Saturday, July 31, 2010

O'Doul the Collie versus Seafair and the "Hell's Angels"

As July winds down, residents near the Genesee Dog Park prepare for the culmination of Seafair festivities during the first week of August: the hydroplane races and the aerial stylings of the United States Navy's Blue Angels.

For the perspective of a Rainier Valley canine, the Dog Denizens of Genesee Park (DDGP) solicited the opinions of Weather Prognosticator/Labor Spokesdog O'Doul the Collie. Mount Baker resident Tony, O'Doul's official translator, reports seeing trucks loaded with fencing headed down to the Stan Sayres pits. "It looked like an invading Army," Tony observed.

According to Tony, O'Doul is not a fan of the Blue Angels, whom the collie likens as "the Hell's Angels. "He hates the fact that they are a threat to the hearing of dogs and their well being," Tony explained. "Why don't they have gliders?"

O'Doul, Tony explains, dislikes the civic celebration because "it's undemocratic. No dogs have been involved in the planning or decision making." The weather-prognosticating canine will spend Seafair weekend "cursing and holding his ears to his paws," Tony said.

Some boosters ridicule residents of Mount Baker and Lakewood, who complain about the noise, traffic and garbage that accompanies the weekend of Seafair activities. The hydroplane races date back to the 1950s and the Blue Angels have performed at Seafair since 1972 -- long before most of the Mount Baker and Lakewood residents moved into their neighborhoods. Seafair was "here before you" (translation: "Deal with it").

Tony derided the comment as "static thinking like the earth was flat. Modern thinking -- scientific and otherwise -- accepts the process of change. It's part and parcel along the lines of thinking that voting is a privilege and not a right: accept circumstances as they won't change." He shook his head in disgust.

The battle cry has begun.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Woof, woof, woof at the old ballgame (in Everett)

It's one thing to take your dog to the Genesee off-leash park. It's another thing, though, to take your pooch to the ballgame.

If taking your dog to a professional baseball game is on your bucket list, here's an opportunity to cross off another to-do item. The Everett AquaSox will take on the Vancouver Canadians at a "dog friendly ballgame" at Everett Memorial on Tuesday, August 3.

Imagine sharing hot dogs, peanuts and Cracker Jacks with your furry friend. We won't go as far as to suggest that you and Precious the Schipperke won't care if you ever get back to the Lovely Rainier Valley... after all, you will be spending the evening in Everett.

If you go stag, you can visit the Seattle Humane Society's MaxMobile™, a "bright yellow, 33-foot, custom-built mobile adoption and education center."

Initially, we wondered why the Seattle Mariners weren't scheduling a "Bark in the Park" game at Safeco Field. Shouldn't our dogs enjoy the national pastime as do their canine counterparts in Atlanta, Chicago (US Cellular Field), Cincinnati, Houston, Oakland, New York (Citi Field), San Francisco and Texas? Isn't Seattle reputed as a dog-friendly town?

Then we remembered that we'd be subjecting our dogs to watching the Seattle Mariners, who have compiled a 6-21 record for July. A "Bark in the Park" promotion at Safeco might constitute animal cruelty. Somebody would turn us in to the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA).

However, taking your dog to see the AquaSox is an entirely different matter.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Give the city parks department a piece of your mind

Sans Big Brother -- as if "reality TV" counts -- television is full of reruns. If you seek free dinner and an evening where you can "share your ideas for improving community through Seattle Parks" the Rainier Community Center is the place to be between 6 pm and 8 pm on Thursday, July 29.

Interim Superintendent Christopher Williams will be on hand so attendees can "let us know how to better respond to the recreational needs and desires of people in the Columbia City, Mount Baker and other Rainier Valley communities." Here's an idea of where the parks department puts off-leash dog parks in its pecking order: none of the pictures accompanying the flyer includes a dog denizen of Genesee Park.

