
My dog hates Angelina Jolie… or at least Lara Croft as played by Angelina Jolie. I'm not sure which…
I have two dogs, Tumblin' Tina — an aging Cocker Spaniel (at left), and Cassiopeia — a young Chow/German Shepherd mix (at right). Tina apparently has no problem with Angelina Jolie, but Cassie can't stand her.
How do I know this? Well that requires a little backstory, of course.
A long time ago when I worked for Xenergy with James, he came into the office one day with a life-sized cutout of Mr. Spock. Spock was pretty popular and after James left the company, he left Spock in my care.
And Spock remained in my care for many years, moving from office to office, from job to job. So what has this got to do with my dog and Ms. Jolie? I'm getting to that.
About 2 months ago I decided to get a companion for Mr. Spock… somebody who could keep him company. Somebody who would listen to his troubles and offer sage advice. Someone he could play three-dimensional chess with. Sombody, frankly, a lot more fun to look at than Leonard Nimoy. No offense Leonard!
Enter Lara. I picked up a life-sized cardboard cutout of Ms. Jolie as Lara Croft at Strawberries Records and Tapes one evening with the intention of bringing it to work the next day. It was Lara from the second Tomb Raider movie dressed in a silver wetsuit.
Once I got it home I set it up so my wife could see what it looked like. My friend Matt had come over and we went into the other room to chat and hang out. Moments later there was a loud ruckus in the kitchen and we went to see what it was.
Cassie had found the cutout and was barking at it for all she was worth, apparently thinking it a weird 2-dimensional home invader. She crouched before it, howling and barking, with her hackles sticking up… daring Angelina to draw that harpoon gun and see what happens.
Naturally I did what any grown man would do. I picked up the cutout and chased Cassie around the house with it, culminating with the dog in the living room going berserk every time Lara “peeked around the corner”. Even Tina, who generally enjoyed the Tomb Raider movies beyond a few complaints about the plot, began to bark at the cut-out halfheartedly. This I can only attribute to peer pressure… Tina didn't seem to know what all the fuss was about but figured Cassie must have some reason for flipping out.
The obvious reason is of course, dogs are friggin stupid. Tina has been know to try and scratch out a cool spot to lay on in the hard plastic floor of her cage. Cassie will occasionally dig in her waterbowl, desperately trying to make a hole in the liquid. Eventually she gets pissed that it doesn't work, picks up the bowl in her jaws and drops it, spilling the contents everywhere. Dumbass.

I am happy to say that Lara is now safely ensconced in my office, where she is even more popular than Spock. If that is a source of tension or embarrassment for my half-Vulcan friend, he hasn't said so.
Meanwhile Cassie appears to be none the worse for wear and appears to have no memory of the event… or indeed any events. But we are monitoring her TV viewing… just in case. 