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An Interview With Bo The Dog

Today we're thrilled to be hosting Bo the dog on the Daily Grommet blog, and he's even offered to give a few of our lucky commenters a copy of his book, Bad To The Bone: Memoir Of A Rebel Doggie Blogger (if you can't wait to see if you win, you can pick up your copy here). (See rules for the giveaway at the bottom of this post)

Bo was also kind enough to answer my interview questions. You can easily see why I appreciate Bo's sense of humor.

Bad to the Bone, Bo the DogI have a dog myself (A German Shepherd/Golden Retriever cross) who, while highly intelligent on paper, does some really stupid things. You've shown that you're at the upper echelon of intelligence, what with being a published author and all, but do you still do things like eat stuffed animals? If so, WHY?

Of course I eat stuffed animals. What ELSE would you do with 'em? Dress 'em up in little outfits and give them names?

Unfortunately, I’ve cut way back ever since the economy has tanked. My investment in Purina is down nearly 50 bones and I’m just trying to help the family get by. The only toy still in my arsenal, and it isn’t so much as a toy as it is a feeding tube, is my red, peanut butter filled Kong. Anything that hides a tasty treat is a winner in my book…maybe that’s why I like the kitty litter box so much.

You stated that you started writing when you were one. How and when did you realize that you had this talent?

I knew I was going to be writer even as a young pup. While the others were chasing their tails and trying to act "cute", I was busy digesting "Notes on Comparative English Literature, Vol. I". And I DO mean "digesting". They chased tails, I chased tales.

Long before I started blogging, I had years of experience writing on the kitchen, living room and foyer floors. I’d go outside, dip my writing paw in mud and come back in to write THE solution to world peace. Unfortunately none of this early work survived. Mr. Clean is not a fan of fine dog literature, or the world coming together as one.

I know you were adopted from a shelter and promote the awareness of adopting dogs who need a home. Do you have anything that you'd like to share with our readers regarding your experience? Or what they can do to help other animals in shelters?

First off, anyone and everyone who is involved in helping to rescue dogs (and all animals) gets a big bark out from me. I dedicated my book to them because they are truly the unsung heroes for the voiceless among us. I can’t thank them enough for all they do!!

Personally, my experience in the big house was traumatic, and is chronicled in chilling detail in my book, Bad to the Bone. Having been sentenced there twice before picking out my current owners, I have some insight into what it takes to get adopted.

For the pups out there reading this, my advice is…don’t let yourself go. Lick yourself clean for viewing hours and always look cute when the women come around. They’re usually the suckers, although not exclusively so. Be cute, be attentive but don’t be yourself! Remember this is the marketing phase, reality comes later.

For potential owners, the best words of wisdom I can share is to make sure you get a pup that fits into your lifestyle. If you’re lazy, get some dog like me. If you live in an apartment, get a tiny pup. If you’re aloof and like animals pooping in your house, get a cat.

Once you’ve narrowed your selection down to a pet’s specific traits, don’t fall into the trap of judging him/her solely by their appearance. Sometimes the dog wearing glasses can be a really fun dog, not just a Nerdhund (but usually it IS a Nerdhund). Don’t look for perfection, it will find you.

Here’s a sampling of my family. My sister Patience makes Marty Feldman’s eyes look normal, my sister Copper makes Abe Vigoda’s farts smell good, and my feline sister Moose makes all dogs appear to be intestinally track efficient. On the surface they don’t appear to be perfect specimens to anyone, except to the folks that adopted them.

As to helping out, it comes in many forms and it doesn’t have to be monetary. It could be as simple as donating a few hours of time at the local shelter, or helping to transport a dog to its forever home. Donations of old bedding and towels are helpful to shelters in search of supplies. Fostering a dog in need is a great way to assist as is being the person to stop and help that lost dog on the side of the road to find safety and shelter.

There are so many ways to get involved. It’s just a matter of choosing to do it.

Is it true that dogs are really color blind? If so, do you dream in black and white, or do you dream in color?

All dogs are color blind. We are accepting of everyone, as long as they are nice to us.

However, when I dream, it is in color. Let’s face it, is it really a dream if you’re forced to eat gray pieces of chicken? For my father, maybe, but for me? No.

I know that you're on Twitter ( we follow you @fings). What's your favorite part about that angle of social media?

I love this new technology.