Here's the deal: You know that the people lobbying on behalf of soccer, baseball, football, and ultimate Frisbee interests will attend and give their two cents. In a time of economic shortfall, competing interests end up going mano en mano for limited resources. If you care about protecting -- much-less expanding -- the Genesee Dog Park, it would be worth your time to attend.

Dinner starts at 6 pm; the discussion commences at 6:30 pm.

Free dinner and child care are provided... really.

The Rainier Community Center is located at 4600 38th Ave. S.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Cruising on the freeway and challenging gravity don't mix for your pit bull

Maybe Braxton the Pit Bull looked rakish as he leaned his head out of your Ford Focus as you traveled along South Bangor Street around noon today. Maybe you thought you were doing the pooch a favor by leaving the inferno of the house and taking him for a spin.

But did you think it was smart to let Braxton to continue traveling with his head sticking out of the car window as you proceeded to go northbound on Interstate 5?

Dude, what the hell were you thinking?

If you live in Seattle, you should know that traffic on I-5 is sketchy and inconsistent -- particularly on the weekends. You could be cruising along at 64 miles an hour -- only to turn the bend near the Swift/Albro exit and hit bumper-to-bumper traffic.

What do you think happens to Braxton if you slam on the brakes to avoid hitting the Lexus ahead of you?

If you can't secure Braxton in your vehicle, leave him at home. He'd have a better chance in the hot house -- where you would undoubtedly leave large quantities of drinking water, right? -- than to fight gravity if he rolls out of your car.

Sweet Lou's Baadassss Swan Song

Break out the gold watch for former Seattle Mariners manager Lou Piniella announced this week that he will retire at the end of the 2010 season.

Baseball fans -- and particularly the Wrigley Field faithful -- saw the end coming. The Chicago Cubs are 11 games out of first place in the competitive National League Central Division. Frustrated by four years of underachieving, Piniella said, "I don't want to lose. I don't think that anybody does. But what am I going to do, jump off the Hancock Building?"

If Piniella were a Genesee Park dog, he'd be a fiesty Dog de Bourdeaux (aka French Mastiff) popularized by Turner and Hooch, the 1989 comedy that Tom Hanks would prefer that you forgot. Piniella as a Genesee Park dog would be the large, sturdy, imposing and quick-tempered yard dog You'd never know whether his bark outmatched his bite.

Seattle denizens are well aware with Piniella's successes and disappointments. In 1993, Piniella took a team that lost 98 games the year before and transformed them into a .500 ball club -- the first winning season for the Mariners. Two years later, Piniella sat at the helm of the "Refuse to Lose" team that defeated the California Angels in a one-game playoff for the American League (AL) Worst division, and spanked the Damn Yankees by winning three-straight contests in the five-game divisional series. We didn't seem to mind that the Refuse-to-Lose group lost the AL title to the Cleveland Indians -- the home team gave us more than we could have expected.

Then, the Piniella-led teams were crushed by the Great Expectations created by a roster of future Baseball Hall of Famers (HOF) (Ken Griffey Jr., Randy Johnson, Alex Rodriguez, Ichiro Suzuki) and serious HOF contenders (Edgar Martinez and Jamie Moyer). The Mariners' Attempted Murderers' Row -- Griffey, Edgar, A-Rod and Jay Buhner -- batted .203 (a humiliating 13-for-64) against Baltimore Orioles pitching in the 1997 divisional playoffs. The Mariners were lucky not to have been swept in the four-game series. The Y2K Mariners lost to the Damn Yankees four-games-to-two in the 2000 league championship.

And then there was the 2001 team that provided the bitterest pill to swallow. Eight Mariners (Ichiro, Garcia, Edgar, Brett Boone, John Olerud, Mike Cameron, Jeff Nelson and Kazuhiro Sasaki) made the AL All-Star roster at mid-season game at Safeco Field. Seattle won a major-league record 116 games during the regular season. And then the team faced the nemesis of post-season competition. Could you smell the destiny in the air? The club of destiny needed five teams to dispense with the Cleveland Indians... and then folded to the Damn Yankees in five games in the league championship.

Piniella stuck around for one more season. And the Mariners never returned to post-season play.

