I shouldn’t have favorites but this is a favorite, quintessential Markoe: just fuckin’ great.
I’m so happy I have bragging rights to you, Merrill.
Hey I know her!
I have known this hilarious lady since we were art students together and Merrill was haunting gag joke shops and hanging around Camp 4 in Yosemite Valley.
Hey I know her! She is a great, talented artist and writer, gifted as well as cute as hell, a sharp dresser, pretty as anything, silly as all get out, an innovative comedian, a pioneer in her field which includes interviews at Fredrick’s Of Hollywood and maybe split crotch lace undies, and on top of all that, she’s a tender, tender loving rescuer of squirrel babies.
Love this and do think you nailed it regarding the traipsing after us for toilet time. We are there for them, after all, when nature calls, so they, no doubt, just want to return the favor. And cookies truly are a great reset for a crumby day!
Thank you for giving a foundation to my mental illness (?) with regards to my dogs that show no evidence of being valuable contributors to my household and yet have absolute authority in all matters. ALL MATTERS! I feel heard. You hear my feelings...?
Hasn't stopped me from having a series of them. The last one was so inbred (I'd known a few generations of his family) that he a) wasn't all there and b) had such severe anxiety that a fancy big-city $pecialist finally said the only hope was Prozac.
Which worked, BTW.
It still beat my BFFs cat, who due to a very traumatic life had occasional bouts of dissociative disorder/MPD, diagnosed for free by a pet shrink who was starting a magazine column. "Is this my beautiful house?" we'd sing.
My rescue dog poops exactly 3 times at one excursion. At night she sneaks around & does exactly one in front of my CPAP air intake wherever it is. If my very best human friend did this there would be a Talk. If my cat did it, it would be my fault.
Cookie ? Nah. My English black lab Alvin ( noooo not Theodore or Simon )The operative words. T R E A T . Dinner. Go. Drink your water (amazing isn’t it ??!) go to bed and our proper names . Mama & Daddy . Isn’t he simply brilliant ??🤣🤣🤣🤣. I’ve 5 sisters. 3 of whom are on the narcissistic spectrum. One definitely narcissistic and last but not least . Her life is alll about her dogs. All of us live in other states. Grateful . Even if I never get to spend solo time in our luxurious bathroom. Damn you are spot on . Funny woman u b.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Today’s “news”, yes, “that news,”is so screwed up a good laugh is so welcome. We can also be 100% sure our canines will not be attempting hostile takeovers of foreign countries.
My dog Archie is at this very moment sitting by my desk trying to hypnotize me with his stare. My excuse for putting up with this is that he's very cute and very cuddly, and protects me from squirrels and especially robins.
I’m reading this after taking her highness for a walk in which she chased a rabbit. I don’t run because a) I’ve got bad knees and b) I’ve got bad knees.
I haven’t gone to the bathroom by myself in years. I wasn’t going to get another dog but my friend called and said she needed a home for a rescue so I said okay. Best decision ever.
Zero out of pocket healthcare, she expects a third of whatever I eat though she prefers dead bunnies,t bones me to the last 19 inches of the mattress as I type yet would trade me for a single McNugget. I think it may be the communication gap that is appealing
You think dogs are needy narcissists, you haven't spent your life with cats. They DGAF about anything but themselves.
But at least they don't need to be taken on walks. Although I've had a few who enjoyed strolling, safely leashed, which still gobsmacks people when they see it, which in turn gobsmacks me, because the cat I got in... 1966? was leash-trained.
However, living with small furry mammals is nonetheless good for the soul. I'm currently between cats, and I had to buy an electric throw for the couch, because I hadn't the built-in heat source any more. OTOH the blanket doesn't need to go to the vet, be fed, be cleaned up after. and it never stands on my bladder. But it also doesn't purr or make me laugh.
Dogs are good. They evolved alongside us and probably understand us better than chimps do. Plus, no matter how old you are, it's always acceptable to say "PUPPY!" in a falsetto when you see a dog. Or, in the case of my neighbors' chonkster, "ooo, perro bravo, si si, bueno!"
I shouldn’t have favorites but this is a favorite, quintessential Markoe: just fuckin’ great.
I’m so happy I have bragging rights to you, Merrill.
Hey I know her!
I have known this hilarious lady since we were art students together and Merrill was haunting gag joke shops and hanging around Camp 4 in Yosemite Valley.
