"A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same."
~~ Elbert Hunnard
(flowers from Dory)
http://dorysbackyard.blogspot.com/
"Hey Mona? I'm scared!! What if Mommy doesn't love me anymore."
My poor brother is so upset about what happened this morning. I keep trying to tell him it was an accident. Mommy didn't even holler at him or nothing. I got splattered all over my right side but I jumped off Mommy's lap and ran outside. Poor Mommy wasn't as lucky. She got it all the way down her gown and Weenie was a mess and stunk to high heaven, not that it bothered me much. Smelled kinda tasty, I say. Thank goodness, there was a cover on the recliner and all Mommy had to do was throw it and her gown in the washing machine. So Mommy and Weenie went right into the shower, like last time.
Balloon doggies with our names on them.
There was a teenage girl at Denny's making balloon animals for children but no kids were there. So Mommy, being Mommy, started talking with the girl, her name was Kelsey. She told Mommy her Mom, Brenda, had a chiweenie at home and of course Mommy had to pull out the flashy beast and show our pictures off.
So here we are poising with our balloons. I don't look to happy, do I? Mommy forgot I don't like balloons but since I rolled in poop last night I didn't say nothing.
We tried to kill them but Mommy said she's gonna take them to work for safekeeping.
We was gonna show you guys these pictures earlier this week but blogger was mean and Mommy says who know how long it's gonna last so we are gonna slip these in too.
As most of you know, I have trying to teach Weenie how to roach and there are lots of places to roach inside the house and not just in poop in the backyard. But enough about that.
Now before you start a good roach, you gotta take a friend with you. So I took my Easter rabbit carcass to the bed with me. Roaching in bed is one of my most favorite places to roach, besides in poop, of course.
Then you need your pupil to take a sit and pay close attention.
Then you precede
to
roach,
and roach,
and roach some more.....
then you collapse with your trusty carcass at your side.
"Wow, Sissy, wonder if I'll ever get that good."
UPDATE TIME
Yesterday Mommy got a picture of Pretzel laying under a blankie, fast asleep, at his foster home in Georgia but for some reason it wouldn't load today so we'll try
another time. Mommy says beggars can't be choosers, whatever that means. But here is one Aunt Judy just sent Mommy she got today. I'm telling you, the boy likes to sleep.
Here are some of the latest pictures of Baby Happy and the e-mail that came with them:
On Thu, May 12, 2011 at 8:46 PM, Tim Moss wrote:
As you can see, Happy is a VERY cuddly boy! Also, in true dachshund style, found a pillow right away and made himself at home. He has a long way to go, but I hope you can share some of these on face book and on the DRoH site. Tim
To see all the lasted pictures of Happy please go to the DROH website @
http://dachshundrescueofhouston.org/
you can also make donations to help in his care if you'd like.
Yep!! Baby Happy is in a foster home with his new foster Dad Tim.
That's all folks!!
xxooxx & {{{huggies}}}....Mona & Weenie
PS..........come back tomorrow & hear about Mona & ther tomatoe.
15 comments:
Whats up wit all da trowin up goin' on at your house? BOL Dat story still has me rollin' on da floor! BOL
Pretzel is lookin' good, but Happy looks like a different dog. He looks great considering all he's been through. Yippee!!!
I love those balloon doggies, very cool!
Pretzel is a very handsome little guy.
Hey, Weenie. I puked and pooped on the kitchen rug yesterday right in front of mom and I got extra special attention and tons of hugs and kisses. Pretty good deal, huh?! I hope the same thing happened to you!
Love ya lots
Maggie
Mona and Weenie, you look so cute with your balloons.
I'm so glad Pretzel and Happy have such fantastic foster homes!
Love, Cupcake
Hey Mona!
Wow, that's a lot of pukie going on. I hope everyone is all cleaned up and feeling better. Great balloon critters!
Grr and Woof,
Sarge, COP
Sorry about the poop and puke and BAFFS.. butt.. LOOK.. you got Balloons!!! THAT is grrreat.
Hey.. I see you had a pic of Dory and that reminds me.. she and Bilbo and Jacob have not posted in MONTHS... AND MONTHS.. I miss them.
We LOVE the convo at the beginning! Of course your Mommy wouldn't get rid of you just for puking. One time, Milly had diarrhea in the bed in her sleep and Mom rolled over into it. It was soooooo GROSS! Mom screamed in shock and got Dad to get Milly and rinse her off while Mom got cleaned up and changed the sheets... but Milly is still here and still loved. That's the thing about pawrents- they love you no matter what!!
~Milly and Shelby
Hi Weenie and Mona! Your mommy has a lot of patience!! Thanks for the lessons in roaching! Pretzle and Happy are sweethearts.
Licks,
Ruthie
For some reason we had a time getting this to load today and don't think all the photos came with it. Unless you intentionally left a lot of blank space between the throwing up conversation?
Hope you are feeling better and won't do that again. It doesn't sound like any fun for your mom.
Hope you're all having a good weekend.
Oh, I want to thank you for the offer to come stay with you until Jan forgives me. I might need to take you up on that.
Your friend,
Buddy
I sure hope Mr. Weenie man is done with the sickies (And I know Momma is too!)
Mom says she would love to come see you guys, but has to help Cousin Katie move next weekend. Dang it.
But I still think we should get together some time, don;t you?
Sugars,
Mack
we send our deepest condolences on the baths' we tend to stay away from anyfing that has to do wiff the waters tee hee hee
pibble sugars
the pittie pack
I hate when I hurl!!! I hope Weenie is feeling better! The washing machine thingy is the best thing ever!!!!
Woof
Velcro
Hi Mona, I would love to get together with you!! What time/day would be good for you?
Licks,
Ruthie
OH Hi, do you remember us? I'm the one that has peppermint patty. She is awesome!
Hope to see Mona and Weenie one day... we need to meet up.
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