We wish you well, Lou in your "retirement", although one wonders whether you are really through with baseball. We appreciated the good times. You won a World Series title for Hitler admirer Marge Schott... we wish you could have taken us to one Fall Classic.

Friday, July 23, 2010

How can you laugh when you know Ichiro's down?


Ichiro says he's "depressed" -- and who can blame him? Local Seattle Mariners fans -- including those of us with Dog Denizens of Genesee Park (DDGP) -- harbored Great Expectations for the ball club this season. General Manager "Trader" Jack Zduriencik traded for former Cy Young winner Cliff Lee and signed free agent acquisition Chonne Figgins. Hell, we swapped one malcontent (pitcher Carlos Silva) for another (Milton Bradley).

The über optimists amongst us envisioned a possible playoff berth for the home team. And then the roof fell in. The Mariners declined to sign slugging first baseman Russell Bryanan, and instead traded for light-hitting Casey Kotchman. Then, the bullpen fell apart. The Mariners are an appalling 18 games behind the Texas Rangers the division leaders of the American League (AL) Worst... er, AL West.. God help us if the hapless Rangers escape the S*** List of Major League Baseball (MLB) clubs that never played in the World Series (the only being the Washington Nationals).

Wak the f***?

Is it any wonder that Ichiro is "depressed"? The All-Star right fielder is hitting .312 -- almost 100 points of No. 2 hitter Figgins (.229). Ichiro's .312 for the last-place Mariners is more like .362 on a winning team. Imagine Ichiro's stats if he were hitting ahead of Carl Crawford (.314), Nick Swisher (.303), and Mike Young (.299). At age 36, Ichiro has to be wondering if he's stuck on a hard-luck franchise whose stars (Edgar Martinez, Jay Buhner, Ken Griffey Jr.) never played in the Fall Classic. Tino Martinez (1996, 1998-2000 Damn Yankees), Randy Johnson (2001, Arizona Diamondbacks), Freddie Garcia (2005, Chicago White Sox), and Jamie Moyer (2008, Philadelphia Phillies) -- bolted the organization to cop World Championship rings. Outfielder Dave Henderson and pitcher Rick Honeycutt played in three-straight World Series contests with the Oakland Athletics (1988-1990), including the 1989 championship team. Even Spike Owen (1986, Boston Red Sox) and Mark Langston (1998, San Diego Padres) played in the Fall Classic, albeit for losing teams.

The DDGP doesn't want to see another Mariner star leaving Seattle to win a Series championship. The Green Day song "Wake Me Up When September Ends" is becoming an all too-familiar of a Mariners mantra. Reverse the curse. We wanna winner, and we've waited long enough.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Uncle Sam wants your dog!

The United States Department of Homeland Security is looking for a few good dogs -- about 3,000 of them -- to sniff out drugs, bombs, smuggled cash and other contraband.

The federal government seeks dogs of both genders between 12 and 36 months, preferably Labrador and golden retrievers, German and Dutch shepherds. According to the Los Angeles Times, the future G-dogs must be "alert, active, outgoing and confident" and "extremely tolerant of people."

"Depending on their proposed uses," the LA Times reports, "the dogs will be subject to a series of tests for courage and toughness, including the ability to disregard blows from a stick" (my emphasis).

G-dogs work for about 10 years, and then retire and live with their human handlers.

If you think Sally the Labrador would prefer paroling US borders for illegal crossings -- as opposed to chasing tennis balls at the Genesee Dog Park and dressing in silly costumes for Dogoween -- you know whom to contact. Sending Sally off to work for Homeland Security is one way to resolve the issue of the dog hogging the Tempur-Pedic™ mattress.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Hear a click-flick theme, and scream for ice cream



Now that the mercury has complied with the summer calendar, the warmer weather has the lactose-friendly amongst us thinking of ice cream. How can you resist when you hear the music from the ice cream truck playing within a stone's throw of the Genesee Dog Park?

