Open Thread: Too Good Not to Front-Page

What the Fvck Has Obama Done So Far?

(h/t commentor Martin)

Early Morning Open Thread: Snarls Barkly

From commentor Tony S (continuing yesterday’s story):

We purchased our house in 1999. It was an estate sale–the owner was hardly cold before the place went on the market. She had been a beagle lover all of her life. Although one dog passed away soon after she did, another pup, Gypsy, survived, although she had a stroke soon after her owner passed. We actually insisted Gypsy come with the house–which made us golden in the eyes of the executrix of the estate. Gypsy had 16 years of vet records and was probably a couple of years old when she herself was rescued. She lived for another two years.
Even while Gypsy was still around, we decided to make a practice wherever we could of adopting elder dogs. A total of 10 pups later, seven of whom have passed, we’re still doing it.
Knowing our weakness for senior beagles, a friend of my wife brought in a flyer she’d found at her laundromat in Brooklyn about two elder beagles that needed a home. The poster had been put up by a wonderful young woman named Elin who has her own ad-hoc organization for difficult to place pups. The two dogs had found a place–but Elin had another dog who might be in need of a home. He was a hound collie mix, and, although he got along with other dogs, he tended to view cats as potential snack items. This made the dog’s current placement rather problematic.
A few weeks later, Elin called and said that, yes, Snarls was available. We arranged a pickup in deepest Brooklyn at a doggie day care center. We’ve always given our dogs fun names. One of our favorite canines was named “Woofgang I’m a Dogus Muttsound,” and went by the name of Woofy. My wife, Celine, saw the new dog’s picture and immediately decided on Snarls Barkly.
Snarls had had a pretty rough time. He’d been left in a crate in front of a police precinct in the South Bronx at 4:00 am on the morning of February 10th, one of the coldest days of the year. He was in a state the ASPCA described as “filthy.” He also had never been fixed, had a freshly broken tail and a big tumor on his leg, and could definitely be described as emaciated. Our vet later said he was about nine years old. His cloudy eyes definitely speak to that age. As soon as the ASPCA got Snarls, they “fixed” (hate that phrase) him and removed his tumor. So when I met him, which is when the first picture was taken, he was wearing an Elizabethan Collar and an expression that mixed bemusement, waryness and fear. At one point I tried to pick him up, touched his tail, and got a nip to let me know to be more careful next time.
We had three dogs at home when we got Barkly. We dog sit our friends pups a lot, and, given that we have seniors, our current pack is both used to four-legged comings and goings and quite accepting of new friends. Barkly pretty much ignored them. We view our dogs as both heating accessories and family, so they sleep next to us on the bed. We had to build a little nest on the side for Barkly, because he refused to get up on the bed for weeks. Instead, he would go out in the back yard, build a pile of leaves, and lie down in it. Though he would sometimes lie on his side, his favorite position was a sort of frog-like pose with his legs stretched out straight back that would allow him to move into action in the quickest way possible.
Eventually, Barkly figured out that it was OK for him to get in the bed. Since then, he’s spent 85% of his time in the exact same space, curled up between our two pillows. He is a very quiet dog who still doesn’t seem to quite understand why he’s actually being allowed inside.
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World Series Open Thread

Because some of the Left Coasters asked, and we live to serve. Jeff Danzigers’ website.

May the Giants’ hard-earned success portend similar results for the Good Guys in the political stadia tomorrow…

Open Thread: Forward This One

… to those online friends & family members who have no memory whatsoever of any political events before, well, last Friday maybe.

(h/t commentor Wordsmith)

Open Thread: GOTV

I wish the Tank McNamara strips were better archived on-line ( only goes back to 1998) because over the years Millar & Hinds have done better real-world commentary than at least 67% of our avowedly “political” cartoonists.

Open Thread

Rather than continue to be emo and/or obnoxious, I’m just checking out for a few days. WVU lost. Steelers lost. Tomorrow will be a bloodbath. Thank goodness I will be traveling tomorrow and miss all the coverage. So, this is John Cole checking out at least until tomorrow night, at which point I hope to be somewhat sedated.

And don’t forget to order your 2011 Pet Calendar by clicking to the right…

Early Morning Open Thread: Beg!

From commentor Tony S:

You asked people to send in rescue stories… I’ve got a bunch of them.
I’ve been looking for a reason to write them up. If you’d like, I’ll be glad to tell the tale of the 11 dogs we’ve rescued since we bought our house 10 years ago, one at a time…
To whet your appetite, here are some photos of our latest rescue, Snarls Barkley, who I briefly mentioned in our previous post–first from the day we got him, then in recovery with his collar off, then peacefully snoozing on my wife’s shoulder.

I guess if we want to hear Snarls’ story, we’re all gonna hafta beg…