine, a snifer of port, a six-pack of beer, and a shot or two of Don Julio with him, but that's not excessive.

Puddleglum needs his happy thoughts --Oh, I think he's got them with him all the time.

All Puddleglum needs is some webby hands and feet --Webby hands and feet? That's it?

So, that's it for Puddleglum. Not a whole lot, is there? Let's try "Puddy".

Puddy needs lovin' --Well, he gets plenty of it at home!

Lovin' of the other kind, well... I think we all know that's out of the question now.

Puddy needs to turn 3 more or gain 74 more Werewolf points to reach the next level --Hmmm... I've got to cancel his World of Warcraft subscription.

Puddy needs a friend --What? Snoufer isn't enough?

Two-dog rule: that's inflexible. Sorry, little guy.

Puddy needs a pawdicure! --Well of course he does! What dog doesn't like a little pampering now and then?

Puddy needs some food --I bet he does, after having to fast for 12 hours yesterday.

Puddy needs to see a vet straight away --He's already there, so...

All Puddy needs to do is run another Puddystudy --The WWW must not be too sure on what the sum total of Puddy's needs are. In other news, the latest Puddystudy reveals that "popped collars" should be a Class C felony.

Puddy needs 5 to catch Liz --Five what? Don't leave me hanging! I want him to catch Liz just as much as you all do!

Puddy needs a family where rules are established, boundaries are enforced and Nylabones are abundant --Check, check, and semi-check (he prefers real bones first and flavored rawhides second)

Puddy needs to run --Oh, he does. Not only every day when I get home from work, but also several times a day in the house. The guy who we will have to hire to replace our carpet thanks you, Puddy.

Puddy needs some tricks and hints from you! --"Go potty" is tops on my list.

Puddy needs H2O ASAP --When it's hot outside, he certainly does!

Puddy needs to be removed from the list --What? And deprive him of a great deal on siding and windows, to say nothing of cable service?

Puddy needs to be "shown." --Oh, how I would love to have the time to do so. He is such a fine pug!

Puddy needs to stick to bare metal --Hmm... not sure why he would need that. I guess if he is SuperPug, living in a world with bare metal skyscrapers that would come in handy...

Puddy needs to deliver history lessons every so often --On behalf of Puddy then: NEVER GET INVOLVED IN A LAND WAR IN ASIA.

Puddy needs a cookie --More sugar? Right...

My Puddy needs to be petted --Am I the only one who is wierded out by this one?

Puddy needs your help --Yep. He's building an intergalactic death ray and he needs minions to die cheaply. Signup sheet is on the right.

Puddy needs a pinch! --Not quite the kind of "chew" I want him to engage in.

Puddy needs to be shaved --Wow. I would never do that, but what an interesting look that would be for him...

Puddy needs to be beaten to death with his own arms --This is just disturbing on too many levels to mention.

And here are Snoufer's needs according to Google! "Snoufer" doesn't return any results, but "Snouffer" does, so I'll use that.

Snouf(f)er needs no introduction to most boomerang throwers --Ah yes, Snoufer is mobbed by his boomerang fans daily. They keep cutting locks of his fur off as keepsakes.

Snouf(f)er needs something to do downtown in Chicago this weekend --I recommend going to see "Wicked." That's where I proposed to my wife!

Snouf(f)er needs no citation of authority --He sure doesn't. We all respect his authorita here!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Thoughtful Thursday

Hello everyone! This is Puddleglum's dad. I busied Puddy with his bone-- remember this one?

So, this is all that's left...

Maybe I can squeeze out a few minutes of computer time with him occupied.

This Thoughtful Thursday will have no literary content (did I hear a cheer?), but it is still very thoughtful. It also is a two-parter. The first part is found HERE, or you can just click the picture at the top of the right-hand column. The second part is this: I am taking Puddy to the vet's tomorrow to get... well, what should I call it? Neutered? But that seems to say, "I don't have a boy or a girl dog; I have an other/neither." Fixed? But there's nothing wrong with him to "fix." Altered? I certainly hope he won't be altered beyond a very select few testosterone-driven traits! Castrated? Seems a bit too clinical. Besides, it makes me think of the worst parts of either ancient Greece or Freud. So, I think I'll turn to a euphemism-- "snipped." Just know I use it more from social protest than squeamishness.

