OTOH, googling to make sure I wasn't talking out my ass turned up the following:

Grudge Match: Rottweiler v. a-Rottweiler's-weight-in-Chihuahuas. Who wins?

WWWF Grudge Match! Now that's a blast from the internet past. Check out the state-of-the-art mid-90s web design....

This is my fave: Red-Shirted Ensigns vs. Stormtroopers

It's just past midnight in the industrial section of Los Angeles. The sounds of a window being shattered roll across the mostly empty streets, adding a burglar alarm to the several car alarms already going off. Steam rises from a manhole cover as Ensign Jackson, Ensign Johnson, and Ensign Smith walk down a dark alleyway. A cat scurries away from them, momentarily masking an eerie humming noise coming from behind them. Ensign Jackson turns to stare directly into a hovercraft full of stormtroopers!! "Monochromes!" The others turn, but it's too late for Ensign Johnson, who takes a laser shot right in the chest. Ensign Smith gets one in the leg but is O.K. They dive behind some garbage cans (which guard them from the laser fire) and fire back. After one stormtrooper is wounded, they drive off, considering their drive-by shooting a success. But it's only the beginning...`

An all out turf war between the "Reds" and the "Monochromes" breaks out. Considering their propensity for dying, not to mention their bad aim, who comes out on top in this gang war to end all gang wars? (No back up from the Empire or the Federation is allowed.)

I had to play shower games. There was an incident with a candle and hot wax.

Oh, no, not shower games. You poor thing. Dr. Who will cheer you up, though.

Taxes are finally done. I have rehearsal Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and a concert on Friday.

Oh, and my parents are getting a new puppy! She's so cute, judging from the pictures.

I had to play shower games.

The worst shower game I ever had to play was at a baby shower. They melted chocolate candy bars in diapers and then you had to look in the diaper to guess what the candy was. It was so gross I had to walk away.

I had to play shower games. There was an incident with a candle and hot wax. I'd met the bride for approximately five minutes before I was under her skirt in the hotel lobby fussing with her bustle.

I think I saw this porn movie once.

Definitely photoshop. I have known a Neapolitan Mastiff and she was 115 pounds as a juvenile, and huge and slobbery and farty and generally Not My Sort Of Dog, but not even hip-high.

My family really wants to get a dog as soon as we are in a position to make this reasonable, and the more I think about it, the more I think I want a dog that is basically just a slightly larger cat. Do they make dogs like that? This may become a dilemma...

My friend has a Bichon Friese, and he's about 15 pounds, very sweet, very cute, and quite smart. I want one myself.

The worst shower game I ever had to play was at a baby shower. They melted chocolate candy bars in diapers and then you had to look in the diaper to guess what the candy was. It was so gross I had to walk away.

I played a similar baby-shower game, only it was baby food that was in diapers, and you had to guess what the baby food was (strained prunes? pureed peas? ACTUAL POOP?).

Okay, no, there was no actual poop. It just looked and smelled like it.

Was that supposed to be a neo?

Because Mastiffs are taller and more massive than Neos.

The benching area at IKC where the giants live is kind of amazing. And I have known ponies that are smaller than some of those dogs.

Dr. Who will cheer you up, though.

I hope so, because Friday Night Lights made me cry. Stupid awesome show with its stupid awesome Kyle Chandler.

I think Bichon Frises are also non-allergic dogs, aren't they? (There's one breed that is, that doesn't shed or have the same kind of dander or something.)

A friend had a Bichon, and he was friendly, well-behaved, and not toy-sized small. Nice breed.