Dog miscellany

I don’t really watch TV and couldn’t give a rat’s ass about Paris Hilton and her little gerbil dog. But on the eve of Tinkerbell’s return to her mistress, one of the funniest (and frequently over-the-line) bloggers I know has written The Tinkerbell Hilton Diaries: My Life Tailing Paris Hilton. In the book, which will be released shortly, Ms. Hilton’s furry friend reportedly bemoans a life spent “smell[ing] heiress armpit all day long.” Read some quotes from the author in today’s USA Today. (Thanks, #1.)

Please don’t misunderstand: I love dogs, just not rich girls’ chihuahuas. Back in Gainesville, in the one-step-up-from-a-double-wide apartment I’ve mentioned, I had a Rottweiler named Ripley, and it broke my heart when she died. My mom has something like ten dogs (it’s hard to keep track — old ones die, new ones are found along the roadside — but the total vacillates between nine and seventeen). While I ridicule them as a group, there’s one I pick up the second I walk in the house. I kiss her on the head and let her lick my face, and I carry her around like a baby.

Anyway. If you’re dog lover enough to read books about them — but you know who you are — my friend Terry Bain‘s forthcoming You Are a Dog is a more sympathetic option than Tink Hilton’s memoirs. It’s said to consist of “hilarious, captivating commentary that gives us . . . a true dog’s-eye view of the world.”

Update: Since it’s unlikely that there will ever be another post devoted solely to dogs and dog books at, I’ll quote this message from Steve of One Pot Meal:

Another dog book that’s satisfyingly sappy and sufficiently serious is “Unleashed: Poems by Writers’ Dogs.” Also, fellow blogger and poet Joseph Duemer has written nicely about his canine companions in a couple of books.

Puppy needs homeFinally, if you live in these parts, are headed in the direction of Raleigh/Durham, North Carolina, and are enough of a dog lover to transport a “very sweet, 6-month-old doggy, part terrier/part cattle dog with beautiful brindle fur” (see photo, right) from a New York City rescue shelter even halfway there, let me know.

The (non-threatening, perfectly friendly) prospective owner is poor but is willing to pay $100.


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