This was a very long and tough decision on our part (my wife and I, that is). Initially, our desire from Day One when we got Puddy was to keep him "intact" for breeding purposes (another problematic word-- will he be less of a dog after this procedure, whereas he is intact now?). The intent was to breed him with a Beagle for Puggles, since he has a few "undesirables" according to the pug breed standard (i.e., apricot-fawn coat, a bit too tall, a bit slim, etc.). He is an absolutely gorgeous specimen, and we liked the idea of a) not wasting that genetic line, and b) having a little bit of Puddy out there in the world. We have never intended to show him-- we're just too busy to focus on that like one needs to in order to succeed. However, we have since backed off of that stance and about two weeks ago I scheduled with our vet to get him snipped.

On the pro side of the issue, we have the unquestioned health benefits to Puddy. We love him so much and want to keep him around for a long time. This helps that. Also, every vet or Petsmart employee we have talked to has advocated snipping for population control reasons. We actually received a bit of a backlash from well-meaning persons suggesting that we visit the "doggie death row" at kill shelters before we breed him. Of course, no one should make a decision like this because they feel guilted into it, but there is a logical point there amidst the emotional ploy. There are thousands of dogs in that situation across America. Breeding Puddy will increase the supply of dogs outside of kill shelters, which will decrease the demand for dogs inside kill shelters, which will contribute (albeit indirectly) to more dogs being euthanized at these places. Then there were practicality concerns. We liked the idea of perpetuating Puddy's genetic line, but we weren't going to take any of the Puggles (we have set an iron-clad two-dog rule in our house). Also, while there is usually a financial arrangement set up between the owners, it is rarely (if ever) significant. In fact, the more profitable it would be for us (meaning, the more times we stud him), the more logical force the "death row" argument gets.

Finally, we have noticed Puddy developing some strongly testosterone-driven traits. He is not marking, but he is "dominant" everywhere, and frequently with Snoufer. This ranges from mounting to increased territoriality to possessiveness/aggressiveness with toys and food. In fact, Snoufer and him are getting along a good deal less cordially since Puddy has hit about 5-6 months. Also, he is absolutely "wired" 24-7. He reacts to every sound, he sprints recklessly around the house (often leading to collisions), and it is hard to get him to sit still for much more than a few seconds. One of my favorite things about him when he was little was whenever we would sit on the ground, he would immediately crawl in our lap and stay there until we removed him. It absolutely melted my heart. However, once he hit 5-6 months, he rejected this entirely. He does not snuggle, even when tired. We are hoping that getting him snipped will address some of these issues. Major caveat: WE DO NOT WANT HIM TO CHANGE SIGNIFICANTLY. We like not having an overweight dog, we like having a dog that can at least keep up with Snoufer, and we don't want a dog that is attached to us 24-7. We picked Puddy out of his litter-mates because he showed an independent and adventurous spirit, and we DO NOT want to lose that. I am just worried about the trends I see developing, since my family had a Scottish Terrier when I was in High School who became so testosterone-driven that he could not enjoy life. And, for our part, we were less able to enjoy him.

On the con side of the issue, I am terrified of putting my little guy under anaesthesia. This is an irrational fear, and I know it. Snoufer came through fine, so do thousands more each day. Yet, when it comes to Puddy, 1/10 of 1% is enough to cause my stomach to churn. Also, there is still the lingering desire my wife and I had initially to breed him which, while being outweighed by other considerations, is nonetheless as strong as ever. There is also the concern that the personality changes will be too drastic. Finally (and I don't know how to put this other than boldfaced and blatantly), I am a guy. Being in the field of psychology, I am very familiar with Freud and his concept of "castration anxiety" (it is one of the main drives for the Oedipus Complex, if anyone cares). While he is in many ways a crackpot and a nutjob, he's got a nugget of gold stuck in the rough here. It wierds me out-- I'll admit it.

None of these cons are enough to make me not get Puddy snipped. The logic is just too strong on the other side. However, they are plenty more than enough to cause me many sleep-deprived hours and an emotional roller-coaster the past few weeks. I know I'm doing the right thing; it just hasn't sunk into my gut yet. So why am I posting this? Not really sure. Part of it is catharsis, part of it is to let you know what's going on, part of it is to grope in the dark for reassurance, and part of it is because I like the sound of my own thoughts a bit too much. Take it for what you will. In any case, I welcome and crave everyone's prayers, good thoughts, well-wishes, and/or personal stories. I'll update with news and pictures as I can and feel like it. I may need to dig into the archives, though-- there's only so many pictures one can take of a pug with a cone around his head giving you the "Glummy face" from the couch. In the meantime, here are some pictures of Puddy and Snoufer.

