Pug Cam #1 - Intruder Alert

This morning Tex and Maggie have been barking like crazy, driving us absolutely crazy. Silly me, I thought they were at war with the neighborhood crows. It wasn't until I looked at the video from the pug cam that I figured it out. Just goes to show, you really can't judge until you've walked in someone's shoes.

Bad Baby

Like all families, we have our morning routine. As much as it pains me to admit this, I like watching “Bringing Baby Home” while I get ready for work. The thing is, this little habit of mine drives Tom absolutely crazy.

I used to watch CNN every morning, but at some point I decided starting my day with all that doom and gloom might not be such a good thing. It’s not that I want a baby, that certainly isn’t my motivation. I just like watching families living in the moment, when everything is still possible.

As much as Tom hates the show, it’s usually not an issue, as most of the time he's still fast asleep when it's on. The scary thing is, the other morning my reality show and his dream world collided.

The pugs and I were upstairs watching an episode about a couple who just gave birth to a little girl named Michaela. I must have had the TV volume cranked, because at that very minute Tom was having a nightmare. In his dream he had given birth to a little girl named – you guessed it – Michaela. I’ll spare you all the details, just imagine a cross between Rosemary’s baby and Dameon and you get the general idea.

Oh well, tomorrow morning the pugs and I are going to stick to Mighty Mouse cartoons.

Heaven Help Us

There’s a school of thought that associates the decline of society with our recent move from the front porch to the back yard. Think about it - one day you’re on the front porch, waving to the neighbours– fast forward a few years and you’re in the backyard, sunbathing in the nude, not even sure who lives next door.

I have to confess, one of my biggest fears is that I will end up living in suburbia. Just to clarify, I can handle charming little neighbourhoods. What I can’t handle is living in a place where there are miles and miles of identical houses. How could this be anyone’s dream? And what about the new trend of the gated community? Let’s just build a fence to keep the barbarians out while we’re at it.

We live in the middle of a big city. We have no fences or gates, and the neighbours can peer into our kitchen and living room (if they wish). Yet, the other day while taking Tex for a walk, Tom reported that a huge river otter sauntered out of the bushes and walked right past them (silly Tex was totally oblivious).

Sure we could use a spare bathroom, there’s never enough storage space and our neighbour is a nosy garden Nazi, but I love where we live. No suburbs for me.

Monica Takes Flight

My friend and colleague Monica - doing her best Moulin Rouge imitation - at an event we hosted in LA.

Does It Make Me Look Fat?

I got my first glimpse of the new Canadian Olympic uniforms on my friend Pheobe’s blog. At first I thought this was her idea of a joke. Miss Pheobe is known as a fashionista with a wicked sense of humour. It wasn’t until I tuned into the local news that I realized she was serious.

So the uniforms are a little out there, I’m okay with that. Let’s be honest, didn’t the fun go out of the Academy Awards once everyone started letting stylist's dress them? I personally think the world is a much better place when we can look forward to the odd fashion disaster.

I also like the fact that they make a bold statement - not only am I a world class athlete who can kick your ass, but I’m also comfortable with my sexuality – and if this doesn’t work out I can always start a career as a hip hop artist or might just be the next big kung fu star.

Food, Glorious Food

I'm not a big fan of beauty pageants, but I do appreciate their camp value. Who can forget the Miss America who was asked what she would do to change the world. Instead of mentioning world peace or a desire to end global hunger, she wanted to be able to eat anything and everything without gaining weight. A woman after Maggie's heart.

This is War

My friend and colleague Ray sent me the following cartoon. The irony is both Tom and I love the New Yorker........maybe we've been reading it just a little too long.