"Homing pigeons can famously find their way home over long distances, and there have been many reported instances of lost cats turning up at their owners' houses. But one dachshund in Bredstedt, a small town in the northern German state of Schleswig-Holstein, showed herself to be even smarter than those animal navigators. She turned herself in at the local lost-and-found office."
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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Oh God. I just went fetal under my desk. OH MY GOD THE PHOTO OF THE DACHSHUND IN THE GRASS FROLIC LITTLE DACHSHUND, FROLIC!!!
The dog's name is Druse vom Höllengrund. I CANNOT BREATHE.
I know. I know.
CLICK AT YOUR OWN RISK
I think I need to lie down.
I think you mean "I need to lie down in front of an elevator"
I think I need to l...
DAMN IT GRUMPLR. (Watching it on loop, obvs.)
No words...
"A dachshund like this one handed herself in at a lost-and-found office in Germany." hey, i feel cheated.
I had a mouth full of cereal and milk as I read that. I will avoid such a condition in the future.
Wiener Dog! Wiener Dog!
That's like calling an Afro-Canadian the N-word. Nigga, please.
the new years resolution is working already!
I can't believe I'm about to do this but... EXCITED CLAPPING!!! I really like the New Lease On Life Alex Balk Barbie.
I asked for more puppies and bunnies! He listens!
If it's so damned smart why did it get lost to begin with? The pigeons don't get lost; they know where the are the ENTIRE way. And the cats don't get lost, they get abandoned.
Rabbi Horowitz, Rabbi Blaustein, the esteemed synagogue, ahh, delegates? And my fellow citizens here in this magnificent shul, this synagogue of prayer, kinda like a church but not since it's, you know, ethnic, not like swarthy-ethnic but... in Alaska we have the Chabad Lubavitch in Anchorage, been there many times for Shanna Tovah and what not, so I am honored to be here and honored to be considered for the nomination for President of the United States. Shabbat Slalom!
Oy, where to begin! How about with this: I accept the challenge of a tough fight in this election... against confident, dare I say... meshugganah opponents ... at a crucial hour for the fatherland I might add.
It was just a year ago when all the experts in Washington and New York counted me out of the running because of my so-called "Jewish problem."
With their usual certitude, they told us that all was lost - there was no hope for this candidate who said that she would rather lose an election than see her country lose a war.
Well, let me ask you this: does the yarmulke I'm wearing make me look like I have a "Jewish problem"? Join me in a tip of the kippot to the naysayers. Anyone? Tip of the kippah? No? Oh, right. Sorry. Ahem. We'll I'll just do a quick one for all of us.
And so to the pundits, I say, look who's kvetching now! Together, I'm proud to say we kicked their tukas...es. So let me say thank you all for your gelt and support, and may God bless America... and no one else.
"The exhausted dog, who bears the somewhat aristocratic name of Druse vom Höllengrund, entered the municipal building where the lost-and-found office is located just after it opened for the day and lay down in front of the elevator ..."
-- And of course he's exhausted, stealing on those bandy daschund legs like a thief in the night.
How delighted am I to have accidentally saved this post for Nighttime Mathnet??