Twitter is the online equivalent of a stop sign; you see it, you mark it and you move on. Facebook is more like a fire hydrant; you hang out there, read some messages, leave some notes and then you’re off to nap the day away.

By far my favorite aspect of these social networking sites is when people post photos of their dogs with their tails up in the air.

Don’t judge me.

Did you know that you wanted to branch beyond your website and publish a book, or is the book something that came your way because of your website?

The website was created for my enjoyment. I’d read a goofy story and wanted to put a little snarky commentary on it. In the beginning it was just me laughing at the computer.

One day it dawned on me to create the greatest Christmas gift ever given from a dog to a human, Lassie’s gift of saving Timmy from that frozen well in ’48 not withstanding. The result was a dead tree with my memoir written on it and it was given to my mother as her ‘big’ gift for Christmas.

What made me think I could do it? Well, I had pawed through so many books written by humans and kept thinking, “This read like it was written by a cat. I can do WAY better than this". So I did.

The rest is literary history.

If there is one main thing that you hope people will get out of your book, what would it be?

Lots of laughs, and the realization that life is better lived in the company of those you love.

Oh that’s too sappy. Let me regroup…I hope people get a buck fifty out of the book when they sell it on e-bay.

Yeah, that’s more like it.

Thanks, Bo!

Bo will be checking in throughout the day to answer any questions that our readers might have. You can also enter to win a copy of his book (He's giving us two of them to give away!) by simply answering the question, "What was your favorite pet?"

The contest will remain open until 9pm EST and we'll use Random.org to pick a winner. What are you waiting for?

General contest rules: To enter, you must be a U. S. resident, and at least 18 years of age. No purchase necessary. The winners will be randomly selected by Daily Grommet and we will select one person to win a CD for every 20 people who comment (one entry per person). Employees, contractors, and the families of employees and contractors of Daily Grommet, Inc. are not eligible to enter. Void where prohibited. Contest will run from 9am through 9pm December 8, 2009.


  • Sheila Butler Says:

    My favorite pet was our late Lab/Sharpei Mix, Hey Dog. While I have 4 equally favorite furkids now (they may read this!) - the Hey Dog opened up our hearts and home to others that needed a warm, safe home & lotsa belly rubs and Scooby Snacks.

    He was quite a character, and even though I gave strict instructions for my Husband "NOT to let the dog in the bed" on my first trip away from home shortly after adopting him....... he was in the bed every night & every day. Well someone had to keep that air mattress from floating away! He did a fine job!

    We lost him to cancer 4 years ago, and will never forget him or how he changed our lives.

  • Cindy Merrill Says:

    When I was very little, my grandparents had a dog named april- she was a German Shepherd. When I was 7 years old she saved my life by dragging me out of a gravel pit pond I had fallen into. She was a wonderful friend and the smartest dog that ever lived.

  • Karen Hoover Says:

    My Favorite pet? Bo, that is SO hard, I love them ALL, they were/are all rescues. I volunteer with PAWS, I know the plight of many homeless animals. My CURRENT best canine friend is Harley, my "gansta dog" wanna be. She's American Bulldog/American Pit Bull Terrier mix. Harley has a unique sense of humor, tolerates the two youngest cats, loves my older cat Moon, who shares Harley's dog bed at night. Harley is the smallest dog I've had in awhile, at 50 lbs. Harley helps me smile when I feel like crying, laugh when I'm blue, and is aways ready to play! She even likes to dance, she matches steps, but dosen't follow the beat very well. She actually DOES have two left feet. ;) Thanks for the great read, Bo.

  • Angela Says:

    My favorite pet is Skyy, my five year-old daschund/schnauzer mix. We cuddle all the time and I pretend that means she loves me, even though I'm not sure dogs know love the same way humans do. New stuffed toys don't last more than three days when I bring them home. She is determined to find the noise inside the toy and destroy it at all costs, forcing me to trail behind her to pick up all of the stuffing she pulls out of the toy. I hope Skyy is thankful that I rescued her, and having her shadow wherever I go seems to put all doubts to rest. That and the barking every time my husband tries to hug me or if I even look in another dog's direction, that is.

  • jeanneconnon Says:

    Congratulations Sheila and Karen - you're our winners today! Your copy of <i>Bad To The Bone: Memoir Of A Rebel Doggie Blogger</i> will be on its way to you soon.

    Thanks for your comments and for sharing your pup stories with us everyone. You're all so lucky to have such faithful companions!

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