Sometimes you'll hear "I Had a Little Chicken" or Christmas carols. And sometimes you'll hear the theme from the movie Love Story. Seriously.

Chances are, your mother or grandmother (or both) cried their eyes out to the 1970 movie based on the novel by the late Erich Segal. Or maybe you saw the chick flick in the theater, or on Turner Classic Movies (TCM).

In Love Story, Ryan O'Neal plays a preppie law student Oliver Barrett IV, who falls hard for Ali McGraw's working-class teacher Jenny Cavelleri. Despite the glaring socioeconomic differences, Oliver and Jenny marry and suffer the indignities of a struggling married couple when Oliver's father disinherits him. After graduating from Harvard Law School, Oliver lands a plum job at a New York City firm. All seems well until... well, I don't want to spoil what should be obvious. Composer Francis Lai won two Academy Awards for the memorable score and theme song, the latter of which blares while a vender sells Dora the Explorer and Sponge Bob bars in the Lovely Rainier Valley. Listen...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Rvz8KnyN0U&feature=related

Love Story doesn't float my boat. If I were to choose a movie theme from a tearjerker, I'd opt for:

Don't bother to listen more than a few bars of any selection. The music will wash over with familiarity and sentimentality. Frankly, I would choose something perkier like the theme from the movie Georgy Girl (1966): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIynsKu9ofM&feature=related

Anyone hungry for a Choco Taco?

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

La Fête Nationale, les bons moments sont sur!

Bonne fête nationale à partir de vos amis les habitants de Genesee Dog Park!

Commonly known as the "fourteenth of July" (le quatroze julliet), Bastille Day commemorates the day in 1789 when ticked-off Parisian peasants stormed the Bastille, a fortress that incarcerated working-class prisoners. To the proletariat, the Bastille represented the hypocrisy and corruption of the government controlled by the French aristocracy and clergy. In a face-saving gesture, King Louis XVI and his wife Marie Antoinette fled for Versailles.

Ten days ago we celebrated our national day of liberation with grotesque consumption of fatty foods, so an encore seems well in order. And what better side dish to expand the ever-growing waistline than the ever-popular French fries? The fat and calorie count notwithstanding, french fries don't seem controversial. However, seven years ago red-state wingnuts went ballistic when the French government expressed opposition to American military invasion in Iraq.

Some attempted to excorcise term "French" in our reference to fried potatoes and toast. Ubiquitous French fries became "freedom" or "American" fries in some circles. Restaurants and snack bars operated by the United States House of Representatives renamed the fried spuds so as to remove them from their French roots. The moratorium in the U.S. House eateries remained in effect for the better part of the decade. So much for "célébrer les différences".

You say "freedom fries", the French say "pomme frites". Want to increase the possibility of artery clogging: Dip your pomme frites in mayonnaise as in Belgium (or tartar sauce as we Seattleites do). Fry your pomme frites in duck fat, and you'd better budget for a bypass graft in six or nine years.

Wash your pomme frites down with a French 75. On ne vit qu'une fois.

French 75
  • 1 oz. gin
  • 1 oz. Cointreau
  • Squeeze of lime juice
  • Sugar cube
  • Chilled champagne
Drop sugar cube in champagne glass.
Combine Cointreau, gin and lie juice in a martini shaker. Mix and strain contents into the champagne class.
Garnish with maraschino cherry or orange wedge.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Canine world cup: Spanish v. Netherlands canines

If you're into the World Cup -- the World Series, Olympic gold-medal 1x400 meter freestyle relay and French Open combined for soccer fans -- you're finalizing your plans for Sunday's final. Maybe you're stalking out your place in line at a local soccer bar, a north-of-the-Rainier-Valley phenomenon. Or maybe you're hosting a World Cup brunch that embraces the culture of nations of the finalists: scrambled eggs with Spanish blood sausage (morcilla) and Grolsch lager. Yum, the breakfast of overweight champions.

