Meet Willow, an extremely lovable, 2 yr old St. Bernard, with classic colors and a very calming disposition.
What more could you ask for as we approach Valentine’s Day. She sends her love to all our readers!
Fall is upon us, and it’s time to fall completely in love with Cooper, ChabDog of the Month for October, 2020. Cooper is a year and a half old Australian Shepherd who regularly accompanies his owner, marriage and family therapist Kristina Cleland, to her office and provides invaluable animal therapy, assisting her clients when struggling with symptoms of depression and anxiety.
Indeed, I have seen this dog work his magic numerous times at 1601 PCH, Hermosa Beach, CA … he’s extremely friendly and simply put, loves people. In his spare time, this industrious canine loves cuddling, swimming in oceans and pools, hiking, traveling on road trips, playing in the snow, and long walks on the beach with his favorite human on the beach!
Thank you Cooper for gracing our page as ChabDog of the Month.
Only too happy to recently stick my toe in the water as Summer approaches with a welcome visit to the delicious Hawaiian food bistro, The Grindz.
Today, I enjoyed an old favorite, the very saucy and tasty Barb Chicken Plate. All the usual hedonist helpers were there, including juicy grilled chicken,
fluffy white rice, seductive Hawaiian slaw, and the always pleasing potato salad.
Check it out at Hermosa Pavilion in Hermosa Beach!
Chase the April showers away with Casey, the powerful, but cuddly bull mastiff, who loves to socialize and play. Only 1 and a half years old, she’s already 120 pounds of boundless mirth and warmth … guaranteed to make you forget the daily grind and the associated trials and tribulations. Thanks for striking a pose with me Casey! You’re our pooch on the post, and we’re honored to spread your joy around the world.
On the uproarious “Concubine Quarantine” CDST Show (Part 2):
— Don’t judge a book by its cover, unless someone has hit the head with it first (“They’re selling coffee, bran muffins, you’re surrounded by reading material … it’s entrapment”) (“You just lost a lot of business, because I love to read”) (“I’m not eating anything in the vicinity of that book”) (“Wait a second, this book has been in the bathroom…. it’s been flagged… you get this toilet book outta here and I won’t jump over the counter and punch you in the brain”) (“You defiled one book, steal another and ask for your money back, and you call that even?”)
— And we can never, ever, get enough of Kramer’s “Assman” … unless of course you’re a breast man (“Cozmo Kramer, you are the Assman”) (“Yo Assman… look at the Assman … I never dreamed it could make such a difference … Kramer made a pass at me … he stopped short and made a grab… stopped short, that’s my move”) (“How dare you stop short with my wife … to think I almost split the profits on the manziere with you”)
— Frank checks in to reveal what it’s like keeping vampire hours … let’s face it folks, with no sports on idiot’s box of sadness, this guy’s off
— Not amused to announce that the laundromats are open for business, albeit with amusement park lines
— Tank puts his finger on the Blues Bros cheese whiz clip
— What a coincidence that the Accidental President was so accident prone … but hey give him a break,… he had weak knees from playing o-line at The Big House
— Speaking of the House, ChabDog reminds everyone that Ford did in fact make the leap to the Oval Office from people’s chamber, not the Senate
— Trying to give more love to Sarah Jane Moore (not Miller) in the pantheon of would-be assassins … sorry Sarah … Gerry was cut in the cloth of the indestructible Inspector Clouseau
— Sorry Brady … they don’t pay guys to finish up their career in New England … you need to go to LA for that…
— And who’ll step in to fill the gap at Gillette? Dandy Andy? Joe Sacko? Broken down Cam? A wife swap with Jameis? Pay to play with Peyton? Go full monty with the running game and bring back Timmy T-bone. “Well, what the hell we supposed to do, you moron?”
–Moderately mediocre game managers who won Super Bowls … a surprisingly big secret society
— Broadway Joe was overrated? Fleming flings the sexy stats, despite the guy’s great image in hoes
— Hear Joe Brown get down and dirty with Jack Lemmon
— They call it an “Adam’s” apple for a reason
— Thank god Herman Wouk wasn’t “woke”
— Brian reminds us that no Astros have been affected by the Coronavirus … they saw the signs before anyone else.
