I am annoyed that the Yankee-Tiger game was rained out. In lieu of good playoff baseball, I wiil regale you with a man that wears many t-shirts. The last one is a t-shirt of a Newfoundland (or Landseer). The Real BooMan was a Newf and I miss him terribly. If you’ve ever lost a dearly beloved pet, this is the place to talk about it and post kittie or pootie pics.
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Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly. He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
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I am pretty bummed too, I had been looking forward to the game all day (though I am sure we are rooting for opposite teams).
Did you catch this shirt in there?
yeah I saw that. How did you capture it?
pause it at the right moment. then hit alt+print screen, that takes a screen capture of your current window and copies it to the clipboard. Open up paint, paste it in, and there you have it.
Assuming you’re running one of the flavors of Windows, anyway.
kewl. I should sell those shirts.
Got Boo! and a this or other pictures of animal friends saying “even animals are capable of love and friendship why not us!”
it’s hard to top that pic.
That is a glorious picture, Manny, beagle?
full-blooded basset
Here is some music.
A detail from one of the two oil paintings I’ve ever done (both for begining painting back in my art school days).
Ursula, dog extrordinare.
so beautifully, so totally. I hope you do lots of paintings cause you have the soul for it.
The Gang of 4 doesn’t know what to do without Callie to boss them around.
Got her as a convict – arrested by the Johnson County IA cat police!
i lost truett, my 10 year aussie, 3 months back and it was my first time playing god, inthat i did vet euthansasia. told myself he was too far gone and hurting and all that; vet surely agreed. still, i secondguess some. if i tag this emotional stuff to anything political it is only that i spent some stupid time (years) wondering if my lefty affections weren’t stubborn hippie adolescence that i might need to outgrow. wasted self-doubt that, now long gone, that.
the power of dog gone hurts, of course; but the bigdogs who play god– with war lives and children for sex and low wages and no health care and the Lists of shame y’all write about for me to read and react–
tap into the anger of all injustice and inherent unfairness of the simple, profound loss of truett.
i think it may be both healthy and unhealthy to feel similar emotion and theme in my personal loss and the bastards still at play in my nation.
i would more easily play god in that arena. bet i would not be twisting much over my sweeping and final judgements.
lady friend says i should get another dog and i might, but not now.
It was exactly 3 months ago today that I said goodbye to my buddy Henry. He was 15 years old and lived a full life with the typical “mind-of-his-own” attitude of a beagle. And I do miss him.