Here's a thought to ponder while you anticipate the World Cup finale: Which breed would prevail in an athletic competition between the Spanish Ibizan hound and the Keeshond of the Netherlands? The double-coated Keeshond -- dubbed the "Dutch barge dog" -- boasts quick reflexes and strong jumping abilities. The sleek and graceful Ibizan hound of Spain runs hard and long. Your choice lies in whether you prefer an athlete more akin to NFL Linebacker -- and Travel Channel host of Dhani Tackles the Globe -- Dhani Jones or Olympic 400-meter gold medalist Michael Johnson.

One more thought: Who the hell eats sausage with congealed pig blood? Frankly, many of the residents of Europe, Asia and Latin America. The popularity of blood sausage is not unlike soccer: The absence of the American en masse embrace doesn't make soccer -- or blood sausage -- any less legitimate to those living beyond our borders.

But personal preference being what it is, I don't think I could eat blood sausage no mater how hard Andrew Zimmern of Bizarre Foods on the Travel Channel tries to convince me that pastry-wrapped morcilla is the next chicken biscuit.

Fried eggs with Spanish blood sausage
  • 1 dozen fresh grown chicken eggs
  • Baguette sliced in 12 pieces
  • 12 slices of Spanish blood sausage (morcilla)
  • Extra virgin olive oil
Gather a dozen eggs from the chickens in your backyard coop. As a foward-thinking locavore, you are three steps ahead of the Seattle Tilth movement. You constructed your chicken shack months back when your scowling neighbors shot you dirty looks and complained to Animal Control about the clucking -- before they recognized how much more progressive you are than they.

If you are mainstream and pedestrian, you will have purchased your eggs from Trader Joe's, PCC, or QFC.

When the oil is hot, fry the eggs two at a time. Top each slice of bread with a fried egg.

Cut the morcilla into ¼-inch slices. Fry the blood sausage in the pan where you prepared the eggs. Remove each slice and place on the bread-and-egg serving.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Worst of both worlds: Dog in pickup truck bed with canopy

OK, maybe the canopy of your pickup truck would not prove problematic for transporting your dog around town. And four months ago, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

But the mercury hovered at 88 degrees at 6 pm on Wednesday. Your lab mixes were riding in the bed of your pickup truck that was adorned with a canopy. While you had both side windows open, your dogs looked hot and miserable as you tooled northbound along Seward Park Avenue South.

Do you think that the cross breeze from the open windows of the canopy generated enough fresh air to cool down your dogs during their ride in the sauna? What the hell were you thinking?

The 88 degrees outside was probably like 120 degrees -- hell, maybe hotter -- in the pickup canopy. Do your dogs a favor: If you can't transport them in a comfortable fashion during this Seattle heat wave, leave Rocky and Bullwinkle -- Starsky and Hutch, or hell, Cagney and Lacey -- at home.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Happy Birthday, CJ!

As your mother doesn't remember if your birthday is July fifth or sixth without consulting your papers, we're going to play it safe and post today. Happy birthday, CJ!

You are a testament that a great dog can enjoy the good life when paired with a human who treats you like the princess that you are.

If only your mother allowed you to depart from the path of the canine vegan.

Seriously, though... could you really imagine living life as a dog vegan? No Beggin' Strips, Pup-peroni sticks, Liv-A-Snaps... or anything with the modest hint of meat. Such forbearance is enough to make any well-adjusted dog "go Stetson" on the well-meaning but delusional, Soy Joy-slurping, tofu-chomping tree hugger. Sink the teeth into the forearm, let it bleed.

In honor of your birthday and a popular fruit of your former residence, we will toast you with the Midwestern-hip cocktail of the Wolverine State. It goes without saying that alcohol is poisonous to dogs.

Cherry martini
2 oz. vodka
¼ oz. Drambuie liquor
¼ oz. cherry liqueur

Pour liquids in martini shaker. Add crushed ice. Count to five. Shake vigorously.
Strain into martini glass. Garnish with maraschino cherry.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Celebrare la libertà di stile italiano!

