Happy Easter
Mar 22, 2008 at 11:56 AM There I was, feeling small, as usual. The Blond One left me with The Tall One and I tried to tell her, “Nooooo! The Tall One always dresses me up!! Don’t leave me!” All that I heard come out of my yapper were brain-piercing yaps. Ugh. Hate that small dog stereotype. The Tall One was in 5th grade. I only know this by the model of Mesopatania she was concocting and that i did not want to be part of. The Blond One’s car is backing out and The Tall One already has ripped apart the house to set the stage for torture. At first I was psyched thinking the green item was the same Poodle Ring Toss my buddies have. But nooooo. How she got the stuffed things to stare so arrogantly into the camera is still beyond me. If I could poo on command (my own) I surely would have left a nice gift on the 3rd cloud from the right. No self-respecting Poodle should be in this predicament.
Reader Comments (16)
Winkle looks so cute! Happy Easter everyone.
Happy Easter. I am home and thankful to be here. Key West is far too tiny and too crowded for me. I need wide open spaces. Maybe I have turned Texan? I hope everyone is well and things stay calm here on this Easter weekend. Kiss that good sport Winkle for me and give his belly a rub for luck.
Love,
you are too funny, and how on earth did you get him to sit still in a ball and pose for this? then again, this is the dog that used to tell me when my time was up ... bery smaht dog!
Happy Easter everyone!
Chris, sorry I have not had a chance to respond yet to your email, but it all sounds good. I will respond probably tonight. Things have been a little crazy here.
I hope everyone has a peaceful, happy holiday.
So I'm sitting here with my paws resting comfortably on the coffee table, eating a freshly dipped PEEP (I try to stay away from the chocolate bunnies--seems autophagic to me). Last night was a busy one, and I had to be really careful hopping around Iraq and Afghanistan--and trying not to hop on any I.E.D.s as I dropped off baskets for the military folks.
But I'm looking forward to next week when Santa and I are taking our annual trip to Cancun with the Misses', although I think Santa likes it a little more than Petunia and I do. My fur gets all sandy and my paws don't hop together well after 1 or 2 daiquiris. But that Santa, man...he sure can throw them back. Of course, he can just take the sleigh back to the hotel....
lol PCT. Have fun on vacation. Me and the ex-mister went to Cancun about 20 years ago. If you see him, say hello to Iggy the 3 foot long iguana that sunned on the patio outside of our room.
This photo just makes me smile everytime I look at it.
Good dog.
LOL
Poor thing
Lucy tell the gang about my visit to Target with Nancy on Saturday, go ahead show them too there are angels we know though the come in different forms and the day before Easter made it even more special to me.
I am not sure if this happens to everyone, but when I try to go to Lucy's site and get the home page, Torri's hand flashes and waves and with each flash, the page resets to the top so this prevents me being able to scroll down and click on "blog." I have had to use the "history" list to get beyond the home page. Is it just my computer?
Sue is back!! yay. And Shirley popped in! yay. Christine stopped by. yay. Pam said Happy Easter! yay Chris is here! yay JohnA my pal my buddie! yay Peter C. Tail... is he fur-bearing... hmm. oh well. yay. Visitor 126 I see her wave at me all the time. yay. The Blond One just cut my funny thumbnails that are halfway up my front legs. I hid under one of the purple couches but she nabbed me. yay. I am optimistic that Peter C. Tail will get shitfaced enough so I can finally flush one out of the low lying bushes and have a tasty treat!
You shhtaya-way frmmeye peepsh you nohhgoodgreennearedbunnyywannnabee!
And tell yorr blonndiebimbo ssherrvant to shhtopp clipppinng yooo til yoo lukk nekked. Yooo lukk baldand yooo coo'ntcatsch bunnieesh wiff no clawzshz yooo shqueaky baby girl!
How's your head today PCT?
Aww poor Winkle-man. So totally adorable, but you can tell that he has his own idea of where he would like to put those bunny ears.
:)
Hey Perry, Molly wants a date. She finds men that are so sure of their manhood that they are not afraid to wear bunny ears, rather enchanting.