Seriously Dad, it's not as funny as you think.

Oooh! Look at my new toy! I love this thing.

So does Snoufer.

Look at my proud pug stance-- protecting the family, one intruder at a time.

And saving the best for last to celebrate the start of the football season...

Hey, if Jason Taylor can be on Dancing With the Stars, so can I!

Boycott of Four Paws Toy Company

This is Puddleglum's dad.

I ran across a story on Olive's blog, and feel compelled to take action and share it with everyone.

The original story can be found at The Chai Story, and is heartbreaking. WARNING! Some of the pictures/videos are incredibly difficult and graphic. I do not know if this woman's story is altogether true; there are obviously always two sides. However, the behavior she describes of the company-- Four Paws-- is not at all uncommon or unbelievable. In any case, I believe the story she tells of her dog and the pictures she provides. The company claims that they have enacted a voluntary recall, but my local pet store still carries the product (and has no recall warning posted). In addition, as of today (Thursday August 21, 2008), the toy is still listed on the company's website.

**Edit** I initially called for a boycott of this company's products, but I have since contacted the company and they told me that they sent out the information to their distributors yesterday, which would give little time for the information to appear today. I also suggested to her that while the products are not available on the website for purchase, there should be a notification listed on the website of the unsafe toy and the progress being made toward its rectification. The lady was very open to this idea and promised that this would occur. **End Edit**

This is scary to me because I remember that our Scottish Terrier my family had when I was in high school played with a toy very similar to this one (I don't know if the company was the same one). I remember a few times where he had minor difficulty getting it out of his mouth, which I attributed at the time as being of the same variety as eating his own poop and vomit-- silly, odd behavior (I was in high school, remember?). Fortunately, nothing serious happened, and as this link shows, not all encounters end up as poorly as Chai's did. However, the potential is there, and everyone should IMMEDIATELY throw away this toy if they have it in their dog's stash.

Until evidence can be provided that this problem has been solved, I encourage everyone to write a letter of solidarity and avoid all Four Paws products. There are plenty of better toys and better companies out there. I enclose at the end a copy of the letter I sent to the CEO, who can be contacted via email at hbirk[at]fourpaws[dot]com, or by phone at (631) 434-1100.

Mr. Allen Simon,

I recently read of the injury sustained by several dogs while playing with a toy your company manufactures-- Pimple Ball with Bell (Item #20227-001, UPC Code 0 4566320227 9). This toy is unsafe in its design and should be recalled from toy shelves. I am personally enacting a boycott of your entire product line. Furthermore, I am encouraging this boycott of all your products to all whom I can contact via the blogosphere, the Internet, in stores, or interpersonally. This will be in effect until you physically recall the unsafe toy and issue a written warning on your website.


G. Spencer Owen

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Christmas in July!

Hooray!! I got giftswuhz!

Herbie, Ricky, Nixon, and Fatty's mom Liss organized a Christmas in July gift exchange this past month, and I signed up for it. We are all a little bit behind, but no biggie, BECAUSE I GOT PRESENTS!!!

A box! Ooooh, I bet there's stuff in it.

Tissue paper! That alone was worth the difficulty of opening a taped box. I'm set. But what's that note say?

Aaaw... Thank you, Samantha and Mr. Tigger! OK, back to the booty.

Check it out! A hot new T-shirt I can wow the ladies with. I sure must have been born lucky!

Cool! A framed picture of my new Not Of My Species Friends Samantha and Mr. Tigger!

Oh my doG! A honking duck! The honk kinda wierds me out a bit, but I'll get used to it.

See? Just fine! What? There's more? Wow...

Pawsome! A big long fuzzy stick! Two of my favies, all rolled into one! Rock on!

Umm... Snoufer? That's, kinda, like, mine...?

Hmmm... I guess not. We'll have to work that one out later. Let's see what else we've got.

Digging... still digging... Aha!

What the--? A hard shell-shaped contraption? What do I do with it?

Nothing underneath it... Hmmm... I think I'll just keep it nearby to remind me of my super-cool NOMS furiends!


More studly duds! But what's that say on the other side?...

Oh no it didn't! PUG life 4-evah!

A LEATHER COLLAR!! I have been begging Dad for weeks and peeing in his bed on purpose so I could get this! (in retrospect, maybe not the best tactic) Thanks SO MUCH, Samantha and Mr. Tigger!