Hey I know her! She is a great, talented artist and writer, gifted as well as cute as hell, a sharp dresser, pretty as anything, silly as all get out, an innovative comedian, a pioneer in her field which includes interviews at Fredrick’s Of Hollywood and maybe split crotch lace undies, and on top of all that, she’s a tender, tender loving rescuer of squirrel babies.
I adore you Merrill.
Yeah everybody.
I know her.
Love this and do think you nailed it regarding the traipsing after us for toilet time. We are there for them, after all, when nature calls, so they, no doubt, just want to return the favor. And cookies truly are a great reset for a crumby day!
Thank you for giving a foundation to my mental illness (?) with regards to my dogs that show no evidence of being valuable contributors to my household and yet have absolute authority in all matters. ALL MATTERS! I feel heard. You hear my feelings...?
This is so hilarious, and so recognizable to anyone who has ever loved a dog! 🐕 l
Or a cat, for that matter.
Cats are even more entitled and less cooperative.
Hasn't stopped me from having a series of them. The last one was so inbred (I'd known a few generations of his family) that he a) wasn't all there and b) had such severe anxiety that a fancy big-city $pecialist finally said the only hope was Prozac.
Which worked, BTW.
It still beat my BFFs cat, who due to a very traumatic life had occasional bouts of dissociative disorder/MPD, diagnosed for free by a pet shrink who was starting a magazine column. "Is this my beautiful house?" we'd sing.
My rescue dog poops exactly 3 times at one excursion. At night she sneaks around & does exactly one in front of my CPAP air intake wherever it is. If my very best human friend did this there would be a Talk. If my cat did it, it would be my fault.
I would love to hear a recording of your dog saying "cookie"
Cookie ? Nah. My English black lab Alvin ( noooo not Theodore or Simon )The operative words. T R E A T . Dinner. Go. Drink your water (amazing isn’t it ??!) go to bed and our proper names . Mama & Daddy . Isn’t he simply brilliant ??🤣🤣🤣🤣. I’ve 5 sisters. 3 of whom are on the narcissistic spectrum. One definitely narcissistic and last but not least . Her life is alll about her dogs. All of us live in other states. Grateful . Even if I never get to spend solo time in our luxurious bathroom. Damn you are spot on . Funny woman u b.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Today’s “news”, yes, “that news,”is so screwed up a good laugh is so welcome. We can also be 100% sure our canines will not be attempting hostile takeovers of foreign countries.
My dog Archie is at this very moment sitting by my desk trying to hypnotize me with his stare. My excuse for putting up with this is that he's very cute and very cuddly, and protects me from squirrels and especially robins.
What you said.
I love my dogs so much that I don't even care that Sam and Frodo jumped up in my face this morning and chipped my tooth. It was MY FAULT.
They probably prefer you with a chipped tooth and had no other way to let you know.
Cancelling dentist visit now.
I’m reading this after taking her highness for a walk in which she chased a rabbit. I don’t run because a) I’ve got bad knees and b) I’ve got bad knees.
I haven’t gone to the bathroom by myself in years. I wasn’t going to get another dog but my friend called and said she needed a home for a rescue so I said okay. Best decision ever.
Zero out of pocket healthcare, she expects a third of whatever I eat though she prefers dead bunnies,t bones me to the last 19 inches of the mattress as I type yet would trade me for a single McNugget. I think it may be the communication gap that is appealing
You think dogs are needy narcissists, you haven't spent your life with cats. They DGAF about anything but themselves.
But at least they don't need to be taken on walks. Although I've had a few who enjoyed strolling, safely leashed, which still gobsmacks people when they see it, which in turn gobsmacks me, because the cat I got in... 1966? was leash-trained.
However, living with small furry mammals is nonetheless good for the soul. I'm currently between cats, and I had to buy an electric throw for the couch, because I hadn't the built-in heat source any more. OTOH the blanket doesn't need to go to the vet, be fed, be cleaned up after. and it never stands on my bladder. But it also doesn't purr or make me laugh.
Dogs are good. They evolved alongside us and probably understand us better than chimps do. Plus, no matter how old you are, it's always acceptable to say "PUPPY!" in a falsetto when you see a dog. Or, in the case of my neighbors' chonkster, "ooo, perro bravo, si si, bueno!"