— How about putting Congressional insider stock trading on lockdown?
— Who’s Dan Rostenkowskowitz? Chairman of the “Keep the change” Ways and Means Committee. A truly corrupt politician in the grand tradition of the Land of Lincoln, Obama, and.. Daly and Blago
— David Bowie announces a benefit concert for combating Covid 19, where he’ll sing “Little China virus”. If only he’d tell Trump, “Oh baby just you shut your mouth.” The cast from Monty Python will also be there, singing “I like Chinese”
— Laraine Newman’s impression of Regan will really make your head spin (not to mention hers) (“The bed must be on the floor … the bed is on my foot… the bed is on my foot”) (“Your mother eats kitty litter … nobody talks about my momma”)
— And how about our Exorcist clip with lovable Linda, … it’s short and not too sweet
— DeBlasio in wax? That guy wouldn’t even qualify for ear plugs.
— Understanding how Newark sank to its current status as our seminal sanctuary city for murders
— Speaking of killing it, Marc becomes Frank by calling in from his blue, red and silver submarine, and attempts to twist the proverbial knife … but he’s just too far removed to be threatening
— Caruso skirts the question of how he feels now that Brady is a Buc/Pirate, but his misplaced faith in Jared “the stiff” Stidham belies credulity
— Being so grateful to be alive, we issue our final takedown with the Grateful Dead’s “Shakedown Street”
On the “Concubine Quarantine” CDST Show (Part 1):
— Despite another alarm clock mishap and some very nice dreams that went on a tad too long, ChabDog is somehow ready in time for the special Quarantine show…. for all those with a vested interest in choosing “Option B”
— Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through even a single evening
— How about a return to normalcy … along with Warren G. Harding, we can hardly wait for this turn of events
— Getting philosophical about the economic pros and cons of prohibition vs. regulation
— Taking gay pride in how my 13 year old neutered yorkie-poo forced a bigger, hormonal male pooch onto his dance card.
— Biking seems to be the perfect way to get your distance training in with the requisite social distancing … just watch out for the people trying to sidle up to you on the park benches.
— Someone needs to remind the beach goers in South FLA that this year, Spring Break is officially cancelled.
— Getting our arms around the shocking paper shortage at the local grocers (“Did you get me my cheez whiz, boy?)
— Well-read sheds light on why there’s nothing particularly aristocratic about the “Aristocrats”; yes, I would say most cats have better manners than many of these comedians, but most are unavoidably entertaining.
— Reliving Curt Gowdy’s herculean howl while narrating Kenny Stabler’s incredible completion to Clarence Davis through a Sea of Hands. And then we survey player reactions to the unbelievable impudence of a crazy Black Hole fan, who dared to sucker punch the Fins’ Manny Fernan.
— Exactly who was on the ultra-dominant 1992 Super Bowl champ Skins; apparently it was largely devoid of Hall of Famers.
— Why it makes sense to turn a blind eye to the hysteria … yes, please let me go to my happy place
— The youthful beyond his years Brian Keller cannot remember what he was doing in the 1950s, but comes through by confirming he was in Blackfoot Idaho when JFK was shot.
— What it’s like being a male handling the switchboard at Ma Bell.
— Ford’s predilection for advancement with the Executive Branch, unsupported by actually winning an election
On the “Ending our Weekend with Bernie” Show:
— Frank cranks out the Soviet National Anthem
— Some of us aren’t so excited about the New Deal II, and find watching Bernie point to be a real drag
— The new heavyweight champ Tyson looks like a cross between Wepner and Quarry.
— Handicapping what’s left in the Democrat field of dreams
— It’s only February, but when I watch Uncle Joe, all I can think of is Uncle June, knocking on the neighbors door, in pajamas and asking for ice cream
— ChabDog suspects he might be more than just a Boomer … he’s a Bloomer
— Because he’s such a threat (though according to LIzzie Boredom not a tall one), to lighten the mood, maybe Mike should use Mel Brooks as a body double in the next debate?
— Lawyers use redlining … why can’t arrogant billionaires do the same?
— “Pete, you lost to my friend Joe Donnelley [and you aren’t a proven winner”. For shame Amy, since when is winning in Minny grounds for asserting executive privilege over Buttigieg.
