WHY IS THIS MAN SMILING?
He's British, and he gets to taste pet food!
(Thanks to Matt Filar, who states, "I wonder if he craps on the floor when he's done.")
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He's British, and he gets to taste pet food!
(Thanks to Matt Filar, who states, "I wonder if he craps on the floor when he's done.")
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i'm assuming he's single.
Posted by: crossgirl | February 15, 2008 at 03:07 PM
Given the all too recent Chinese pet food tragedy, I'd be very very careful if I were him...
Posted by: Steve Haller | February 15, 2008 at 03:07 PM
Matt - It looks like he's doing that right now....ick.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 03:08 PM
The picture of him eating the cat food is just....gross.
Simon says, "Two paws up!"
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 03:09 PM
I'll bet he likes to beg for it, too.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2008 at 03:11 PM
In 8th grade I had a teacher with fish eyes AND a friend who ate cat food. By the time I was in college, drugs had come and gone. The Reagan Doctrine had rid the world of the evil empire. By the time I had 'made it in life' everything the country had learned previously was called into question and hllary wanted to be elected president spending over 1 bllion in the process on partridge Family songs advertisements. I wonder if my 8th grade friend has ever been released.
Posted by: lilrascal | February 15, 2008 at 03:11 PM
"Do cats like vegetables? No, but people do, said Mr Allison."
Right, but people AREN'T supposed to eat the food. CATS are. Therefore, wouldn't it make more sense not to use vegetables and to have cats taste the product. Who gives a darn if he likes it?
Posted by: Elon Weintraub | February 15, 2008 at 03:14 PM
I'd bet he'd roll over for a treat.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 03:14 PM
Sorry, cg; the picture in the article would indicate that he is taken, although it may be by a sheep...or a bicycle....
Posted by: CJrun | February 15, 2008 at 03:14 PM
Big snork @ lil! Nice Dennis Miller style rant.
Posted by: Doc "The Pipsqueak"Rick | February 15, 2008 at 03:15 PM
Elon - when was the last time you saw a cat buy cat food?
Scratch that.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 03:16 PM
But can he really truly get the full dog food experience eating it with a fork?
Posted by: Wench Lizzy | February 15, 2008 at 03:17 PM
*Gotta remember to switch back screen names from post to post.*
Posted by: Doc Rick | February 15, 2008 at 03:17 PM
Mmmm mmmm, testical licking good!
Posted by: simon | February 15, 2008 at 03:19 PM
I hope he has a good vet.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2008 at 03:19 PM
Kibbles and Brits?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2008 at 03:22 PM
Annie, true. But are you telling me you would pay a premium for vegetables, which cats can't even digest, just because you like them? We're still talking about cat food here. A few peas and carrots do not a gourmet cuisine make.
Posted by: Elon Weintraub | February 15, 2008 at 03:24 PM
Dog, a dear to eat that stuff...
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 03:25 PM
I suppose someone has to test the kitty litter too. It's gotta be comfortable.
Posted by: Elon Weintraub | February 15, 2008 at 03:25 PM
Hmmmm, wonder if he'd like butt flavored dog chow?
Posted by: Texgal | February 15, 2008 at 03:26 PM
pssst...veggies are cheap filler and they spin it to make us want to buy it...
MacArthur Bark?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 03:26 PM
Raid the cupboard for some, yum!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2008 at 03:28 PM
Mr. Allison, we saluki.
Posted by: SW | February 15, 2008 at 03:29 PM
The grin on his face looks like he's just been licking himself.
Sadly, he makes a point of saying he chews but doesn't swallow.
This has to have started over a bet. And I'd bet alcohol was involved.
By the way I think Pedigrees' Chum WBAGNFARB.
Posted by: Circuit7 | February 15, 2008 at 03:29 PM
Notice how his ears are perked up?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2008 at 03:32 PM
Me, I can't even stand that smell.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 03:32 PM
He's smiling because he knows he eats tastier food than the rest of his countrymen.
Posted by: SW | February 15, 2008 at 03:33 PM
Mice and rats are probably even cheaper than veggies as filler.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | February 15, 2008 at 03:33 PM
Sorry, cg; the picture in the article would indicate that he is taken, although it may be by a sheep...or a bicycle....
Posted by: CJrun | 03:14 PM on February 15, 2008
awwwww, maaaaan, siouxie is gonna be so disappointed.
Posted by: crossgirl | February 15, 2008 at 03:34 PM
From that smell I also run.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2008 at 03:36 PM
You can get anything you want at Allison's restaurant.
