For Snickers!

For those of you who know my friend Snickers, she is feeling quite poorly right now. You can read about it at her blog or at my bud Gus's blog. Jake and Fergi have organized a moment to send her good pup vibes.

We are practicing our moment of contemplative silence. (And trust me, this is something the sheppys need practice in):

And then ROACH for Ms. Snickers!




Three sets of paws crossed for you here Ms. Snickers!

One for the Sheps!

We are the PEPPYSHEPPYS blogging as ONE because here is a NEWS STORY about a PEPPY SHEPPY (really a Belgian Malinois). His name is DIABLO and he is a police dog. He is in the hospital because he got shot by a jerkazoid while he (Diablo) was working. He looks like OBST if OBST was a black and tan. And could do work HAHAHAHA (Shouldn't have let me type OBST. -ETHEL JEAN, MEAN QUEEN).

Get better, Diablo!

And this is a good excuse to post pictures of peppy sheppys!

Someone needs to rake our lawn!

And clean up the trash HAHAHAHAHAHAHA (--ETHEL JEAN).

Also here is Wally waking up after we put him in a scarf GranNE sent. He looks like a Russian peasant. HAHAHAHAHAHA.


-OBST and ETHEL JEAN (former secretary in chief of the PEPPY SHEPPYS)

SPCA Saturday (Much overdue edition)

Well Hello There! It's time for Jughead's SPCA Saturday! For TWO WEEKS worth of Saturdays it rained SO HARD that it was hard to get pictures but it was a Sunny Day Saturday so there are Jughead Pho-tos Galore!


And GUESS WHAT!?? BEAST T. BEEFCAKE GOT ADOPTED! I am sorry for shouting because I am a well-behaved gent but this is the BEST NEWS EVAH! He was at the SPCA for over a year but he found his own home. Way to go Beefcake! Unfortch, this lady, Ruby Pitlet is back. But we're glad to have such a loverly lady back. (Humina humina!)


And right now the SPCA runneth over with puppers! Here's a mama:


ANd her pile of babies! (They're up for adoption!)

They come with free irresistible adorableness:

And then there are these lil' plumpers that are still hangin' at the SPCA.

And, awesomely, when they grow up they will look like this!



And now older fellers. This is a dog that is shaved like a lion so let's call him Leo.

And this is an older lady named Diamond who knows how to sit and shake hands.

And Kane who is full of energy and ears that sometimes stand up, sometimes lie down. He's like two dogs in one!

And this handsome feller is Herbie who is a 5-6 month old pittie baby who looks like Wally's friend Rulon Mooch!

And Monica Lee, one ear up, one ear down!

And here's Jackson and Red and White guy!



And this is my bud Rhino who lives in the run next to me! He's a jughead like me who came in with the chunky pups and with several other big-headed pit boos, all with their ears chopped off. He was trying to steal my lady by sitting in her lap and smooching on her. He's quite the Lothario! Since he's part of a cruelty case he can't be adopterated either but he'll make someone an AWESOME dog! He just grins and kisses and plays lap dog.

OK, see you next week!
Jughead--OUT!

We win!

Guess what?

Huskers win! We beat the Okrahoma Sooners! I watched intensely from my Husker Blanket Cave which I'm sure helped the team immensely.


And now it is time for snacks!

The Sporgador triumphs! (And, Mango, I didn't even have to take a bath to do it!)

Scenes from a Series

I have been away from my blog, sad over the loss by the WORLD CHAMPION PHILLIES to THE TEAM THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED. This is what it was like to watch the game on Wednesday night.

Writhing in pain. Stop it, Matsui!

NO I CAN'T WATCH! (That's just cuz I'm blinded by the white hot glare of A-Rod's Ego).


And then, the sad sets in.


I'm going to have to send something to my friend Joe Stains who is still a stand up fellow in spite of being a fan of THOSE GUYS. I taunted him so I have to send him a present from my city. A bucket of Wudder Ice? Some cream cheese? Rocky flop sweat?


Maybe some glasses because he seems to have some problems seeing.

Joe, I can find it in my heart to feel happy for you because I like you almost as much as Derek Jeter loves himself.

