Going to the Dogs

Following our longstanding tradition of enjoying the relative solitude available outside during the Super Bowl, we took a hike with our friends and the dogs. When we made it in front of the television, Dara pulled up the Tivo'd Puppy Bowl instead. Hours of puppy antics -- it bore an eerie similarity to watching the yule log on TV at Christmas.

Now I see the NYTimes most-mailed article is about designer dogs. We used to call these mutts.

So-called designer dogs became popular a decade ago, beginning with the Labradoodle and other poodle crosses that sought to affix the poodle’s relatively nonshedding coat to other breeds. But the puggle, a designer dog with no clear design objective, seems to have set off an almost unintelligible free-for-all. Pugs alone are now being bred to Yorkshire terriers, Shih Tzus, bichon frisés, Pekingese, rat terriers, Boston terriers, dachshunds, Jack Russell terriers and Chihuahuas to create, respectively, Pugshires, Pug-Zus, Pushons, Puginese, Puggats, Pugstons, Daugs, Jugs and Chugs. Beagles mount Bostons. Chihuhuauas do Yorkies. Beagles and basset hounds are making Bagels; bassets and Shar-Peis are making Sharp Assets — “a more laid-back dog that says, ‘If you don’t feel like taking me for a walk, no big deal,’ ” Havens’s Web site claims. Poodles are being pushed further into a goofy taxonomy of portmanteau labels: Maltipoos, Eskipoos, Doodleman Pinschers.

There must be a Grundoonian Yakhound in there somewhere.