Dog On A Car Is Back

Not to be outdone by the new bitch on the block, striking a car top pose, Dog On A Car has returned. Today he turns personal grooming into performance art, while he turns...scratches...and repositions himself on a car roof. Knowing he started the car top craze, he has now set a new benchmark. Merely sitting or standing on a car roof does not merit "Dog On A Car" title.

Wall Street Wives

VB spent a few days this week in New York City, as she was coming down with a massive cold. She can't wrap her head around any VW stuff right now, especially after driving down to Manchester, CT for the upholstery work on the '65 Bug, among other auto related items.

In the midst of illness, and some turmoil around here (we happen to have a coyote roaming around "The Association"), she's just been spending time keeping up with politics.

Today she sees this: The Suffering of Wall Street Wives

"Wall Street wives are finding that they must defer dreams and fancy things," the L.A. Times reported in a page one story on Saturday. One wife, who had been looking forward to her husband's retiring with "$10 to $12 million," told the Times she was "so angry" with the stock market meltdown, which was "not in her plan." The husband made $400,000 last year, "but there are no reports yet on what will happen to 2008 bonuses and options."

"On Wall Street the average income is $365,000, according to the Times, "although top-flight managers typically make many millions more." Wall Street wives described to L.A. Times reporter Geraldine Baum "the pain of walking through malls and boutiques -how it hurts knowing they can't grab a few things for themselves that might catch their fancy."

"...one wife described "bitterly" the "lavish gifts" they had given to others - like the $5,000 diamond-and-platinum ring her husband had given his sister when she got married, along with a week at the Bellagio in Las Vegas. "I wish I had that money now," the wife told the Times.

Pathetic!

Maybe they can get a show on BRAVO, like "The Wives of Wall Street"


or


"This Bull's got balls, but he ain't goin' nowhere!"

US Presidential Elections - Mitt Romney

Dog On A Car says, "it's a lifestyle."

If you like Michael Vick and Judi Giuliani, I'm sure you'll be crazy for the anal-retentive schedule master, Mitt Romney! Granted, Mitt's not as bad as the other two, but I'm just a little worried about his decision making process. Even Chris Wallace from FOX News asks, "What were you thinking?"

Anyway, more dog tails from the presidential trail.


Romney's Cruel Canine Vacation

The incident: dog excrement found on the roof and windows of the Romney station wagon. How it got there: Romney strapped a dog carrier — with the family dog Seamus, an Irish Setter, in it — to the roof of the family station wagon for a twelve hour drive from Boston to Ontario, which the family apparently completed, despite Seamus's rather visceral protest.

Journeys of a shared life

Before beginning the drive, Mitt Romney put Seamus, the family's hulking Irish setter, in a dog carrier and attached it to the station wagon's roof rack. He'd built a windshield for the carrier, to make the ride more comfortable for the dog.

Then Romney put his boys on notice: He would be making predetermined stops for gas, and that was it.

As the oldest son, Tagg Romney commandeered the way-back of the wagon, keeping his eyes fixed out the rear window, where he glimpsed the first sign of trouble. ''Dad!'' he yelled. ''Gross!'' A brown liquid was dripping down the back window, payback from an Irish setter who'd been riding on the roof in the wind for hours.

As the rest of the boys joined in the howls of disgust, Romney coolly pulled off the highway and into a service station. There, he borrowed a hose, washed down Seamus and the car, then hopped back onto the highway. It was a tiny preview of a trait he would grow famous for in business: emotion-free crisis management.

And it offered his sons a rare unplanned stop.

Mitt Romney puts his dog on car roof



Disclaimer: I do not belong to P.E.T.A. I would never join P.E.T.A.

I'm just a dog lover. Oh, and BTW, I have been feeding the feral cats in my yard, leftover dog food, since the recent loss of Vagabondblogger Doggie.

Funkengroovin Wednesday - Handle With Care

This is the dog, from my "Dog On A Car" photos. This dog owns this corner! If it's not on a car around the corner, it's sitting here, in the shade, where the official garbage sweeping ladies gather to sit and drink tea. It's actually a sweet looking (and acting) dog, but it's wild and I wouldn't want to tangle with it.  I don't have a rabies shot, and I really hadn't planned on getting one either, but the paranoids around here think: "you need a rabies vaccine! you need wash your veges in clorox!"  (I bet that makes my lettuce taste like "ass in a glass" to quote Number One Son); and I forget and really don't care to remember the rest of the totally insane recommendations on how to survive Cairo (especially coming from people who've never been expats anywhere else).  It's getting near the 90's here, and perhaps a bit too hot for our dog to lay its buns down on top of a hot piece of metal, so today it's ass in the grass.