And now back to Husker football!

The writing begins again.

City of Brudderly Love

This is a proud day for those of us from (or in proximity to) THE CITY OF BRUDDERLY LOVE! See these loverly brudders?



We're stoked because WE WIN! No, not the World Series. YET! We won something FAR more prestigious! Watch and see!

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Wall-O-Ween!

Yesterday was one of the greaterest holidays--Wall-O-Ween! Dedicated to being scary and begging for snacks. That's like a regular day for me. Here are some things that happened at my house.

My GranNE sent us a punkin carving pattern for a Jack Bo Lantern. That's Bo Pelini, coach of the Huskers!


And our yard was totally spooky. It scared some little kids, in fact. And that was before me n' my sibs shouted at them!

And then a mob ran through our neighborhood with pitchforks and torches. Um, I don't know.

And then my ma ape went to the SPCA and OMD LOOK AT THESE SCARY THINGS!!??!?!


And my ma ape had an inflatable black cat. Really? Am I supposed to be scared of this thing? Who would be stupid enough for that?

Oh right.

And then? Mmmm. Candy. Not for dogs. We had bones!

And then my ape turned into a zombie.


So I ate her brains before she could eat mine.

And then it got REALLY scary when the World Series started and the Yankees won! NNOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Oh the humanity!

Help us out, Vice President! Unless that is Zombie Joe Biden! Oh no! (Zombie Joe Biden, please eat A Rod)

Help me, please!

Oh no. Someone please help. You see I am so sapped of strength that all I can do is nap in a series of adorable poses.


I can barely keep my eyes open.

Here is why. LOOK AT MY WEIGHT!!!!


My ma ape says that this is a Type O but I see nothing about my blood type, only a weight that is DANGEROUSLY LOW and OBVIOUSLY ACCURATE. I will take all donations in food form. (Meats preferred but not necessary.) And I will take offers from Angelina Jolie to adopt me. I hear she feeds her kids junk food.

With the Greatest of Eeeeees

Do you see how worried I am? Yes, I am a worried boy. And why?

Well, I have to say I'm worried about my friend Joe. You see him here.

You see, Joe is a Yankeeeees fan. And he is about to be CRUSHED with the Phileeeeees blast them into Smithereens in the WORLD SERIES. Poor Joe. Don't worry, it will be ok.

And here I am deep in thought. What kind of snacks will I make Joe send me when the Yankeeeees lose? Bagels and lox? Kosher hot dogs? Knishes? Cheesecake? Pierogies? Thin crust pizza? Or since he is in Arizona--CARNE ASADA!


P.S. Dear Phillies. I really want Carne Asada so please don't make me eat crow.

Phil-Ease!

We're grinnin' because the Phillies are going back to the WORLD SERIES! It was so much fun to win last year--let's do it AGAIN! Like this:


That is how we J-Roll!

More Wall-O-Ween!!!

My first costume is so horrifying, so terrible, that hair has been known to turn white in this beast's presence, women faint from disgust and terror, and small children run screaming in fear so you have been warned:



Oh yes, I am dressed as The Bloviator, at his most charming in this clip:



OK, I am scaring myself a little bit so maybe I'd better try some others. Here I am Corgador Attacked by WeirdWolf:

And here, via the trickeration of photography (or, rather, my ma ape's general incompetence): GHOST DOGS!!!! Oooooooh!

Ghost Dog is also the name of a Jim Jarmusch film and I'm pretty sure that Forest Whitaker (below) will play me in the movie of my life.


OK, now is not the time to cast my biopic, I have a Wall-O-Ween to prepare for. More photos coming soon. If you have any costume ideas let me know.

The Sporgador!!

Behold the sporgador!



Sophie La Brador has christened me with a new name: THE SPORGADOR! She recognizes my incredible fandom that has lifted the Phillies (almost) to the World Series, in addition to my considerably less successful fandom for the Seahawks and Cornhuskers that, um, may help them break even this season. She also knows that I should be the mascot of the SASKATCHEWAN ROUGHRIDERS! And why? Because I look damn fine in green (yes, that is one Roughriders bananadana, courtesy of Sophie's ape):



And you should know that my sportgadorness is not limited to watching sports, I am also a participant. Here I am rassling BooDog Stuffy. He roots for the Dodgers.