— Lots George Steinbrenner, along with a George Peterson interlude, which gets us in the mood for more Bernie. “She’s a heartbreaker, lovemaker, dreammaker ”
— Why Rob Man-fraud doesn’t have a problem with cheating Houston keeping its big piece of metal/MLB would be placating the out-for-blood public by vacating.
— LA banking on Price being money in the playoffs (but they know starting him is a non-starter), while Rendon hails a cab for the home of the hittable Halos
— Very sad about bulldog Swagger being taken away from the Dog Pound in an open casket; later in the show we go back to the glory years of Brian Sipe, as touted by Trump and Criqui
— The perfect Pelosi, as done by Kammy Burnett productions … yes this performance raised a few eyebrows
— Tyson gives his opponent a real Marchand moment when he a wet one to Wilder
— Slogging Leafs wilt and fold when their Zamboni driver fills in as the emergency goalie … for the other team
— The significance of “Patrick” as a major name in NHL history
— On the Miracles on Ice having slid to the right
— Wrecking the Aztecs bubble
— 8 should be enough for purposes of those presently unavoidable conference tournaments (currently, basket of deplorables IUPUI could go on a magical run and get an invite)
— Who’s in the MEAC, and where do they reside? We know one is named hopeless Howard. We read out the rest, including my personal favorite …
— “I’d like to make a Botox appointment tomorrow… wait a minute, I’m Nancy Pelosi … don’t mess with me … you don’t mess with Nancy Pelosi…no way Nancy has gray hair .. rip rip… I don’t hate nobody…. I’ll drink to that ,,,, not only did I rip my State of the Union Speech, I also ripped … my birth certificate”
On the CDST “Scrambled, Sunny Side Up Show” (Part 1):
— A great, great show, as Eric gives us a rare glimpse into the storehouse of sports knowledge that holds Frank’s brain
— Don’t look that-a-way … you could be in Piscataway if you’re watching football at RU
— We’re joined by Tank of Barstool Sports, who’s rumored to be in the running for the Mets as part of the A-rod consortium
— How to fix an NBA slam dunk contest (how can you jump over Taco Fall and not be able to keep up with the Joneses … no wonder there was a swearin Aaron). But seriously, why go to all that trouble.
— Who’s mind is responsible for the terribly idiotic and hopelessly meaningless new format for the NBA All-star game … you can dress this up however you want and it still looks like a pig (lip stick notwithstanding)
— Would someone please teach Giannis a post move?
— Wow, there’s a sighting of Chance the Rapper; is he related to Chauncey Gardner
— DW’s not very superhuman Superman slam gets a 49 (what a joke)
— How about that sexy acquisition by Brody’s Bunch of Jedd “Deadwood” Lowrie … ha ha ha
— An excellent, Flemingish XFL update
— A not so tender clip of McGloin
— Explaining why Raftery is known for his onions
— Why has Seton Hall left the building?
— We’re happy to announce that Rutgers has finally emerged from it’s no-hope-for the NCAA rut. What were you doing in 1991?
— Some low lights are shined on the tarnished Tar Heels; boy has that worm thrown a tizzy at the expense of despondent Roy.
— The ultimate NCAA misfit (Columbia). Yes, the college version of the Lions is even less competitive than the pro variety.
— Sorry state of affairs for Chicago State. And the University of Bob Denver isn’t any better. Holy Cross is getting the holy @#$#$ beaten out of them. Time to call them the “Lusaders”.
— As for Evansville, everyone is getting even (and then some with them). Someone needs to show Howard how to get it done.
— Eric confuses Idaho State and Boise.
— The Kennesaw State Owls are so bad they’re making Judge Mountain Landis throw up on himself in the grave.
— Hey a lot has happened over longtime commish Kennesaw’s dead body (including integretion of the majors).. The judge was a real nice guy (“son, just do the best you can – to do those years”) (“Gentlemen, I’m due back in court in 5 minutes … let’s talk salary”)
— Bowie Kuhn, whose era was known for strikes. And he also had a great name.