Posted by: SW | February 15, 2008 at 03:39 PM
thot (URP) inducin' quote: "It has the taste and aroma of ... gutsy, savoury notes.
GRB/RAN ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | February 15, 2008 at 03:39 PM
Peas and other fillers suck.
Posted by: CJrun | February 15, 2008 at 03:40 PM
Daft Yanks. Don't knock it. Have you seen some of the stuff we Brits dine on?!
Posted by: Simon Allison | February 15, 2008 at 03:41 PM
So, the stench gets in your head.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 03:41 PM
GRB/RAN?
Posted by: DeskDiva | February 15, 2008 at 03:44 PM
Lager makes it better, though.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2008 at 03:45 PM
Do you suppose he has a really shiny coat?
Posted by: Doc Rick | February 15, 2008 at 03:49 PM
Do remember not to gag.
Posted by: CJrun | February 15, 2008 at 03:49 PM
Fish will stink but that's the roe.
Posted by: SW | February 15, 2008 at 03:50 PM
Nah, Doc. It just looks like standard black wool to me.
Posted by: DeskDiva | February 15, 2008 at 03:51 PM
Tea, long island, should be fed.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 03:51 PM
That would be hair of the dog, dog, dog, dog...
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2008 at 03:53 PM
So.. what? Before my body's even warm I've been replaced by an upright?
Posted by: Morris | February 15, 2008 at 03:53 PM
Morris, that's 'cold.' And yes, you've been replaced by something apparently ruled by over-ambitious eyebrows and a satellite reception system where his ears should be.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 03:57 PM
And his colleagues get really pissed because he wants to smell their crotches all the time.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | February 15, 2008 at 03:57 PM
Another question, if the guy is married how often do you think he kisses the Mrs? All the Scope in the world ain't going to get the smell of Lil' Friskies Fish & Liver off his breath. Of course if she's British her teeth are probably rotting and smelly too.
Posted by: Doc Rick | February 15, 2008 at 04:02 PM
Its hard enough to teach guys to put the seat down. Now I have to teach them not to drink out of the toilet? I quit.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | February 15, 2008 at 04:04 PM
Delicacies preferred by dogs???? Oh shlt.
Posted by: JEC666 | February 15, 2008 at 04:10 PM
Cheryl, my wife may agree with you but you should know to put the seat down by now. *ducks*
Posted by: Doc Rick | February 15, 2008 at 04:11 PM
Mot - that's gotta make it hard for him to date.
Posted by: DeskDiva | February 15, 2008 at 04:12 PM
I gorilla glued my commode seat down back when I was a single girl. Now, I make it Mr. Howards job to clean the bathroom. Amazingly, consistent hitting of the target improved dramatically after that.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | February 15, 2008 at 04:19 PM
He's just happy because he doesn't have to eat English cooking.
Posted by: Gene | February 15, 2008 at 04:21 PM
*snork* @ Mot !
Posted by: Telecomdropout | February 15, 2008 at 04:25 PM
Does he pee on his car tires?
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | February 15, 2008 at 04:25 PM
He looks like Herman Munster & Mr Bean had a love child.
Posted by: Punkin | February 15, 2008 at 04:26 PM
I never miss anymore, but my boys get that punishment now because they have a tendency to "sleep pee". Nothing beats watching a 14 year old boy scrubbing behind the toilet.
Posted by: Doc Rick | February 15, 2008 at 04:27 PM
He may be a dogged worker but do his emplyers find him too dogmatic?
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | February 15, 2008 at 04:27 PM
JEC - that IS the delicacy. My friend would take her dogs out to a farm and let 'em run loose with the horses. First, the dogs rolled in it, then they ate it. Every. Darned. Time.
Posted by: DeskDiva | February 15, 2008 at 04:30 PM
So, a horse limped in a bar
[and the bartender asked, "Who ordered dog food?"]
Posted by: CJrun | February 15, 2008 at 04:31 PM
PS - He really needs to show up on either "Dirty Jobs," or, "Bizarre Foods."
Posted by: DeskDiva | February 15, 2008 at 04:31 PM
*swoops in from a half hour spent reading all 32 pages of the Television Without Pity forum on last night's "Lost"*
Diva, if you were sitting on the Geezer Bus right behind me, you'd know the only real show for this guy was "What's My Line?" -- this was back in the day when they actually had some good interesting panel shows on the air ... !
*swoops out, and back to the TWoP forum to see what everyone had to say about last night's "Supernatural" ...