Want a break from chopping celery, pickles and boiled eggs for your mayonnaise-drenched potato salad? Take a moment to enjoy the observations of O'Doul the Collie. The weather prognosticator/labor spokesdog asks you to take a moment to ponder the whippoorwill of freedom both here and abroad.

According to his publicist, Mount Baker resident Tony, O'Doul "wants everybody to remember that July 4 is the birthday of Garibaldi."

Garibaldi, the ignorant amongst us might ask, who dat? The composer who wrote "The Four Seasons"? A San Francisco-based chocolate manufacturer? The manager of the New York Yankees?

O'Doul would express dismay and disgust with such ignorance. Is this the outcome of the public education system?

Giuseppe Garibaldi (1807-1882), the "hero of two worlds" was born July 4, 1807 in Nice -- an area that ping-ponged in jurisdictional rule between the kingdom of Sardenia and France. A twentysomething Garibaldi joined a revolutionary organization that pledged Italian independence and unification. In 1834, Garibaldi was on the losing side of a failed insurrection. Garibaldi fled before a Genoese court sentenced him in absentia to death.

A sail-maker by trade, Garibaldi and his wife fled to South America where he adopted the look of the native gauchos: red shirt, poncho and sombrero. Garibaldi aligned himself with liberal coalition that successfully fought for Uruguayan independence from Argentinian and Brazilian imperialists. Garibaldi returned to Italy in 1849 and employed the guerrilla warfare tactics he learned in South America against French and Austrian aggressors. Italians credit Garibaldi for uniting their country.

One more point regarding "the hero of two worlds" that would warm the hearts of animal lovers. After defeating the Neapolitan Army and wresting control of Southern Italy from the Austrians, Garibaldi traveled alone in the countryside. He came across a man beating a donkey. An outraged Garibaldi criminalized animal abuse.

So how does a Rainier Valley collie commemorate Garibaldi's birthday? Tony reports that O'Doul celebrates July 4 with bocce ball, which "he enjoys as a spectator sport." In honor of Garibaldi, O'Doul may consume raw (uncooked) spaghetti noodles, which Tony said the collie favors. When asked why O'Doul favors raw spaghetti over, say, fusilli with spinach and Asiago cheese, Tony loses his patience. "This whole cooking show and book mania is making me sick," he groused.

Toast O'Doul, Tony and Giuseppe Garibaldi with a Negroni, an Italian-themed cocktail.

Negroni
1 oz. gin
1 oz. vermouth
1 oz. Campari bitters

Pour gin, vermouth and Campari into an old-fashioned glass filled three-fourths of the way with ice cubes. Garnish with orange wedge.

Toast America with a brat or two or 60



Happy birthday, America!

We could launch into great detail about the historical relevance of Independence Day, but we are making the generous conclusion that most understand the significance of the holiday. (The Second Continental Congress adopted the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, and thereby declared its liberation from Great Britain... Ask a fifth grader if you need additional details.)

Rather, we will divert our attention to a less weighty matter: Nathan's Famous Fourth of July hot-dog eating contest in Coney Island, Brooklyn. The competition, which takes place at noon (9 a.m. PDT), draws 40,000 fans to Nathan's beach-side surf at the Surf and Stillwell avenues -- as well as 1.5 million viewers to the ESPN broadcast.

In 1916, the winning competitor downed 13 hot dogs and buns in 12 minutes during the inaugural contest. The Berlin Wall fell before American Frank Delarosa broke the 20 dog-and-bun mark in 1991 (21½).

A decade later, Japanese eating champion Takeru "Tsunami" Kobayashi obliterated the world record and captured the coveted mustard belt yellow belt by consuming 50 dog and buns. The second-place finisher lagged far behind at 31 dogs and buns. Kobayashi won five-straight championships and seemed invincible... not unlike the 1953 New York Yankees. In 2007, American Joey "Jaws" Chestnut (66) and Kobayashi (63) battled in an epic contest that took on the US-versus-them overtones of a Little League World Championship. Although Nathan's reduced the competition from 12 to 10 minutes, three-time champion Chestnut (68) and Kobayashi (64½) continued posting post-Maris-like-shattering marks in 2009.

