Yes, of course this title is a play on Keith Urban’s I Want To Kiss A Girl. You know I pretty much spend my life riding shotgun in Beagle Man’s car, and I know every song on his iPod by heart. So today Dogster ran a headline — Do You Kiss Your Dog? You Might Wanna Stop — and it went on to say that you exchange bacteria when you smooch your pup. Well, B-Man and Mrs. B-Man and Robby kiss me all the time, and I kind of like it — so let’s just keep this little item entre nous, shall we? And what does this particular dog story have to do with the
Presidential race? Nothing at all — but I can’t say there was a whole lot in last night’s debate that really got me revved up. Remember that old Three Dog Night song (great group, huh?) that went, “Well I’ve never been to Spain . . . but I’ve been to Oklahoma”? That’s exactly the way I felt about last night’s subject matter. I’ve been to Rock Spring Wyoming and Elko Nevada and Delhi Louisiana . . . but I’ve never been to Syria or Libya or Afghanistan or Iraq or Iran — and it’s harder for me to care about places I haven’t seen or sniffed. I mean, did we just skip all those places on LA/XC-1 and LA/XC-2? I’ll have to ask B-Man about this. Maybe we’ll get to them next year . . .
Originally I was only going to write The Roof Rack Report while we were on the road (#roofrackreport on Twitter, for those who follow me already on @BeagleManHank), but now I think I’m gonna keep it up through the election next month. Same deal as before, though: Food trumps The Roof Rack Report, if there’s only time for one.
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