Comments on: Guest Blog: Too Bad It Wasn’t a Man in a Costume

By: Peggy

Peggy — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 06:02:10 +0000

This makes me think of an incident that happened tonight. I score keep for the YW basketball games every week. Tonight we had a lady bring her dog with her to the game. She was warned to take the dog outside. All she did was go into the hallway and let her dog walk around. Again she is asked to take the dog outside. Finally she gets upset and leaves. Later on as I’m cleaning up I see that her dog had peed in the hallway and she didn’t even bother to clean it up.

By: Shannon

Shannon — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 19:01:47 +0000

I was a klepto-child myself. I didn’t have the business sense that Ted & dad had though. Instead I just stole treasures that I cherished for years and years, stashing away in a treasure box. Among these prized possessions: decorative keys from my kindergarten class and a shiny stone from my friend’s dresser. That’s right — I aimed high.

By: Eric

Eric — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 18:44:42 +0000

I actually had a similar experience in my own crime-saturated youth. To fend of poverty and the depression created in watching my siblings drooling from hunger, I began a life of crime in the “hoods” outside Los Angeles (Utah? ‘hoods? Please . . . ). I calculated that I could swipe/shoplift/steal/abscond with these little plastic monsters and sell them at school. to expedite this, I purchased a “pee-chee” folder. Why? Because they were $.10 and provided me with a large bag–a bag, coincidentally, that was large enough to house many rubber/plastic monsters. I would then go to Woolworths (where they made fantastic home-made chocolate shakes…but that is another story), where I would sneakily drop monsters in the large bag. Then I would sneak out of the store and sell the monsters at school. A very profitable scheme. Unfortunately, all criminals are eventually caught. I was no different. I was hailed into a back room by store security and the manager. They threatened me, cajoled me, explained the lifelong consequences of a life of crime. Their messages finally began to sink in. They banned me from the store for life, confiscated my hot stash of monsters, and booted me out–telling me that if I did not discuss this with my parents, they would. I told my parents that very night of my criminal past, and pledged not to break the Ten Commandments, nor would I violate the laws of the land. Well, anyway, that’s my story of a life of crime.

By: Justin

Justin — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 03:41:32 +0000

GENIUS… GENIUS!!!

By: Bdawg

Bdawg — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 02:00:32 +0000

I had no idea about your gorilla or days back in the hood…I know you so much better now.

By: Shannon

Shannon — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 19:34:35 +0000

I can’t wait for you to meet Turk, Ted!

I think I typically tend to worry a lot about Turk being obnoxious to non-dog people. I find I’m able to relax so much better when I know everyone in the room likes dogs, even more so when I know they’re comfortable telling my dog ‘no’ if he misbehaves. If I know someone doesn’t like dogs, I tend to try to keep Turk away from them as much as possible so he’s not in their face too much. I find it hard to relax if I think he might be bugging someone.

I have definitely known dog owners like you’re describing who let their dogs be crazy with or without guests. Justin and I were at someone’s house once and their dog peed all over the carpet. When we told the owners, they said, “Yeah he does that when he’s excited” and DIDN’T CLEAN IT UP. Their dogs were pretty out of control in general, and it’s really annoying to go to someone’s house and have a dog jumping all over you while the owners just laugh and say, “Yeah, he jumps a lot!”