— A recommendation for baseball’s survival…use free internet to get your product in front of people
— An interview you won’t want to miss with the Shah of Iran (giving important insights into the genesis of pervasive anti-West feelings of resentment in Iran and the dynamics of oil markets in the late 70s)
— ChabDog espouses new respect for the State College of New Jersey
— Under 20 degrees is not dog walking weather (sorry Bingo)
— A word about Leo .. the latest family dachshund … the foot long hot dog … and then some
— Who would you rather watch … PK “puke” Subban or “Bad Bunny”
— Team Giannis vs. Team Lebronis (we can hardly contain ourselves)
— The conversation rotates toward rotars
— Getting happily sidetracked with Bonnie and Clyde
Taste the perfection of juicy, tender short ribs, falling off the bone and dressed with delicious teriyaki sauce. At the Grindz, they certainly don’t short you on the meat, and with the plate, you’ll get your veggies, rice and mac salad as a wonderful complement to the main course. My only bone of contention is that the lunch had to end at some point.
Check it out at The Grindz @1601 (1601 PCH in Hermosa Beach); you be glad you made the trip.
On the “Don’t need another cup of Joe” CDST Show (Part 1):
— Who’ll stop the rain, or the high tide, at ChabDog Sports’ Newport Beach studios?
— It’s time for Spring, XFL.. the New York Guardians and the Tampa Bay Vipers; watch out for those Vipers (they were real tough in the Sopranos.. “We’re with the Vipers”) … and can’t wait to watch Josh “Tender” McGloin
— Turning on a night light for Coach Knight at Bloomington (the reconciliation was good to see) …. scoping out a cabinet position (Health and Human Services?)
— Tank celebrates the demise of the Iowa Dummocrat Caucus
— Was that woman who had buyer’s remorse after donning those “Pete” stickers a plant after all (this story sounds beyond belief)
— The untold story behind Butti’s beautiful showing (he won all those coin tosses at Bernie’s expense)
— What Warren really needs … some new shoes
— Reliving when Nancy did the Full Monty with Trumpster’s script
–ChabDog sticks up for Pelosi’s impeccable persona
— Why the 2020 election may be another Subway Series.
— But it doesn’t it in fact seem possible to pull yourself up by your own bootstraps (how about those Bloomberg terminals)
— Some political nicknames should be reserved for the trolls on the internet
— We open up the phone lines to college b-ball … yes it’s time
— Perhaps a last ditch push by previously compacted UCLA
— A quick run through the Big 10, and then it’s on to Bob’s 10 best soundbites (“You don’t have to bleep one single #@$#$ing word of this”/”I try to help you guys in this profession you’ve chosen … it’s one to two steps above prostitution”/”This is really good … see the blood drip out of it”/”When my time on earth is gone and my activities here are passed, I want they bury me upside down and my critics can kiss my ass”/”My entire adult life I have no conception of this term ‘game face'”)
— Wondering what it might be like to roll with “The Joel” (as in Joel Olsteen)
— Breaking down why the NHL is becoming an increasingly difficult sell (they aren’t being given good shelf space on ESPN)
— Nice jamming done by team GOP of those opposition party phone lines
— Going back to Silent Cal, who saw fit to sit on the sidelines and not participate in 1928, as we TR in 1908; reflecting on Cleveland’s dual wins, broken up by a loss to the immortal Benjamin Harrison
— ChabDog stands corrected … the man who ran against him in 1884 was one James G. Blaine (not Greeley)
— Where The Irishman fell flat (despite the Sohio sign)
— Trump’s noble crusade against nepotism … firing the Vindman Twins
— Up close and personal with Sneaky Little Mitch and Lindsay Vallerie Beaurreguard Matlock Graham
— And Trumpster walking into to testify using a Weinstein walker (priceless)
— Remembering the timeless Kirk Douglas (some choice clips and interviews), along with a little Rich Little (See Dick run.
See Jane run. See Dick and Jan and Spot and Puff run. See Dick catch up to Puff. See Dick grab Puff. See Dick smash Puff in the face)
On the “Who Will Come Out On Tops” CDST Show (Part 2):
— A monologue from Woody that you won’t soon forget (I turned 40 … I’m balding slightly on top … the balding viral type … (like John Roberts and Trump’s lawyer “Baloney Cipollone”) … the universe is expanding … shades of Greta worried about global warming … the universe will be expanding for billions of years Alvy)
— “Let’s turn out the lights and play hide the salam” …”If I have grass or alcohol, I get unbearably wonderful” … Woody breaks out the red light bulb for some Old New Orleans essence …If I get a laugh from a person who is high, it doesn’t count because they’re always laughing
— What is so fascinating about a bunch of pituitary cases trying to stuff a basketball through a hoop?
