Not A Creature Was Stirring

Wurdless Wednesday – Merry Mischief

We interrupt Wurdless Wednesday fer a speshull presentashun, brought to yoo by the elf dawgs!

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Kookie Konundrum

On Saturday, Mummy bringed home a plate of kookies frum our nice neybor, Lori.  They were sum deelishus peenut butter kookies and sum pumkin kookies wif yummy creem cheese frosting, or so I am tolled.

Mummy put the kookies on the kichen counter and went upstares fer jest a minute.  When she came back, the plate and foil were on the kichen floor and all of the kookies were gone!

Jest a plate and sum foil, no kookies

Naturally, Mummy blamed me fer steeling the kookies.  Oh, the outradge!  Oh, the injustiss!

In order to klear my gud name, I put my sniffer to werk and investigated the scene of the krime.

Wut's this?

There wuz crumbs.

No self respecting dawg wood steel kookies and leeve crumbs as evidunce, so I followed the trail of crumbs to the kabinet next to Mummy’s dish washing masheen.

Sumthang smells funny

Yoo will not beleeve wut wuz hiding inside Mummy’s kabinet….

Elf dawgs!

Sum elf dawgs wut look like me and sum of my online dawg frends!

Unfortchewnately, my Mummy could not see the elf dawgs, so I wuz still in big puppy dawg trubble becuz Mummy thinked that I eated all of the kookies.

The elf dawgs sed they wood put in a gud word with Santy Paws in kase Mummy getted me coal fer Chrismas this yeer

Mummy’s Helper

I follow my Mummy around our howse like a shadow, especially when yummy treets are involved.

On the day called Thanksgiving, there wuz sum especially delishus treets at our howse, so I wuz an especially gud helper.

Okay, Mummy. Wut shud I do furst?

Furst, I helped Mummy with the big turkey.

It wuz a reely big turkey.

Now, I have herd that a raw diet is reely gud fer dawgs, so I offered to save Mummy sum werk and eat the big turkey raw.

Are yoo reely gonna cook that?

While the big turkey wuz hiding in the oven, I helped Mummy make sum snacks.

Are yoo using all of those crackers?

After a reely long time, the turkey wuz reedy to come owt of the oven.  I stood guard in kase he tried to escape.

Mr. Turkey did not dare make a move.

I waited pashuntly wile the peeple eeted their foodies.

Meybee not so pashuntly.

Then sumthang reel eggciting happened!  Mummy loaded up my bowl with peeple food!  She gived me sum turkey, stuffin, mashed potatoes, gravy, littel green balls wut look like kabbage and sum cranberries!

Then I waited fer permishun to eet.

I waited....

and waited....

and waited.

Then Mummy sed that majik word… okay!

I wuz reddy!

Nom! Nom! Nom!

Being a gud helper shore does pay off!

Wurdless Wednesday – Dawgs’ Eye View

Wurdless Wednesday

Eye-screem! Yoo-screem!

Eye-screem!

Yoo screem!

We all screem fer eye-fons?

Well, I mite hav menshuned too yoo wonce or twice that my Mummy is eskared of technologee.  So, wen my Daddy bringed Mummy a prezent wut was an eye-fon, Mummy’s wuz not too eggcited abowt it.  She sed  “um….er…..that’z reely nice”.  Wen Mummy thanked that my Daddy wuz not lookin,  she hided the noo eye-fon in her purse.  Nobuddy wood ever find it in there!

The fon wut my Daddy bringed home fer my Mummy iz pink and purple and gurly, but I guess that iz ok on akownt of the fakt that Mummy iz a gurl.

Mummy's noo eye-fon

 

Wen Mummy decided that the eye-fon wuz not so skary after all, she bringed it owt of her purse.  Then she putted wun of her faverite pitchers of me and Zeus on the wall papers.

 

Me and Zeusy dawg.

 

Now, I doez not understand why peeple wud want a fon fer their eyez.  Don’t yoo thank that wud hurt?  Wut Daddy shood hav bringed Mummy iz sum eye-screem.  At leest she wood hav letted me lick her bowl.

Yoo will give me sum eye-screem!

Yummm!

 

Wurdless Wednesday – At last!

Happy Howl-O-Ween!

Ghosts and Goblins! Spooky!

These are the pumkins wut my Daddy karved us fer Howl-O-Ween.  As yoo see, Daddy is a master pumkin karver.

 

My Bad Puppy Dawg Day

Well, on the day called Munday I had a bad puppy dawg day.  I wuz so traumatized that I could not bring myself to tell yoo abowt it until now.   First, my Mummy took me fer a ride in the kar.  Yoo mite be thanking, “Hey, Luda, wut’z so bad abowt goin fer a ride in the kar?”  Well, I will tell yoo.  Mummy did not take me ennyware that is fun fer dawgs.  She taked me to the v-e-t.

Mummy sez that I hav been way too itchy fer way too long, and that I am making baldie spotz and owwies on myself.  She also sez that my itchies are driving her crazy!  Mummy has tried everythang she can think of to git rid of my itchies.  She getted me sum speshull supplimints, speshull foodies, these littel pink pills called Benny Drills, itchy spray and speshull shampoo.  Nuthing werked.

Now, I thank that my itchies are not so bad, as yoo will see frum this photographik evidunce.

No baldie spots or owwies here!

Then too add insult to injoory, wen Mummy bringed me home frum the v-e-t, she gived me a bath with sum new speshull shampoo wut makes me smel like froot.  Everybuddy knows that boy dawgs are not supposed to smell like froot!

Not happy abowt my bath

Will yoo let me owt of here alreddy?

After my bath, I gived my Mummy the cold shoulder.

Not talking too yoo, Mummy