Posted by: Steve Haller | February 15, 2008 at 04:58 PM
We spend (an amount my husband will NEVER know) a fortune in dog food. In upwards of $50 a bag. Each dog has their own taste. Evo Meat, Ca. Natural Sweet Potato, you name it--we likley have it.
It has occurred to me that the dogs would be just as happy dining out of the cat box (Wednesday)or on my lovely Jimmy Choo mules (Tuesday). Incidentally, Jimmy Choo mules--regardless of their high quality craftmanship, do not survive a Great Dane. (It was all this dog lover/shoe lover could do not to beat the dog with the remain shoe.)
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | February 15, 2008 at 05:03 PM
Cheryl - did he really chew up Choo's? REAL Jimmy Choos?!?
That's beyond heartbreaking.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 05:06 PM
He ate your JIMMY CHOO!!! Cheryl, that's justifiable canicide. No jury in the land would convict.
As for the dog, as least he has good taste.
Posted by: DeskDiva | February 15, 2008 at 05:06 PM
Yep. $774. On sale.
*whimper*
Baaaaaad Dog. He's still slinking around. He knows he was bad--I'm just not sure he fully appreciates the gravity of how bad.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | February 15, 2008 at 05:13 PM
Cheryl - we have two boys at home, and they and their father all rotate the toilet duties. The princess and I take care of the rest of the bathroom, but the toilets and floor/wall surrounding belong to the boys ! Doc's right - it sure do improve aim !
And when my aussie sheperd ate one of my expensive leather shoes, he got to wear the mate on his collar for a short walk. He was sufficiently embarrassed to never touch my shoes again. Of course, it helps if your dog is inordinately proud of himself, and gets embarrassed easily.
Posted by: Telecomdropout | February 15, 2008 at 05:16 PM
That Great Dane needs to be busted down to the rank of Mediocre. So sorry, Cheryl.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 05:17 PM
Tele--snork! Training boys is so much fun.
& Annie (mediocre indeed!). The Great Danes name is Edward. My husband (and now myself) refer to him as Special Ed. It fits as well as a size 9 Jimmy Choo did.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | February 15, 2008 at 05:21 PM
Choo, a treat I like to eat.
Posted by: Special Ed | February 15, 2008 at 05:26 PM
Step away from my Fancy Feast and nobody gets hurt.
Posted by: Cat R. | February 15, 2008 at 05:38 PM
Cheryl - I think I've seen him on the short bus. He had his head out the window. Scooby Choo!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2008 at 05:39 PM
gives small prayer of thanks that my dog, who eats EVERYTHING has never gone for shoes. middle boy is sadly missing an entire bag of blowpops, wrappers, sticks, gum, all gone but my ridiculous high heels are all accounted for. *knocks wood*
*give a small me, me prayer that please, oh please, if i'm really good, can i have jimmy choos too*
Posted by: crossgirl | February 15, 2008 at 05:41 PM
Can I post here? the Productivity enhancer won't let me..
Posted by: oneblankspace | February 15, 2008 at 05:44 PM
The best part of when we started this policy was seeing their faces when their Dad told them. The princess and myself had to excuse ourselves immediately after the announcement, because they looked much like the dogs do when they are scolded. Or better yet, they both had the face of Puss 'n' Boots from Shrek - hysterical.
*snork* @ Special Ed !!!
Posted by: Telecomdropout | February 15, 2008 at 05:47 PM
So, sorry Cheryl. My Jack Russell did the same with an expensive Italian pair. He would've been dead, if he weren't so cute. He also chewed a hole through my cashmere coat to get to an empty candy wrapper. He lived to be 23 which was a miracle considering his taste in shoes and bolting into traffic.
Posted by: Flowergirl | February 15, 2008 at 06:37 PM
Lmao. Annie--you always know just what to say. Scooby Choo! Aw man...tears in my eyes. I can't wait to share that one. Kudos girlfriend.
Flower--have you ever noticed its not the Champion sweatshirt or the 2 year old running shoes they go for--its the designer stuff. I wonder if they sit there devoring something while thinking "man the texture and flavor of this is just top notch". Maybe not.
