The Other Drummer

Seriously. Joy Douglas from Boulder, CO decides to dye Cici, her poodle, pink to raise awareness for breast cancer. Unfortunately for her, the city’s code states, “No person shall dye or color live fowl, rabbits, or any other animals.” It’s an odd law to have on the books, but apparently it’s to keep people from dying bunnies pink at Easter. Whatever.

I have issues with this woman for a number of reasons.

1. She named a poodle “Cici”.

2. She owns a poodle. Nobody takes people with poodles seriously.

3. I’m aware that breast cancer exists. Dying a poodle (or anything else for that matter) pink is not going to make me more aware. I also believe I am not unique in my awareness of breast cancer – most people have heard of it. In fact, I’d say awareness of breast cancer in the U.S. is probably hovering around the 99% mark.

4. I think the money spent on dying her dog could have been put to better use. Like, I don’t know, contributing it to cancer research.

5. She got fined for the wrong thing. I don’t care if she dyed her dog – wearing those tights has to be breaking some kind of city ordinance.

The article states that this isn’t the first dog she’s dyed. Apparently “Lulu” had been dyed before, but has since died, making Lulu a dyed dead dog. Did Ms. Douglas dye Lulu black for her funeral? We can only speculate.

Now some choice quotes from Ms. Douglas:

“I have a personal connection to my animal, I would never hurt my animal, I have a business full of little beautiful animals that are treasures for not only myself but the community.”

“Cici is being stripped of her civic duty, and I don’t plan to take it sitting down.”

“The police department claims that we dye our dogs. We do not dye our dogs. We color the dogs.”

This was the first time I’d been made aware that animals could have civic duties. Huh. For the original story, as well as some video footage of this staunch activist and her little dog too, click here.

Oh, Southwest. What do you have against young, “attractive” women using your airline?

Recently, two girls (see photo, above) were escorted off a Southwest flight after pounding on a bathroom door (“HURRY UP IN THERE! I HAVE TO CHECK MY MAKEUP!”), yelling at another passenger and being generally obnoxious. After all this, the flight attendant only rebuked them, not the other passenger(s) involved.

Oh, yeah. And when one of them asked for bottled water when she got on the plane she was told she’d have to wait until they served the beverages to everyone else. *Pout*

Southwest says they were being disruptive and even went so far as to have them escorted off the plane by uniformed officers when they reached their destination. The girls say they were discriminated against because they were young, good-looking and (in one of the girl’s own words), “Nobody else on the plane, really, looked like us.”

The reporter asks, “Did being pretty get them kicked off the plane?”

Let me answer that question for you: HECK NO. Because at least one of the women involved looks less like she does in the first photo, and more like this:

Normally I try not to judge people on physical appearance. But when the whole incident is allegedly based on looks, you gotta take it into account.

You can see the full video at CNN’s site.

I really like the song “Hey There Delilah” by Plain White Ts – great writing. Who knew it was inspired by an actual girl named Delilah? Apparently the lead singer met Delilah (Columbia graduate and Olympic hopeful – she has a lot going for her) and was smitten. Despite her having boyfriend, he promised to write the best song of his career – the one that was going to make him famous – and dedicate it to her. Sure enough, it’s been nominated for Song of the Year and a Grammy.

Here’s the source of his inspiration.

Oh. And she agreed to be his date to the Grammys. Glad to see she’s got a little class.

Fluffy the Wonder Cat curled up next to a transformer in an electrical substation and ZZZZT! The result? One well-done kitty and 12,000 homes and businesses without power. Riots ensued, PETA sued and some little girl in Idaho is crying today while her dad is silently rejoicing that someone else took care of the job for him.

Cat image courtesy of our friends across the pond. Full story here.

Oh yeah. This is totally my neighborhood. Some dude tries to walk out of the store with some pizzas, is confronted by an employee who he stabs. Genius Pizza Boy then decides to leave his truck in the parking lot and run to his nearby apartment.

A police bloodhound tracked him down. Apparently those dogs can smell pepperoni for miles.

Now, I’ve had some serious cravings. There was this one time I crossed into another state to find these frozen burritos I used to eat in college. But I’ve never broken the law to satisfy a craving, and certainly not to the point of injuring someone or something.

Wait. Scratch that.

I did run over a cat once on a late-night run to Baskin Robbins. I yelled at it to move out of the road – or maybe I mumbled something, I can’t remember – and it didn’t listen and the place was about to close, so, yeah. Thud. But let me tell you, few things taste quite as good as a three scoop sundae of Quarterback Crunch ice cream covered in caramel with whipped cream and a few of those fake cherries on top. Totally worth it.

Baskin Robbins logo from here, original story on KSL here.