But being the sporgador is not all fun and games. It is hard work. My GranNE sent me this video the other day to celebrate my hard workin' self. She said it was for Narra but I know she was thinking of me.



And I do work hard. Here's a story that my friend Sam's mom posted "Walking with shelter dogs better than friends for seniors" which is about my job as a personal trainer:

Seniors benefit more from regular walking sessions with shelter dogs than from scheduled walks with friends or a spouse. That's the finding from a study to be reported at the annual conference of the International Society for Anthrozoology that begins today in Kansas City.

I train my senior ma ape on the regular. Look at me motorin'!


To conclude the sport report with the sporgador, here I am letting the opposing team know how I feel about them:

Now let's go get us some hot dogs!

SPCA Saturday (Sort of)

This Saturday it was TOO DAMP to take the dogs out to play or they would have enmuddied themselves so my ma ape just visited the dogs and looked at some of her favorites. She was very happy that LIZZIE TIZZY, ETHEL IMPERSONATOR got adopterated while she was there! Go Liz! And then there was...

JUGHEAD. He's not peeing in this photo, he just sits like a frog.

And the BABIES!

All of the other pups are 9 pounds. This guy is 12. I suspect he ate one of his siblings. He is a chub tub and, naturally, my ma ape's fave.

They all make funny faces when you pick them up.

Confused little beasties.
And even though it was raining Ty, SPCA Mascot, wanted to go skateboarding.



It was so damp it was more a combination of skating and surfing.


Now I am going to wish for the rain to GO AWAY.

Ain't No Sunshine

It has been raining for a million days straight.

And the Cornhuskers lost to Texas Tech.

This corgador needs some cheering up.

I'm going to beg for snacks and listen to some good tunes. This is a song for my friend Narra who got her first title in herding last week.

Red October!!!!

You might not even know but it is RED OCTOBER! It is named that because the Phillies are playing postseason baseball and are going to be WORLD CHAMPIONS just like they were last year!! Here is their PAWESOME song!



And then you get to play DOG PILE!

We've been making piles of dogs for practice.



I hope the Phillies play the Yankees in the World Series and then I will have Khyra and Joe Stains over to watch baseball together like a pair of grumpy old men and a hot chick and we will drink beer and belch and shout at the teevee.

And there is MORE RED for OCTOBER! HUSKER FOOTBALL! (Note: my sleepyface in this photo should not be taken for disinterest but for disgust that they did not start the game until 9 p.m., well past my bedtime.


Last Thursday was like the BIGGEST GAME of the year with Nebraska v. Missouri and who do you think won??!!!???



HAROOOOOO! And this is Nebraska's greaterest player, Ndamukong Suh. (His name is Suh. How do you do?)

He and I are both rare specimens of athletic prowess and I suspect that we might be long-lost brudders:


Oh my gosh I feel so sporty.

Mayhem and Foolishness

Do you see me here with the power cord around my leg?

I'm try to get The Apple out so my ma ape will help me blog! I have yet to post pictures of our zombie themed Halloween display. Or talk about the Phighting Phillies and Red October. But don't you think I have not been busy. I am a PhD (Dog of Philosophy) and I put my education to good use.

Like teaching my brudder.

About the art of the raspberry. (Though here he looks more like he's been hitting the ole hash pipe.)


And now I would like to teach you a Very Important Message. Do you see us all playing on the Big Puff Ball Bed? It is great fun.


The quality of the photos is poor because the puperazzi were watching from across the room as all three of us were rumbling on the bed. And I tried to get on top of my brudder and hump him.


It was great fun until seconds after this photo...I feel backwards down those stairs!

Call 9-1-1! He's belly up!

Just kidding. I was fine. I just slid backwards, protected by my amply padded rear end. Now, let this be a lesson to us all.

Fashionable diets and jutting bones will not protect you when you fall down the stairs while trying to hump your brother on the big bed. So eat all the ice cream you can to cushion your falls. Safety first.