Consider that a single Nathan's hot dog and bun constitutes 309 calories of which 181 are fat (59 percent). Eat 68 hot dogs, and you'll have consumed 21, 012 calories -- liberally 10½ days worth. Hold the light beer and the potato chips.

Or consider an alternative: A couple of hot dogs, single-size serving of Pringles and a patriotic beverage called the "July Shooter." Preparing this cocktail requires you to "layer" different types of alcohol atop each other. Don't know what "layering" means? Check it out on Google... or Bing if you absolutely must. The cocktail's appearance evokes memories of the late 1960s dessert Jell-O 1-2-3.

Fourth of July Shooter
  • ½ oz. grenadine
  • ½ oz. vodka
  • ½ oz. blue curacao
Pour grenadine into a shot glass. Float the vodka atop the grenadine, and then layer the blue curacao above the vodka.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Third of July WTHWYT marathon: fit to be tied

When the cancer temptation struck, you couldn't resist the urge to fuel the beast. So you leashed up your adorable black-and-tab cocker and headed off to the Rainier Valley Rite Aid for a pack of More filters and a Twix bar. Around 4 pm this afternoon, you tied Cookie to the post of the sign denoting disabled parking and went inside to make your purchases.

Meanwhile, your cocker was tethered with just enough slack to maneuver off the curb and into the disabled parking slot. If Cookie escaped the leash, he could've run into a lot full of cars from shoppers purchasing supplies for tomorrow's Fourth of July barbecue. Or, worse, Cookie could've roamed South McClellan Street or Rainier Avenue South.

What the hell were you thinking?

Seattle Municipal Code 9.25.081(F) says it is unlawful to "tether or confine any animal or in such a place as to cause injury or pain not amounting to first degree animal cruelty defined in RCW 16.52.025, or to endanger the animal."

Here's an alternate but equally troubling theory: Somebody could untie the leash and walk off with Cookie. And maybe you wouldn't find your precious pup advertised on Craig's List. Don't snicker: pet thieves in Rainier Valley have no compunction about taking dogs out of their own fenced yards. Do you think tying Cookie to a sign post is a deterrent? You don't really believe all those "missing" and "lost" dogs are runaways...

Leave your dog at home.

Third of July WTHWYT marathon: hot car, cold heart

Maybe you thought you were doing Ponch the Pomeranian mix a favor by taking him along for a Saturday-afternoon car ride on this summer afternoon. As you parked your tan Oldsmobile Highlander in two-hour zone along South King Street, you clearly didn't intend to stay beyond a couple hours... enough time to slurp a bowl of barbecue duck, won-ton and noodles. Then maybe buy baby bok choy at one of the stands.

You exhibited your good intentions by parking under Interstate 5 and cracking the back-passenger window an inch for fresh air.

Two hours could be enough time to broil your dog's brain in a hot car. What the hell were you thinking? Our spotter couldn't tell if Ponch's high-pitched parks communicated "Why do we have to listen to Justin Bieber during the car ride from Shoreline?", "The idiot's Lenovo ThinkPad W510 is under the driver's seat" or "My owner left me in a hot car... and I'm bloody suffocating!"

Maybe the thermometer read 68 degrees, but the "real feel" in the sun was more like 73 degrees. The temperature inside the car, though, can reach 90 degrees. Dogs cool themselves by panting and by sweating through the pads on their paws and feet. In 15 minutes your dog's body temperature can elevate to the extent that Ponch experiences heat exhaustion and organ failure. Signs of possible heat-related illness include drooling, excessive panting, glassy eyes , bright red and gums.

If you encounter the dog-left-in-hot-car syndrome, cool down the canine with water. Don't use ice water, which can cause shock. Transport the dog to the veterinarian ASAP.

Seattle Municipal Code 9.25.081 (D) says that it is unlawful to "confine without adequate ventilation, any animal in any box, container or vehicle." Of course, the court of public opinion may resort to an old-fashioned beat down.