Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Since I Lost My Blankie

Marcus:  ♪ ♫ Since I lost my blankie.  ♪ ♫  Since I lost my blankie.

Percy:  What are you wailing about now, Marcus?

Marcus:  I'm singing The Temptations' old song "Since I Lost My Blankie".

Cyndi:  I never heard of it.  Are you sure there is such a song?

Marcus:  Of course there is!

Percy:  So where did you lose your blankie?

Marcus:  Right here.  It used to be inside my crate but now it's outside.

Cyndi:  I hate to say this, but that's not a blankie, it's your bedding.

Marcus:  Okay.  ♪ ♫  Since I lost my bedding.  ♪  ♫  Since I lost -

Percy:  You have not lost your bedding either.  You pulled it outside your crate and wadded it up.  if you want it "found" again, just drag it back inside.

Cyndi:  Oh, and by the way, The Temptations never sang a song called "Since I Lost My Blankie".  It was "baby", "since I lost my baby"!

Marcus:  That's just plain silly!  How could they lose a baby?

Percy:  I don't know.  How did you lose your bedding while sleeping on it?  

Cyndi:  If you don't believe us, here it is.  Baby, since I lost my baby.

If the video doesn't play, click here

Friday, January 13, 2017

Baking Invisible Biscuits

Buddy:  You look a bit disgruntled, Rusty.  What's the problem?

Rusty:  Jan is the problem.  Her and that flashy box she keeps aiming at us.  We don't have any privacy any more.

Buddy:  You want me to break the camera?

Rusty:  Oh, no!  If you do, she will complain until we want to shove her out a window.  Preferably the one with the long drop to the ground. 

Buddy:  I'm not sure if you're sleeping or crying in this one.

Rusty:  I was making biscuits.  The bed is so soft and warm.

Buddy:  And in this one, are you trying to look humble?

Rusty:  Actually, the smell of those biscuits baking wafting through the house almost put me into a stupor.

Buddy:  But you don't actually make biscuits.  You just knead invisible dough.  So there's no baking aroma.

Rusty:  If I can create invisible biscuits, I can bake invisible biscuits, and their aroma is heavenly!

Buddy:  In that case, can I buy half a dozen for a snack?

Rusty:  Certainly.

Buddy:  Here's some cash.  Will this cover them?

Rusty:  I don't see anything.  Your cash must be invisible. 

Buddy:  I'm buying invisible biscuits.

Note:  Our internet was broken AGAIN all day yesterday! Our ISP needs to get its act together!

Jamison from The Adventures of Noodle crossed the bridge Monday after battling for his life for two weeks.  Christmas the dachshund is hosting Purrs for Jamison Day today.  It is a day to pay tribute to Jamison and honor his life.  Mayor Arty has been kind enough to set up a blog hop for everyone to link to on Friday, so please click here to join the hop!

We did not know Jamison well but we know he is missed by his family and friends, so we are posting his badge and links.
On December 28, 2016 Blogville lit a candle to honor Easy theWeimaraner, one of Blogville's beloved, and to remember all the others Blogville has lost.  It was too close to Sam's 1 year anniversary and we didn't post it.  But we do now - for Easy and for all.

We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Capital Hockeysticks

Cyndi:  Who is this dog?

Merci:  Do you remember when we dogs were attacked on a walk about three weeks ago?  (Rescued)

Cyndi:  Yes.  Was this one of the dogs?

Merci:  At the time Buddy and I were too terrified to remember anything, but the next day Marcus reminded us that this dog was often tied in the front yard when we walked on the other side of the street. And it had gotten to where it was so highly excited when it saw us, it would keep racing to the end of it's tether and leap into the air barking like crazy.  A day or two before, Jan commented that she hoped the dog would never get loose because we seemed to upset it.

Cyndi:  It's a funny looking dog.

Merci:  Yes, it is.  It's been moved to the back side of the yard.  There's a drop there and he can hear us but he can't see us unless he jumps.  So when we get about half a block away, he starts leaping into the air.  He looks so funny appearing and disappearing.  Jan had to take the pictures with the zoom and of course she can't see what she's taking a picture of, so out of three photos, we have 1 3/4 pictures of him.

Cyndi:  You three have too many adventures for me.  I'm happy to stay home.

Merci:  He seems a bit calmer back there.  Perhaps all that leaping exercise tires him out.  He has a family and the kids love him (or her), so we hope he and Marcus never come face to face again.  Jan sure hopes that.  She is old and as she has said, it hurts like "capital hockeysticks" to be yanked around like that.

Cyndi:  I think we would all be in agreement if I say what we're thankful for this week is that we're together, our tummies are full, we have heat, and our phone and internet are working.

Merci:  Unless they're broken again.  What?  I'm just saying.

We are joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

The Chicken Caper

Marcus:  I had nothing to do with this.  NOTHING!  I am totally innocent.

Taylor:  What didn't you do this time?

Marcus:  Jan set the package of chicken on the kitchen table and went to answer the phone.  When she came back, the package had holes in it, most noticeably a huge hole.

Taylor:  So why are you hollering your innocence?

Marcus:  Because I get blamed for everything around here and I didn't do this.

Taylor:  Of course you didn't.  We all know who did.

Marcus:  You mean Jan put those claw holes in there and ripped a hole in the package?

Taylor:  No.  Jan found the ripped package, then put it back down to go let you and Buddy outside.  When she came back, she found a piece of chicken missing.  You weren't even in the room at the time.

Marcus:  Then who did?

Taylor:  Micah.   You know he steals anything edible, hot or cold, cooked or raw.

Marcus:  So I'm not in trouble for this?

Taylor:  Of course not.

Marcus:  What a relief!   And I hope Jan doesn't think I stole the cookie off her plate while she was away from the computer.

Taylor:  Why would she think that?

Marcus:  Oh, I don't know.  Perhaps because -

Taylor:  Because you stole it!

Marcus:  Well, maybe.  But I didn't have anything to do with the chicken!