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I make a horrible jedi, and Pickledog turns me to the darkside in seconds.

Welcome to the new blogy home of Pickledog, GoPickledoGo.com/blog!

The site is still in need of some fine tuning, but as you can see we’ve moved in all of our junk, and the new address is starting to feel like home. The classic version of Pickledog is still available, but all brand-new Pickledog-bloggin’ will happen exclusively here at GoPickledogGo.com/blog.

If you have links, or bookmarks to Pickledog you can upadate them to the new address: http://www.gopickledoggo.com/blog.

Hope everyone is having a super-summer!

Cheers,
Pickledog

I like to think that when it comes time for humans to be the visitors on alien planets we can all put aside the hurt feelings caused by years of probing, and be space buddies with the aliens. We’d be S.B.F’s (Space Buddies Forever) and wear lockets in the shape of alien hearts that break in two so each S.B.F. has a piece to remember their bestest friend from light years away.

I’d want Yoda to be my S.B.F. but if he got too teachy with me about the force then I’d say “Yoda.. you’re cut!” and replace him with my backup S.B.F. Chewbacca.

Who would your S.B.F. be?

Created in Illustrator, and Photoshop

When Pickledog and I were just young pups our stargazer friend Sam claimed that he was abducted by an alien one clear night. To Sam it felt like he had been missing for days, but time on earth had not moved more then a second. No one really believed Sam’s story until all the postcards from Nebular-X5 started to arrive. Then everyone teased Sam because he had a girlfriend.