Speaking of buns, (in reference to my wonderful, Number One Son, who gave me the Bonnaroo Cold) I would like to add that about two days after coming down with the cold, I started feeling totally bummy. I was smacked sideways by Ramses' Revenge, King Tut's Trots, Cleopatra's Craps - you decide which phrase is most apropos, but when it comes out, it's all the same. In Azerbaijan we used to call it "The Baku Belly," which lasted two weeks (not less, not more - exactly two weeks). Subsequently, most of the photos I've caught here, were just recent, within the past (actually, just less than a) week.  I'm hoping, since I am feeling better, to get out and catch up on a few cars I had initially mentioned before my trip back to the States (hint: the tricked out bug with front light wipers).



Nice Tan Bug near KIMO, but a bit banged up.



Let me not forget to mention, what a pain in the ass, but from another angle, Blogger / Safari has gotten (exact origin unknown).  I think I've mentioned my recent problems with Blogger and Safari previously (a couple of times.)
First, for some unknown reason Safari became totally incompatible with Blogger during a Blogger update. So I downloaded Firefox, which gave me innumerable editing accessories I didn't have with Safari. The type of accessories that in Safari, require you to write your own HTML, which is tedious, and takes up all sorts of thinking and time wasting. So, I downloaded Safari 3 beta, which appeared to be just like Firefox. But, later, while trying to download photos, Safari 3 beta froze up, at which point I had to revert back to Firefox. You may say, "soooo what!" Well, all my tracking devices use my Safari cookies to exclude my computer from tracking. When you use another software program it registers as a new computer, thereby totally fucking up my tracking stats! So, for those of you, besides myself, who look at my stats, the ones for Cairo are skewed - just like my mind, at this point.











Purple Bug which looks like someone either keyed it extensively or it's been traveling through hard country. Lots of chipped paint on this thing. Do those teeny, weeny little fog lights work?



I had considered making Firefox my dedicated Blogger software. That would entail re-submitting all the new cookies from Firefox, for tracking, reading, etc., my blog. Duh. Not so easy, especially after I downloaded the Safari 3 beta and thought it worked. Call me stupid. 
In addition, I have to keep remembering to change the dates for my posts. Blogger saves the date you initially start your draft, and if you're not attentive, or maybe trying to "game" the system, i.e. pretending to put up a post on a date before you actually posted your entry, then they make it quite easy for the cheater in us. I have actually checked Technorati regarding a few dubious blog dates, since I personally thought I was loosing my mind, or that senility was starting to set in, or just to satisfy my suspicions. Since I draft my blogs, sometimes almost a week in advance, I keep my eyes out for that date (and time) religiously. I've found that a lot of things related to Blogger, either with Safari or Firefox, need to be handled with care, just like all of our old VW's.  I may talk like a truck driver, but I do try to be honest about it all.








Delivery van near Residence Hotel. They get daily deliveries, so I've had pretty good luck catching a variety of VW Delivery Vans here, at various times of the day. It's possible that I caught this van from a different angle, once before.
























Orange and white VW Bay Window Bus. This Bus looks like it's been keyed too. Looks like we have a few key using graffiti artists in our midst.








A blog about turning a gas guzzling bus into a vegan.
My Sustainable Summer Road Trip

We call our 1982 Volkswagen Vanagon a "volksvegan" because it is a diesel that my boyfriend modified to run on waste vegetable oil (WVO).

It has been quite a process getting her roadworthy, but after installing a new turbo engine, a second tank and system for the grease, and replacing parts on our old bus bit by bit (including installing the all-important hemp/organic cotton pop-top canvas), we are finally ready to hit the road for the ultimate test of this experimental sustainable fuel.

You can also read about their trip here.


The German Car Blog is showcasing a VW Multivan for the price of 130.00 Euros. Um, that's $177,423.00.  Are you kidding me!  If you're interested you better rush out to order one right this minute, as quantities are limited (and god only knows how much they'll be charging for VW Vanagons next week)!  Seems like prices are skyrocketing.  


To sum it all up:

Reputations changeable, situations tolerable

The Traveling Wilburys - Handle With Care