The Thief (Dumb Dog Trick #275.3)

Yes, this is Dumb Dog Trick #275 (point 3), meaning that it is the third "dumb dog trick #275."  Why?

Ah, heck, why not?  The number 275 is a cool enough number.  I'm trying to force a colloquialism -- "That's was really dumb.  What was it?  Dumb dog trick #275?"

Yeah, soon school children all around the world will be using this phrase to address their elders, church leaders, and politicians.  Chunks of history will be renamed according to series of Dumb Dog Tricks, such as the Republican Debates will forever after be known as Dumb Dog Tricks No. 254 through 297.

Wait for it.  Wait for it. Another actor jumps the shark.  Another politician shows appalling disregard to others -- Dumb, Dumb, Dumb Dog Trick!

The only problem is that it's time to get a pony in here, cause we already done seen the dog show.

It will synonymous with the word "fail."  Although the original, as shown in this video, is not a fail at all.  It is a cute Red Dog win.  It is a Red Dog victory.  How do you submit stuff to Cute Win Fail?  Cause this is a dumb dog trick win, for crying out loud.

Red Dog is the king of pizza napkin land.  What more could a little border collie want?

That, of course, is my son.  I believe this video was taken at about four in the afternoon.  I think he stayed up late watching the Mariners play the opening day of baseball in Japan.  What a schmuck.  FIrst pitch at 3 a.m.

What's kind of amazing to me is the advanced thought process.  Clearly Red Dog is on the hunt for remains, but he sneaks up upon his prey with such stealth, hardly waking my semi conscious, money sucking college student son.

Why do I do dumb dog tricks?  Why not?

These videos are a sort of video/song journal of ideas and thoughts and double entendres, but always fairly clean cut and ready for the whole family to watch.

Like Sneaky, Sneaky Red Dog here.  Yeah, nobody knew he was going for garbage next to the side of the bed ... probably was a four a.m. pack of garlic fries with a frozen pizza.  Nice. Rally Fries, baby!

We will find that napkin shredded under the bed, of course.  No surprises there.

Jimmyjumpnjive April 2012