And what's this? A no-stain chicken-flavored bone! Rock on! Hours of chewing, here I...

Oh. Snoufer wants that one too.

Oh well. I get my fuzzy stick back!

And here is the total picture with all my loot! Sam and Mr. Tigger, you are so cool! Thanks SO MUCH for the pawsome presents. I am one lucky pugger!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

This is what happens at 2 AM...

What? I'm not falling asleep. Not falling... asleep... Nosleep... [snore]

Monday, August 18, 2008

My Second Award!

Hooray! I love getting awards!

Roxy and Lucky gave me the Best Friends Forever Gold Card Award. I get this cool little plastic thingy...

(hope it's OK if I chew on it... because that's what I do to plastic)

and I have to follow some rules, so...

1.Only five people allowed.
2.Four have to be dedicated followers of your blog
3.One has to be someone new or recently new to your blog and live in another part of the world.
4.You must link back to whoever gave you the award

Well, Roxy and Lucky are dedicated followers, so that's great. But since they gave it to me, does that count? I'm going to try to do this without double-dipping on them, but it'll be hard because I'm kinda new and don't have a whole lot of dedicated followers. But Roxy and Lucky, just know you are awesome also!

1. Winston and Clementine
2. Napoleon and Rukia
3. Gus and Indy
4. Sophie and Dixie
5. Frances Louise
Actually, that was harder than I thought. I have more friends! Yay! Everyone else, I love you too! Frances Louise, also known as "Wild Alaskan Mountain Pug" is my new and/or other part of the world blogger friend. Alaska?! For a pug?! Seriously, it might as well be Antarctica. OH WAIT, SHE'S BEEN THERE TOO! Wow. That's all I have to say.

Not much happening here with me and Big Brother. Dad is slacking off on the yard, and then Colorado got DUMPED ON with rain over the weekend, which makes the yard a veritable jungle.

I am the pug-tiger. Fear me.

Even with all that rain, the yard still looks like a 16 year-old kid trying to grow a beard. Can you tell where the sprinklers don't work so well? Or perhaps, where Snoufer and I like to run and play?

Note to Mom and Dad: I like having the pillow on top of me in my cage. Deal with it. Stop laughing at me.

More as it happens!

One final note to everydoggy who reads my blog: Thank you so much! I love doing this, even if I can't always find the time to. I think it is so much fun to hear from other furry friends out there. Could you please do me a favor to help me with this (if you haven't already)? Could you add me to your blogrolls? That way, other people can see my awesome name (as Roxy and Lucky so astutely pointed out) and click on it to find out about MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry, I don't know what came over me... :)

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Thoughtful Thursday

Here's an idea I got from Wilson and Henry that I think is grand for my Thoughtful Thursday this week!

1) Bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own blog.

and I'll add a 5th:

5) Put 5 asterisks (5 stars!) beside ones that are in your top 10 ever (not all 10 necessarily on the list)

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen*****
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien *****
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling *****
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien

17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald

23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams *****
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy *****
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis *****
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy *****
48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray *****
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte's Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo *****

If you'll notice, I have 9 starred items-- this is a good list! I would probably round out my top 10 with Paradise Lost. Honorary mentions include Last of the Mohicans, Farenheit 451, The Brothers Karamazov, The Iliad, and Pygmalion (I know, it's a play, but I'm still right, so there).

Anyone who wants to do this on their own blog is welcome!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Not at all Wordless Wednesday (at the Rennaisance Festival)

Why do I even bother trying not to say anything? *sigh* Fine. I'll just stick to clever captions.

(Guy leading camel): Mgh. Mongo like pretty lady on camel.

Aah! I'm an ugly, stinking lama! Waaaah!! Lama face... (name that movie!)

Who dares challenge the Black Knight? Step forth, if ye be free of lower back pain, heart conditions, or pregnancy! (name that TV show, bonus for episode!)

(Squire): I get paid minimum wage for this?!

Cebu? Mutated camel? You be the judge.

It's so hot!!! For the love of God, PLEASE SHAVE ME!!

Verily I say unto thee, before the cock crows, thou shalt deny me thrice...

(Lama): I swear to God, one more second of this idiot human and I will bite off his face. Oh, I'll do it.

Ok. We have Jack Sparrow (18th Century New World), on an Elephant (Africa), advertising a Rennaisance Festival (12th-17th Century Europe), walking beside a nun holding a beer stein. Name at least three things wrong with this picture.