What on earth does Sarge need all this surveillance equipment for?
I'm so lucky to have so many furiends!
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Monday, March 9, 2015
Out to Lunch
Murphy is VERY concerned that Stanley and Taffy
are hours late returning from lunch.
They return to the office and Taffy is unaware
she is leaving a trail of fresh hay behind her!
Ernie stops by Taffy's desk.
Uh oh!
Taffy doesn't have the judge's paperwork ready!
Ernie notices something strange about Taffy.
Murphy confronts Stanley about the extra long
lunch break he and Taffy took today.
The Blogville City Office has become like a Dallas remake!
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Overheard
Good morning, Blogville City Mayorz Office.
This is Taffy, how can I help you?
Taffy, this is Ernie. I know how great it is being in love and all but you need to be careful. Hiz Honor, Frankie Furter a.k.a. Tattle Tale Frankie overheard you and Stanley today.
What did he hear?
I'm not sure but he has been whispering and talking to himself all morning.
What did Frankie hear?
You have to visit his place to find out.
Friday, March 6, 2015
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Stanley and Taffy in the Supply Closet...ALONE!
Stanley finds Taffy in the supply room
of the Blogville City Office.
Taffy is hoping spring arrives soon!
(Be careful what you say, Stanley doesn't like it when Taffy is teased about her step ladder!)
Stanley is happy he found Taffy in the supply room alone.
Stanley and Taffy discuss their
top secret telephone call from yesterday.
It doesn't take much persuasion for Taffy to give in.
Unbeknownst to the 2 love birds,
the door to the supply room doesn't latch properly.
What is going on?
Check back Friday to find out!
Monday, March 2, 2015
Sunday, March 1, 2015
I Turned Seven!
Yesterday was my birth/gotcha day and I turned 7 years old! I hope Stanley still loves me since I am now considered to be a "Senior" dog. Because I came from a mill, I don't know when my actual birthday is so we celebrate my gotcha day as my birthday. Mom and Dad can't believe I've been home for 4 years already! They both say I am a different dog than the one who came to live here back then. I don't know what they mean by that but I guess it doesn't matter cuz I love them so much.
I spent my birthday acting like a princess.
I woke up hungry and requested my servants provide me with some treats.
Look what they brought me!
I don't know if you can tell but that Pup-Peroni says it is Turducken!
Feel free to give them a taste if you would like.
It was a very low key birthday but I'm ok with that. I got treats and love, what more could a seven year old wire haired doxie girl want?
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
I Don't Brush My Teefers Day
Yes, yes, I know, this is Brush Your Teefers Day but, I don't do that. I don't really like it and it hurts me. As most of you know, the first 3 years of my life were spent making puppies at one of those horrible places. During that time, I didn't have any dental care. So, before I got to go home with Mom and Dad, I had to have a couple of my teefers pulled.....my 2 front teefs actually. Then I had a whole bunch of teefers pulled the next year because they are just that bad. Momma and Daddy tried brushing my teefers but I fought really hard even with the flavored teeferspaste. Daddy said he thought the brushing was causing me pain so they stopped. But, being the great pawrents they are, they didn't want me to lose the rest of my non-pearly whites so I have some different ways of keeping my teefers clean.
I get some of this stuff every morning on my breakfast.
We get this from our vet and it is just sprinkled on my food. It only takes that tiny spoonful each day so the bottle lasts quite a while.
Then, before Mom and Dad leave for work, I get a Greenie every day.
I love my Greenies! They are so yummy!
Then, when they get home from work, I get a Dentastix.
Oh, yeah! These things are delish!
Mom and Dad also provide me with lots of bones to chew on, but most of them end up buried in the couch.
So, see, there are ways to help out your teefies without using the brush....just in case some of you are like me and don't like it.
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