Maisy Pancakes

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Home:Minneapolis, MN  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 14 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Mugwort, Muggi, Frogs, Diggidi, Marmette, Monkey, Pants, Pancakesioni, Swampy, Macaroni Maisy, Moose, Mongoose

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

October 3rd 2002

My female human. The male one thinks I like him more, but it's all a game.

The font Papyrus.

Favorite Toy:
I'm very interested in alternative fuel and energy.

Favorite Food:
What? I'm glad that Tucker Carlson is no longer on PBS, but the Red Green Show is killing me.

Favorite Walk:
I don't really know where I live.

Best Tricks:
A solid liberal arts education. Double Major. Recently discovered: Perfect Pitch

Arrival Story:
My human found me reading Le Monde in my corner at the local Humane Society. She showed me her renewal slips for the New Yorker, Atlantic Monthly, Harpers, The Economist, Mother Jones, The New Republic, Print, How, Wallpaper, and Car & Driver -- and agreed that we were a match. Update: My female human has been appearing on a cool PBS show lately. She's the pretty and smart one. She has also since discontinued our subscription to Car & Driver. Why? She just doesn't give a poop about cars at this point, unless it's petroless. She and the male human have a design firm:

I'm putting my passion for textile design on hold while I work for an environmental NPO. Giving back to my community is my hobby. I'm trying to get my humans more "involved."

Forums Motto:
I'm Creative AND Good at Math

I've Been On Dogster Since:
November 12th 2004 More than 12 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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I've been thinking.

What Stadium, Excuse Me?

May 21st 2006 2:49 pm
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It appears that, however narrowly, the "stadium bill" has passed. How nice, to make the citizens of Minneapolis, many (if not most) of us who do not attend Twins games nor care they exist, will take on the cost of building a brand new stadium for a team who 1. threatened to leave otherwise (i.e., their notion of entitlement and lack of loyalty do not work together logically); 2. has a gazillionaire owner, Carl Pohlad, who will only put down a measly amount; 3. is apparently $522 million dollars more worthy than say, education (once enviable by most states; now slipping to the point of no return), infrastructure (ever since Republican Pawlenty took office and "refused" to "raise taxes" by naming them "fees" instead, the roads and civic services have eroded to depressing levels), or freedom of speech (our elected officials aggressively pushed through this stadium bill by voting to DISALLOW a public referendum vote).

Let's remind ourselves that, not too long ago did the Twins get their wish for an indoor stadium, the yet-to-be-paid-off Metrodome. Why indoors? Because of the weather here, everyone. We haven't ruined the earth quite enough to get rid of the rain and the cold. Now, we get an outdoor stadium -- again?

All this has made this place just an eyeroller. This idiot team with not a single Minnesota native has more voice than the sensible citizens of this city and state, who want their beloved city/state back. We'd like to not be embarrassed yet again by our rapidly declining rankings in education and quality of life slipping down to a red-state level. Do they represent us? Not really, because the genius egomaniacs who didn't win the DFL endorsement just becomes an Independent, giving the winning last third of the vote to represent less than a third of this state. We're really not that stupid.

I vote with my hard-earned treats. I don't sit and rollover for nothing. I don't give them out to irresponsible businesses or humans that generally suck. I only give them out to those I want to support, like our local co-op and civic and environmental groups and public media (except for MPR). Since no one can ever hear me and my friends or my humans for that matter, we make sure that none of our resources, to the best of our knowledge (and you know we're smart), will end up with one of those businesses or humans that generally suck. Perhaps Republican Pawlenty can take his $7.99/year he paid to register "" and donate it to a public school he's not interested in helping. Let's just not even go there.

Does my human Google plumbers and find out that one (a man!) ran on a platform to limit women's right to their own bodies? You better believe it. Did she tell everyone who knew of him? That's right. Why have someone like that come into your house, let alone pay them? No, thanks. (He lost his race, but who cares.)

Please hold it together, humans, you guys never know what we're saying when we tell you these things over lunch.

- MP


So Long, South Dakota!

March 18th 2006 4:46 pm
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Good bye, South Dakota! I assume we'll be seeing a lot of your women move to our states, where they will have their rights.

- MP


Crack a little at the end, then pull slowly with momentum.

February 16th 2006 4:10 pm
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My poor female human is bad at eating crab legs. She'd make too many cracks, not know how or where to pull, ending up having to "saw" the sides with her fork, ripping up her hand in the process. Apparently, her father used to crack open all kinds of things like crabs for her and her mother -- I think that might mean they spoiled rotten. However, like all real Japanese people, she's a master at peeling clementines/mandarins/tangerines into a 5- to 7-point star-like shape without breaking off a single peel. The rip-up mess pile style, she says, is called "monkey peel," meaning that ... oh you know what I'm getting at.

In any case, my male human brought home a ton of crab legs for Valentine's Day. We all squealed and couldn't wait for the crabs to boil as we mixed the organic butter and lemon into our special dip (she didn't help, but my MH and I whipped it up). We also prepped a very fancy salad with lovely dressing (again, me and MH). Some insanely delightful mashed something much more than potatoes (MH only), and asparagus. Papaya and apples for dessert; and the FH had gotten him a nice cognac. Nothin' like booze for a present.

They cracked and dipped and ate the whole thing. Very cute.

The only thing is, if he'd asked me about the whole crab situation, I would have pointed him to a few of my friends who could have gotten him an incredible deal. I know LOTS of people who owes me a favor.

Oh well, happy day nevertheless!

- MP

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