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This Halloween I’ll be wearing a costume of white fur with tan spots. Yeah, just like the one in the photo above. Not for me any of this nonsense about dressing up as a shark or an elephant.

American dogs have no self respect. Nor do Indian dogs, apparently.

More humiliating photos of me over at the housemate’s Flickr page. If it’s so wrong to shoot somebody in the back, shouldn’t it be wrong to shoot somebody from the back too?

And apparently I’m being put on a diet, all because the housemate wouldn’t fork out the money for a proper lens that doesn’t stretch everything horizontally. There’s no way I’m that hippy in real life.

There should be a law against people posting these kinds of photos of you on Flickr without your written permission. And calling it “doggie porn”, as I overheard the housemate saying to somebody today. I hate that new camera.

The housemate has a new camera, and spent part of this morning chasing me around trying to photograph me (I really need an agent). She posted this one on Flickr. Have to admit it isn’t half bad.

Snooping around on her MacBook the other day, I also discovered that this photo was used in the latest Global Voices internal newsletter (who even knew they had one), with the caption “Here’s Delphine preparing to enter a wet fur contest.” Pretty damn demeaning, if you ask me. How do you think she’d feel if I released photos of her in the shower? Gotta get me some of those.

Trust the housemate not to tell me about the Global Voices Valentine’s Day poetry contest. I found out in time to submit my entry, however. So much for her efforts to suppress my creativity!

Here’s my poem:

The Seventy per-cent Solution: A Valediction
for J Paul Serengeti

What can I do to prove to you
That I really am a dog?
(Damn you, New Yorker!)
Show loyalty? (By blogging daily? Answering every comment?)
Fetch? (Tried that; got sued by these people)
Sniff the behinds of other members of the dogosphere? (Would try it if I knew how)
“canineboy88″: a beguiling handle
And I, a novice in the ways of instant messaging,
Allowed you to lead me on.
You found my dog-talk “authentic”;
I found yours endearingly lame.

Who knew the answer would arrive
In a heart-shaped box?
“Be my Valentine!” your card read,
“Quit pretending you’re a dog and marry me!”
70% cocoa. Bittersweet.
It wasn’t easy swallowing that last praline.
But at least now, perhaps you will believe that I am a dog.
Or I was a dog
And stop hounding me.

Hypoallergenic kittens? Sheesh. What next: dogs that don’t lick each others asses?

Took a break from blogging today and let the housemate photograph me instead. Note my crossed paws.

This little backwater where I happen to make my home donated US$2 million to the Hurricane Katrina relief efforts the other day.

Here are some of the completely unsurprising things a not terribly comprehensive sample of the population had to say.

Technorati Tags: hurricane+katrina, relief, trinidad+tobago, caribbean, funding, donation

Stole this from the housemate’s blog:

On a recent episode of the ever-wonderful Open Source Radio devoted to the situation in New Orleans, Christopher Lydon described the city as “the most exotic, most Caribbean [emphasis added], most vitally decadent, most nearly universal city in the United States”.

Since one of the things New Orleans and the Caribbean share is an attitude towards music (that at the deepest level, it’s something more than entertainment), I’ve decided to devote some more space on this blog to spreading the word that Putumayo World Music has pledged to donate all proceeds from the sale of their albums New Orleans and Mississippi Blues to relief efforts in the Gulf Coast area through the end of the year.

You can also find a list of other organisations to donate to and through at the Network for Good. And you can help out my kind by visiting Noah’s Wish.

Technorati Tags: International+Blogging+for+Disaster+Relief+Day, Hurricane+Katrina, New+Orleans, Putumayo

When last have I posted here? The housemate’s been hogging the computer lately for all sorts of dastardly purposes, so it’s hard for a dog to maintain a blog.

On a completely unrelated note, you just might want check out Malcolm Gladwell’s piece on the US health-care system in the New Yorker.

And we’re also enjoying The Huffington Post.