Mini Puddles

Over the weekend, the doorbell rang and Momma went to answer the door. She opens the door and doesn't see anyone but there is a strange car out front.....

And as you can see, the driver had some issues with parking.

Mom starts to go out to see if the driver is ok and sees this......

She starts calling me and telling me one of my "little furiends" is here to play. And I'm thinking she has lost her mind. It was a bit chilly here this weekend and I had no desire to go out and play. But, being a good dogter, I headed toward the front door and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks!

"Mini Puddles? What are you doing here?"

"Well, you could act a little more happy to see us there, Twixie."

"US?"

"Yes, us. I stopped and picked up a furiend on my way over."

OMD!
 It's Mini Frankie Furter too!
So at this point I'm thinking this isn't gonna be so bad, right?

WRONG!
Notice how Mini Frankie Furter is leaning a bit there?
Well, guess who was driving the car.....
Yep! Mini Frankie Furter.
 It seems he and Mini Puddles stopped at every pub between here and Ohio and had a taste of the toilet water at each one......
 This is gonna be a looooooog weekend!

The very first thing Mini Puddles did was get in my sunnin chair!


"Uh, did you get your ear pierced?"
"Yep! Sure did! You like?"
"Not so much. What does ty mean?"
"Well, we took the long way here so we could visit more pub toilets and when we were in Texas saying Hi to Mona I decided to get my ear pierced. I wanted a dangling heart with tx in it for Texas. It seems the ear piercer doggy guy had a few too many drinks and... Well, you're a smart girl, you can figure the rest out.
Good thing I didn't let him pierce my navel or any other body parts starting with N, huh?"
"Ummmm.... I guess. You know Puddles is gonna knock you out when she sees that. She is gonna be so green with jellyness that she didn't do it first."
"I know, right? Hey, Twix, you got any beer around here?"
"Well....."
"Never mind, I'll get it myself."


"Hey, Mr. Red, White, & Blue!
 Get your bootie up here and help me with this thing!"


Next thing I know, the two of them are in the recycling bin.


"What are you two doing in there?"
"Well, I learned from Puddles that you can find interresting things digging around in the trash....you know like contact lenses."
"And you are in the recycling bin because....."
"Du-uh! Your trash can is dog proof.
Any more questions, Smarty Pants?"
"Geeze! You are more sarcastic than your namesake."
"I know, right?"

I went on about my very important business.....


I left those two alone for just a few minutes and come back to this!


I have no idea what was in those "cigarettes" but next thing I know Mini Puddles is trying to sneak up on my snack....


And then Mini Puddles got all paranoid about her hoarding problem and started hoarding my toys!


I lost Mini Frankie Furter for a few minutes and went looking for him, scared of what I might find.
As everyone knows, Frankie Furter hisself is very helpful. Apparently, that trait has carried over to Mini Frankie Furter too.
 I found him in the basement decorating the Christmas tree:

I guess all the beers finally got to them cuz I found them passed out like this:


Seriously!
Have you ever seen the real Frankie Furter let his ear furs get that messed up?

I went for a walk with my Dad and came back to Mini Puddles dancing on the coffee table!!!!!


I have now been grounded and my "furiends" have been banned from the house for the next 87 dog years!