You've got to love this story from Dallas. Two pugs who ate their owners are now up for adoption! That's right. ATE their owners! It seems the married couple who owned the dogs committed suicide, together, leaving the dogs to fend for themselves, for at least days! What are two little doggies supposed to do? That's why Levi maintains dogs should always be allowed to determine their own necessary amount of fat reserves!
This reminds me of one of my favorite dog songs by proto-punk rock legend Nick Lowe, Marie Provost (sic). The song, below, is about a silent film star, Marie Prevost, who, after great early success, died alone in her Hollywood room at the age of 38. Her body was eventually found because of the incessant barking of her dachshund.
Rumor has it that Marie's legs were covered in tiny bites when the medics removed her. Nick Lowe sings that, "She was a winner/who became the doggie's dinner."
If you've not heard Nick Lowe's song, or if you have, have a listen now and enjoy this little video. It's a great tune that you'll be humming all day, as you make sure to feed your dogs plenty. But first, the lyrics:
MARIE PROVOST
Nick Lowe
Marie Provost did not look her best
The day the cops bust into her lonely nest
in the cheap hotel up on Hollywood west
July 29
She'd been lyin' there for two or three weeks
The neighbors said they never heard a squeak
While hungry eyes that could not speak
said even little doggies have got to eat
chorus:
She was a winner that became a doggie's dinner
She never meant that much to me
Whoa oh poor Marie
Marie Provost was a movie queen
mysterious angel of the silent screen
And run like the wind the nation's young men steamed
When Marie crossed the silent screen
Whoa she came out west from New York
but when the talkies came Marie just couldn't cope
The public said Marie take a walk
All the way back to New York
-repeat chorus-
Those quaalude bombs didn't help her sleep
As her nights grew long and her days grew bleak
It's all downhill once you've passed your peak
Marie got ready for that last big sleep
The cops came in and they looked around
Throwin' up everywhere over what they found
The handiwork of Marie's little dachshund
That hungry little dachshund
-repeat chorus-
poor Marie
This is more the journal of a writer than it is a traditional pack of "dog stories." In order to find focus for my writing, I've decided to center it around dogs on this site. I am not to dogs as the Wolfman is to wolves. I am merely a Dogman in that I've lived my entire life with dogs, I like them a lot, and recognize that they can supply seemingly inexhaustible material for short writing pieces.
There are essays, stories, humor, and anything else I might think of that's in some way related to dogs, or cats.
If you enjoy a story, you will find it contains links to other stories, either about the same dog or on the same theme. My goal is to create a hypertext dog playground, where the reader can start or stop anywhere, and move freely from one story to the next. While each piece is meant to stand alone, I am at the same time trying to create a more extended picture of my life with, and thoughts on, dogs.
The photos accompanying these writings are rarely mine, and should you be a copyright holder who objects to a photo's use, I will happily remove it upon notice. There are a few original photos of my dogs and cats, but fundamentally this is a website of original writing, with a Saturday Roundup of the Week's News of the Dog.
Please leave comments or opinions, and help me share my work with as large an audience as possible.
As of 2010, updates to From the Den of the Dogman will be much less frequent. I am still writing, just about things other than dogs. When I have a new piece relative to the Den, I'll go ahead and post it, but until then, we have our memories.
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