Largehearted Boy has been kind enough to provide a link to one of the funniest things I've seen in some time (you'll need Quicktime and some volume, but trust me on this one...it's worth it). And today I needed a laugh, so thanks David! And thanks Venis Productions.
I know that I often present myself as one who is reticent to change. Some readers may get the idea that I live in a bubble or a cabin in the east San Diego mountains. Actually, I'm not at all adverse to most change and welcome it with at least a half-open mind. For instance, take the Labradoodle. Now if I were so set in my ways, I would spew forth at least three paragraphs on why this is abhorrent and why humans shouldn't tinker with nature, that we're all asking for it by mixing breeds for nothing more than our own vanity and profit. I would probably go off on how the Labrador is a regal breed that shouldn't be diluted with the likes of the poodle. But I won't.
I'm all for the Labradoodle. In fact, I once had a female chipughua (chihuahua/pug mix) as a neighbor. When we brought Homer, a male American Eskimo, into the family, I suggested a new breed, the Chipugimo. After a few weeks with just the pure breed Eskimo, I realized that this would definitely alter the course of future animal/human relationships, so I abandoned the idea.