— Why is that anti-Weinerstein movement called “Me Too” … do more people want to be victims of horrible Harvey or abhorrent Anthony?
— Need to pick your Secretary of Education? Find me a 10 yr old.
— Memories of Howeird Dean … “We’re on to New Hampshire”
— Post-partum Super Bowl Blues (what on earth is a couch potato to do?)
— Well-read worries that women refs will be calling up penalties from two years ago (no comment)
— ChabDog wonders why can’t we just openly embrace those particular problems endemic to both sexes/what’s the hang up with men going for those little enhancers … let’s hear it for supplements, like the ones being pushed by the Big Hurt … “And she’ll like it too”
— Meanwhile in the world of sports… unrepentant, tight-lipped Houston refuses to admit it did anything wrong… Could the Astros possibly be bigger asses if they tried?
— Mookie to the Dodgers for a starting pitcher and a fortune cookie (Buehler? Buehler?) … and throw in Chris Taylor for good tape measure
— Sorry that Phil Rizzo died at age 90 … but we’re relieved Rizzuto is still alive and kicking
— The Grandyman can … a B+ player who new how to reach those grandstands (not HOF numbers, but perhaps good enough for Mets or Tigers honors)
— Brady needs a National Lampoon Vegas Vacation
— Why can’t cursing Djokovic be as composed on the court as Dvorak?
— Analyzing the current class of NFL inductees … we can think of a number of guys who should have edged our Edgerin
— Find out everything you wanted to know about Duke Slater
— A certain Hall of Fame name “Emerson Boozer” … way better than Mack Speedy or Ed Sprinkle
— Subpoenas from the McClellan Committee… no problemo for Nicholson’s Hoffa as he confronts Bobby Kennedy at the DOJ offices (“I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, but you’re proving it” “You don’t impress me and your office don’t impress me … bunch of rum runners”… “@#$@#$@# your brother”)
— John Candy as a crooked lawyer in JFK (“truth is I never met the dude … all I know is sometimes he sends me some cases”)
— And it’s Maahk Caruso to the rescue
— More on why Ben R. doesn’t get the benefit of the doubt from Patriot patrons
— Doesn’t Andy Reid of the Chefs remind you of the chef on the Burger Chef logo? But who’s Jeff?
— Someone prematurely stakes a claim for the Niners
— A prop bet that there won’t be any Corona Beer commercials during the game (Tony Romo is crestfallen)
— Someone was drinking the major Haterade today
— Our cantakerous cabbie declares open war on uber drivers … especially ones from Morocco
— A demographic survey of douche bags in East Boston
— A warning … don’t do coke with either David Lee Roth or Karl Malden
— By majority decree, we determine Cora’s misdeeds were strictly limited to Houston
— We finish with some very pleasing topical ointment from Mick and the boys
On the “Who Will Come Out On Tops” CDST Show (Part 1):
— When it comes to winning hockey games, the Devils are definitely missing the details (particularly when it comes to holding leads in the 3rd period)
— And as for the cold Wings, that’s a similarly sad story; we’re a long way removed from the fat and happy years of the late 1990s/2000s
— the latest news about young gun Jack Hughes (you’re not in 17 & unders anymore)
— all about the belly flops of PK Subban
— We are at a complete loss to explain the new format for the utterly useless NBA All-star game, but in any event the changes won’t make it more watchable
— Hey Tom Brady bought a house in Tennessee … will he be traded for Tannehill?
— Various off the prop bets for the big game (we forgot one … will J. Lo reach a new low in the halftime extravaganza)
— Tank hits the road with his compass set on a laundromat
— Well-read tells us why not to go with Garoppolo
— Matriculating back in time to the last KC Super Bowl triumph … Stram hamstrings the Vikes with the immortal “65 toss power trap” (Len Dawson provides the commentary)
— Why most of us don’t go for Frisco (Keller is the lone hold out)
— Facebook groups are getting some serious play during halftime, and Brian’s the primary beneficiary
— Eric explains what Mr. Peanut and his no-so-imminent demise has to do with Kobe
— ChabDog tries in vain to interest our panel in the Aussie Open
— Why tennis isn’t always for wives and girlfriends
— Raquetball = enjoyable, poor man’s squash
— a tutorial on how cultivate the George Carlin look (that’s a whale of a pony tail)
— Who the heck is Bootle-judge and what is his decisionmaking authority
— Scott (Anthony?) Weiner … where is he now?
