As loyal readers of this blog already know, I am a dog school dog. You may remember the column from a while back where I wrote about Ronnie the Rottweiler manager. I was enrolled in her dog school. We did not study Latin.
In 44 B.C. Little Caesar was stabbed by a bunch of jealous liberals and his good friend Brutus. Little Caesar's is not as good as Connie's or Paesano's, but it is OK if you are on the road and cannot find a KFC. Brutus said things like, "Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more." Also, "There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ..."
Brutus was pretty full of it, if you ask me. Little Caesar was supposed to beware the Ides of March. That is today, March 15. Three days after my birthday which you all are invited to celebrate by sending me a present. Anyway, someone called a Soothsayer told Little Caesar to Beware the Ides of March. He said it two or three times.
Also Little Caesar's wife did not want him to go to the Senate. She had a dream that he should stay home. They got into an argument, and she said, "When beggars die there are no comets seen. The heavens thenselves blaze forth the death of princes."
He had their fortune teller check to see if it was OK for him to go out, and the fortune teller said, "No chance," but he went anyway.
He was a dumb guy. Why should I care about him?
The boss is reading "The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire."
This is why she never gets invited to any good parties and why Barney is giving me the cold shoulder.
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