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The Big Bow-Wowski
I got no bone to pick with Rick Caruso, the latest in a long line of hot-shot developers promising to rebuild Montecito’s once-fabled Miramar Hotel. Read story.
I Yap, Therefore I Yam
Imagine my shock and shame to learn while out of town last week that Santa Barbara Mayor Marty Blum had initiated a coup d’état on herself and was planning to resign — under pressure — 18 months before her second and final term of office expired. Read story.
Don’t Pet the Burning Dog
Until it starts raining lightning bolts a few days from now, perhaps we can enjoy the brief respite afforded by our partially clear blue skies. Read story.
Let the Dog Days Begin
Sometimes, it’s what doesn’t happen that counts most. Read story.
Pride Goeth Before the Dog
When it comes to golf, I don’t know a birdie from a bogey. It ain’t my game. Read story.
Whatever, Dog
This week, the rest of the nation finally caught up with Santa Barbara. I’m referring to the average price for a gallon of gas finally topping the $4 mark. Read story.
Iron Dog vs. Iron Giant
Given the events of this week, Selmer Wake would have had a lot to celebrate.
CALLING SAM WAKE: I don’t know that Selmer Wake was a drinking man. But if he were, I’m guessing right now he’d be popping a few corks from six feet under. Given the events of this week, Wake would have had a lot to celebrate. But Wake died on May 28 at age 93, so whatever celebrating he might have done will have to take place on the other side. Read story.
With Dog at My Side
One of the simple pleasures of my life is cresting the steep round belly of the Micheltorena Street bridge early in the morning. Read story.
Whispering Dogs Don’t Bark
Santa Barbarans celebrated this year’s Bike to Work Week with a good, old-fashioned shootout between the petro-powered posse and the people-powered transit set. Read story.
Biting Dogs Don’t Bark
The Angry Poodle
With all the hubbub about the presidential primaries — the half-life of which has already exceeded that of plutonium — a lot of serious regional politics have gotten lost in the shuffle. Read story.
In the Valley of the Dogs
The Angry Poodle grills up the lawsuit that the Santa Barbara News-Press filed against The Indy, which was settled this week. Read story.
No Dogs Need Apply
I’ll be sending a get-well card to members of the Carpinteria School Board. What else can you do for people who choose to pick fights with tornadoes? Read story.
It’s a Dog’s World After All
The Angry Poodle sniffs around Santa Barbara's environmental community in search of life. Read story.
Before the Dog Knows You’re Dead
Poor Barack Obama. Just as it appeared he was starting to shed the “elitist” jacket, John Cleese had to go deliver the kiss of death. Read story.
Thou Shalt Have No False Dogs Before Me
The Angry Poodle wonders, "What happens when Santa Barbara's bicyclers try to take back the streets?" The police consider them anarchy-loving terrorists, and take 'em down. Read story.
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