Events

Got one. Here's Parker in full-stealth mode: This time the intended victim was Key, one of the enormous labs Parker has known for most of his life. (I confess, this may be a photo of Buck. I'll have to take a look at Key's nose tomorrow morning...) No ParkerCam today or Friday.

From our visit to the park Saturday Morning: Parker sees an old friend. I just missed catching him in his "no one can see me" crouch, in which he, a black dog with a wagging tail on short green grass, completely fails to surprise anything he thinks he's stalking. Late correction, 12:45 CT: "Old" was exactly the wrong word for two reasons, now that I remember who was there. A 10-week-old golden retiever moved to the neighborhood recently; Parker met her for the first time moments after I took this photo....

Finished in Pacifica, Calif.

This little piggy went to hell: Parker disembowels yet another toy, decapitating it in the process. So sad. This was one of his very first toys: a little squeaky pig that I got at the adoption event back in September.

Via Andrew Sullivan, Senator Obama's remarkable address to the graduating students at Southern New Hampshire University yesterday: There is a verse from the Bible that is sometimes read or recited during rites of passage like this. Corinthians 13:11: “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child. Now that I have become a man, I have put away childish things.” I bring this up because there’s often an assumption on days like today that growing up is purely a function of...

Steve Benen at Talking Points Memo nicely sums it up: The AP had an interesting item today, highlighting Attorney General Alberto Gonzales' perspective on being close friends with the president. As the embattled Gonzales sees it, his close relationship with Bush, which spans decades, is inherently "a good thing" for everyone. "Being able to go and having a very candid conversation and telling the president: 'Mr. President, this cannot be done. You can't do this,'—I think you want that," Gonzales told...

Parker and I are hard at work at Inner Drive Technology World HQ: I don't know how long we'll stay, because it's ridiculously nice outside. That is all.

Ah, the joys of the bully stick... I particularly love the trance-like state he gets into when gnawing on one.

This is absolutely the last thing you want to see if you're a rabbit. Fortunately, given Parker's hunting skills, it wouldn't actually be the last thing you saw, but it would still scare the pellets out of you:

Schadenfreude embarrasses me a little. I never want to wish death on anyone. But sometimes, someone dies who spent his life in opposition to everything one holds dear, and one cannot help to feel just the tiniest bit pleased at his passing. Of course I mean Jerry Falwell, one of the most reprehensible characters in American politics this century. In conversations with friends since yesterday, a couple of things came out: First, it's too bad there's no "him" left to contemplate the fact that he's not...