Anyways--before the menfolk bloggers slip into a coma of boredom--thank you all for the laughs, it makes the untimely demise of the designer shoes not quite so painful. Hugs to all.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | February 15, 2008 at 07:28 PM
*Headscratch/SNORK* Cheryl, you spent $387 per foot (on sale!) for a single pair of shoes, and you're worried your husband will find out what you spent on dog food?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2008 at 07:34 PM
Not to worry, Cheryl ... sum of us menfolks can (if we but will pay attention long enuf) identify with your shoe/dog dilemmae ... only with us, it's more likely to be a favorite fishing rod (price of which will NOT be disclosed — ever), the stock on an expensive (ridiculously so) firearm, custom equipment for the pickup in the driveway ... that sort of accessory to life its ownself ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) | February 15, 2008 at 07:38 PM
My beloved golden retriever, as a puppy, ate my television remote *sob*.
Fact is, I didn't realize it was gone until I noticed pieces of micro-chips in his...errr...leavings.
But...love conquers all...he comes into the office with me every day, lays on my feet under my desk (I own the company). And I've forgiven him for the remote, and the other $2000 of non-structural parts of the house he destroyed until he grew out of it...
Posted by: Afkat | February 15, 2008 at 07:41 PM
Meanie, Mr. Howard is a sucker for long legs in high heels. Mine especially.
The dogs---um, not so much.
O. Exactly! You must be very happily married. I've only met one other fellow with your same perspective and that was many years ago.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | February 15, 2008 at 07:48 PM
I like his style, Cheryl. Long legs in high heels are worth any price. Dogs in high heels..... nah. ;-)
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | February 15, 2008 at 07:59 PM
I'm not sure about that, Meanie. When I was single, I encountered a few "dogs in high heels"...in some cases, I managed to "drink them pretty"...
*ducks*
Posted by: Afkat | February 15, 2008 at 08:01 PM
I have a cat, who is grown up now (that is, over 18 people months old, ergo about 22 in cat years). She, as a kitten, made exactly four mistakes. One chewed a hole in my daughter's favorite sweater - lamb's wool (we are, thankfully, allergic to cashmere); took a dump on my shag carpeting (fortunately found before it was ground into said carpeting); stole one of my husband's shrimp out of his shrimp in lobster sauce; and knocked several pots of greenery out of the kitchen window. She made up for it by sailing out said window once unaware that the screen had been removed (Much more cautious now); does not chew on clothing (as far as I know...); knows where to go potty; and does not beg, borrow or steal people food - and will only eat specific types of cat food. She's definitely a good cat now that she's not a kid anymore....
Posted by: Kathybear | February 15, 2008 at 08:05 PM
I have a cat, who is grown up now (that is, over 18 people months old, ergo about 22 in cat years). She, as a kitten, made exactly four mistakes. One chewed a hole in my daughter's favorite sweater - lamb's wool (we are, thankfully, allergic to cashmere); took a dump on my shag carpeting (fortunately found before it was ground into said carpeting); stole one of my husband's shrimp out of his shrimp in lobster sauce; and knocked several pots of greenery out of the kitchen window. She made up for it by sailing out said window once unaware that the screen had been removed (Much more cautious now); does not chew on clothing (as far as I know...); knows where to go potty; and does not beg, borrow or steal people food - and will only eat specific types of cat food. She's definitely a good cat now that she's not a kid anymore....
Posted by: Kathybear and Woodgie | February 15, 2008 at 08:06 PM
Akfat!!!!
Go to your room. NOw.
Posted by: Eleanor | February 15, 2008 at 08:15 PM
Sorry - damn you, Bot!
Posted by: Kathybear | February 15, 2008 at 08:16 PM
OK El...I'm going...
*whimpers*
Posted by: Afkat | February 15, 2008 at 08:38 PM
Buit before I leave...allow me to steal a quote from Sienfeld..."They were real...and they were FANTASTIC"...
*ducks from El's thrown shoe*
Posted by: Afkat | February 15, 2008 at 08:44 PM
NOW I'm going...but El...you have no idea who's in my room...
Posted by: Afkat | February 15, 2008 at 08:46 PM
I just have to wonder... does this job require that he wear cuff links? I know it's gourmet cat food; but it's still cat food.
Posted by: monsoon | February 15, 2008 at 10:23 PM
"drank them pretty"?????
I only wish Siouxie wasn't away for the weekend and that Annie was here tonight. But don't you worry, I'll be reporting to them....
This is In The Book.
Posted by: Eleanor | February 15, 2008 at 11:33 PM
AFKAT! For shame!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 16, 2008 at 12:27 PM
Here in LA-LA Land, an LA fireman with the nickname "Big Dog" was awarded $4 million, after his co-workers put two spoonfuls of dog food into his spaghetti dinner as a "practical joke". This guy would have done it for minimum wage!
Posted by: PirateBoy | February 16, 2008 at 10:01 PM