— Another public health emergency — Super Bowl Hangover
— The ecstasy and joy of a leap year
— David Ferrie emits plenty of ferriemones (solid gold from Oliver Stone) (“it’s a mystery, wrapped in a riddle, inside an enigma”)
On the “Show With No Name” CDST Show (Part 1):
— Tank calls in with a major beef about his “Go-Dell” computer, which makes his magic ice scraper look like the bargain of the year/this man needs an IT trouble shooter, or perhaps a tech psychologist
— ‘Froing fresh light on Don Imis’ critique of RU Women’s Basketball
— Without any football to watch, it’s time to look in on the rodeo
— Everything you wanted to know but were afriad to ask about the White Man’s Burden
— Socialism = diet Communism?
— Mets hire Louie from Taxi as their new manager … or is it Rojas
— Eric’s advice … just scrub the hard drive (no big deal)
— GGGGGG Gone
— Analyzing the huge stamp on the back of a prominent male tennis player… what exactly did Fabio have in mind?
— Not fake news … the Saturday edition of Impeachment TV got lower ratings than the WNBA game of the week
— Name that Senator from the riveting Nixon hearings
— The latest new bumper sticker for Elizabeth Warren: Strawberry Fields Forever
— Hey Well-read … who’s Bootlejudge? Is he related to Beetlejuice?
— ChabDog tries to start a fire for moneyman Tommy Steyer
— Frankie Midnight tries ratcheting up interest in a late game run by Nurse Ratchet
— Frank bemoans the fact that revisionist history has been erased from his device’s memory
— Bringing our troubled co-host back to sanity with the ultra smooth tones of Andy Williams doing Burt Bacharach (the voice on loan from god) (“Walk on by”, the “Look of Love”, “Always Something There to Remind Me”)
— All about the latest cigar bar shooting (there was a pre-existing condition involved)
— The low down on why Maryland My Maryland cannot be trusted on the road against a quality (or near quality) team (we smell trouble for Turgeon’s turtles in Bloomerton)
— A play by play color commentary for Match Game … Among other questions that inquiring minds want to know: What is the deal with Rayburn’s obnoxiously long microphone? What was Charles Nelson Reilly’s claim to everlasting fame (give my regards to Broadway)? Has there ever been a better porn stache than Richard Dawson’s? Was that Kid Dynomite wearing a pork pie hat ala Mush Mouth and the Memphis Tams? What happened to fashion sense in the 70’s?
— Uncovering the truth about Cesar Romero … no joke about what the Joker was covering up
— What’s to like about the MD state flag on ChabDog’s Ravens jersey … it’s Steelers colors
— Our preview of the upcoming NBA Finals: Bucks vs. Clippers (that’s Armageddon)
— a contra virus update (time to batten down the hatches)
— Ode to the Williams sisters (Tank sings “Traces of Love” and bidding so long to the sad sacks)
— Sifting through the shrapnel kicked off by “Bombshell”
— Eric please explain how to nicely ask someone to hike their skirt up?
— Reaffirming our collective belief in the Chiefs
— Auditioning for the Regan voiceover in “The Exorcist 3”
A big hello and 2020 welcome to the newest Chabner/Thompson cocker spaniels on the block — pictured above are brother and sister, 10 year old pups Freddy (the boy in the blue collar) and Misty (the little girl in pink) …
Born and bred in Montana, they’ve relocated to Newton, MA and Scarsdale, NY, respectively. They’re 10 weeks old and completely irresistible. Freddy is reunited with Ginger and will forever more rule the roost at the Massachusetts General residence of owners Bruce and Davi, while Misty starts a new era of canine residents in the Thompson household. Hey Misty, better tell Leo the Leothario who’s boss … I hear he’s a real long nosed ladies man.
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