Gabby Parsons

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Sometimes you're the sled dog, sometimes you're the musher. Unless you're the main character portrayed in the pitch meeting for a poorly written sequel to the Cuba Gooding Jr. failure, "Snow Dogs", in which case, you're both.

Looks like somebody smoked a little too much can-ine-bas.

Air Bud attempts to avoid the paparazzi with a disguise.

The latest America's Got Talent entrant: Tribute band ZZ Dog.

I flew with your old man. VF-51, the Oriskany. You're a lot like he was. Only better... and worse. He was a natural heroic son of a %&*@# that one.

"I HATE it when he dresses me up like this!! The man is sick, dude...And all so he can take a picture and parade it around on his Facebook page!... to his so-called friends!! Does he have NO self-respect?! I know I have very little left after the shot with the tutu and the wheelbarrow last month...

Presenting Avaitor Dog, the predecessor to the non human powered Drone fleet.

An Air-dale, of course.

I am 95 dog years and never chased a ball in my life. Every morning I have a bowl and five beggin strips. At lunch, a big plate of beggin strips. Mid-day, you guessed it. In the evening I drink a bowl and have a bowl. I am still here. The veterinarians who pooh-poohed my lifestyle have pooped. So there!

Ralph read a science report somewhere which proved that, during the course of long-term relationships, couples began to look more and more alike; “I wonder,” he mused, ”if the same thing applies to owners and their pets?”

After a long day of dropping flea bombs from 5000 feet, there is nothing more relaxing than a smoke in your favorite recliner.

Welcome, Red Barron. I've been expecting you.

Welcome, Baron von Richthofen. I've been expecting you.