Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 


it's a shady blog! the small, white, fuzzy shi-tzu has commandeered her master's account and is posting her memoirs of her first international vacation. today: master's blog. tomorrow: the world! (but first, i crave mushrooms!)

the first thing i learned about being an international puppy: you spend a lot of time waiting for the car to stop moving. therefore, sleep is good. especially when it's on master's coat. i've never been on a car trip this long before, so whenever they let me out for a break, i got so excited i forgot to pee.

i also has ninja stealth skills. going past the u.s. border? they didn't even notice me, even when i was sitting on my master's lap and staring out at the other cars. going back into canada? i was sprawled out in the back. they never even asked about me. i rule! now all i need to do is learn the jedi mind trick and then i'll get snausage treats every hour on the hour.

the united states? it has a lot of yippy puppies in it. mel's family loved me (as usual, and as rightly they should) and snuggled me and rubbed my tummy. but the small, black, fuzzy schnoodle of theirs has way too much energy. he's always running around. and jumping at me, wanting to play. and pulling on my ears. and humping master.

sammy does that.

a lot. and only to master.

i think mel's family has a gay schnoodle.

but i can't exactly complain, since whenever sammy humps master, it means he's not annoying me. why couldn't he have been a cat? i like kitties. my best friend and super-best playmate is a kitty.

and now i want snausages. i must practice on master.

"you want to give the puppy snausage treats..."

Labels: attack of the shady blog

posted by Phillip at 9:01 PM

 

Good morning...or afternoon or evening or night or 3pm tea-time, depending on. It's been a surprisingly balmy time down here in Connecticut, which leads me to believe that once we arrive back home all snow-laiden hell will break loose. (As a sidenote: contrary to popular belief, it does freeze in hell, much like Dante's version. But instead of eating history's most notorious traitors, the devil just chases random people around with a souped-up zamboni machine.)

There are many, many glorious things I could talk about. The love of family. Shady impressing everyone with her "pretend I'm as limp as a ragdoll so you can love me & rub my tummy" antics. Also Shady showing off her ninja stealth skills by being in plain open sight of the US border guard...and the guard apparently not even noticing her or commenting/asking for her vaccination papers, since he waved us through 30 seconds after we pulled up to his station.

But wait, there's more. Unexpected bookstore sales. Mel's sister hardlining most of the entire first season of Veronica Mars (along with the rest of us, since there's really only 1 TV in the house, not that I'm complaining).

But if I were to talk about anything that you readers would find truly interesting (read: amusing since it involves my abject humiliation), it would probably have to be Sammy the gay Wonder Schnoodle. And by gay, I mean "gay only for me, apparently" since I'm the only person, period, that he feels inclined to...er, assert dominance over. Which wouldn't necessarily be such a problem if he didn't try humping every single limb I have...or my hips...or my torso...basically, I'm terrified to go onto the carpet for fear of what part of my body will be asserted upon next.

He is a very sweet schnoodle--rather energetic, and with a peculiar little grey goatee on his otherwise entirely black fuzzy body. He also has two modes of transporting himself: prancing fabulously, and quite literally bouncing like Pepe le Pew in pursuit of a hapless lady-cat. (Shady is still attempting to adjust to him, and so long as he doesn't pounce on her in an attempt to get her to play, she likes him just fine.)

But still, so far every dog in Mel's family that I've encountered has tried to assert their dominance on me. What the hell am I, an uke?!

Wait...don't answer that.

Labels: Connecticut 08, we heart Sammy the Gay Wonder Schnoodle

posted by Phillip at 7:39 AM