Those of your plaintive cries emoting “Enough patriarchy-blaming, already! Show us the dog!” have not fallen on deaf ears. Here is young Bert, now a solid 8 months old, stalking one of the 1672 half-inch cricket frogs that populate the idyllic riparian milieu at El Rancho Deluxe.
As you can see, Bert is dainty, and believes that he will probably die if he gets wet above the hock. This is not ordinarily considered a virtue in a golden retriever, but I’m willing to overlook it on accounta he digs holes so well. His other hobbies include sticking his butt in your crotch, and sticking his nose in your crotch.
We watched Westminster together the other night, but Bert fell asleep before the golden won best in group.
In the cutthroat world of professional doggism, male dogs are called “dogs” and female dogs are called “bitches.”