DOGGING EMMY'S, FACEBOOK COMMENTS AND DOG COATS

Salud, Kids!

Watching that ridiculous Emmy Awards show last evening proved to be, um, interesting.

Oh, I'm not blathering on about the show, the idiots on the show, the clothes on the idiots on the show or watching Charlie Sheen (I did NOT call him an idiot). See, I decided to doll-up a bit, grab some grub and nestle in for a LONG evening of watching. No one around me wanted to join in my folly, so I had to go it alone.

But, wait. This is where having technology all 'round us means never having to be truly alone while watching vapid small-screen shenanigans.

Thanks to technology it was texting to a Minnesota chum and Facebooking to the unfortunates who also happened to be socially networking during the Em's.

Quite fun to interact remotely, but this is where it also gets dicey and annoying. The Facebooking part. Commenting on Facebook continues to rankle me (you've heard it before and now you hear it again).

The way I see it, other folks commenting on the status of a mutual friend do NOT give a tiny rat's ass what I have to say to a random someone on Facebook. Sometimes I don't care.

YET, commenting on a status statement (clear?), begins an endless domino effect. Unfortunately, you not only get to see ALL the other comments-they are FORCED to gaze upon your random ramblings. It is absurd and makes me extremely hesitant to bother commenting, even when I really want to contribute my thoughts (and, I do have some). Nah, mostly, I simply hit the Like button. Of course, sometimes Like is not adequate. So, as you can see by my, Indiscreetly Us, status...I don't like to comment on Facebook, even when I DO it, I don't like it!

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Summer is holding on by a tiny ray-of-light. It all wraps up this week and we fall into Autumn. Much relieved to see that Petco wants dog owners to get on THAT. Season is changing, so grab a dog coat and bundle that mutt right on up.

Naturally, in South Florida, even the idea of putting a furry coat on your canine borders on dog abuse.

Still, just to be on the safe side, if the thermometer dips below seventy, we have it under control.

More likely to appear on a hound in these parts is that other little number. The beach bum outfit.

See ya 'round the beaches.
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