A Cracker Dog Crew

We have been lazy about posterating but we are inspired to post something NEW:  MANGOMINSTER 2012!  We have a COLLECTIVE entry for the CRACKER CRITTERS category.  If you read our blog you probably suspect the guilty party is EDGRR who constantly has his chompers out and is always shouting.  Or maybe Oscar Bean, Super Teen who is the screamiest sheppy in town.  NO!  We have a secret cracker dog in our house: OTIS T. POTUS.  You might thing: he is too old to be a crackerdog.  You would be wrong.  We submit for your pleasure a short video with evidence. While Otis may not have the speed, agilities, or jumping abilities of other cracker dogs, what he does have is dogged determination in the face of resistance. BEHOLD!



As you can see, Otis is the leader of a crackerdog crew, master of ignoring the ma ape, doing what he wants, and nommin' on what he pleases!

For an old man, Otis holds his own at SHARKFACE.

And he likes to get into bed and steal the pillows (and all the space.) Otis is entering this category to represent for the OLDS who can still be cracker dogs!

Losing a Friend

We have not blogged in a very long time except on our tumblr and we wish we were not brought back by sad news. We were sad yesterday to learn that our friend Sam has crossed the Bridge.  

Sam was one of our first blogging friends--she has her own tag on our bloggy!--and she was Wally's #1 girlfriend.  As you can see, they had a lot in common.

Plus, while neither of them was the biggest dog in their packs in body, they were still the biggest dogs in their pack, if you know what we mean.  

Sam's person shared what Sam had for her last meal:  a 4-egg cheese omelet, 8 strips of turkey bacon, a chicken breast, several pieces of beef jerky, a heap of liver treats and an entire container of Cool Whip.  That's our girl! Never live life halfway!  

Thanks for being our friend, Sam.  We miss you.

Happy Burpday to our favorite GranNE!

It must be a sad day for her GranNE that it is her burpday and she cannot spend it with her ALL TIME FAVORITE!

ME!  I love my GranNE SO MUCH.    We got her some good stuff.  First, Otis got out his sweater vest and corn cob to root for the CORNHUSKERS!

And then we ordered up a super duper exciting Nebraska game!  They came back from 21 points behind to beat those Buckeyes!  Hooray!  We thought we should keep your heart pumping vigorously with excitement.

The secret weapon was COACH OTIS who was teaching the Cornhuskers how to protect the ball!

So here we are all wishing you a BIG happy burpday, GranNE!

 Ethel Jean wanted to pose with the pretty trees in the background since you like plants.

Otis and I are doing some coordinated Doga Poses (Forward Facing Dog, With Tongues)

I am going to chomp Ed for you because he is so annoying.

And here are some great memories from your visit when we helped you so much while you fixed our yard.

Here is a fine short film for your burpday:



Have a great day GranNE! We'll celebrate when you come to landscape our yard visit us again!

One Word Wednesday

Help.

Tragedy Tuesday

Well, this was an unexpected turn of events.  Our ape got out the furminator and she brushed and brushed and brushed Ethel.  And it turns out, underneath the mounds and mounds of fur....NOTHING!

Ed and I bravely combed through the mounds of floof.  Nada.

Alas, poor Ethel, we brushed her (too) well.

Otis Dances For Dollars!

Last weekend was a big weekend for us! It was the Delaware SPCA Open House! They were celebrating their makeover.  About 5 years ago they got new management that increased their adoption rate to almost 90%! Before not so many dogs made it out. And they would be put to sleeps if they 1) were sick or 2) were old  or 3) were pitbulls. I WAS ALL THREE!  Thank you new SPCA!  (That's thanks from the rest of the world who is so stoked to still have me in it, of course!)  

So I put on my money vest and I went to their Open House to Dance for Dollars.

I got lots of love and attentions from the adults and the kids. I took a fiver right out of one lady's hand. I was afraid she was going to try to put it in my g-string.

I raised big monies with my hot sexy bod.

And I met this lady, Priscilla!  I first thought maybe she could be the FLOTUS.

But, um, she was a bit too interested in some bits of me and tried to put babies in me!  Oh my!

We also met this little lady.

She's tuff! She takes candy from babies!

This is Annie, aka Rocks-Anne, she belongs to one of the Animal Control Officers and she is the pet-scot of the Wilmington Blue Rocks baseballs team!  Hubba hubba!

And here is Binks! He's at the SPCA and he's showing off his mad tricks with volunteer Janice who walks dogs all of the times and she especially loves the pibbles who have been there a long time.

I also met Mr. Titan who, like Priscilly, was a bit obsessed with my hind end.  I must have mad pheromones!

Rocks-Anne was especially fond of this cocker spaniel who was not certain what to make of his 8 month old, 80 lb girlfriend.

Do you recognize that equipment from SPCA Saturdays?  Yah, it's in the SPCA yard and they let dogs play off leash.  They did a fine job of teaching those young ladies some agilities!

Naked apes are not the smarterest but you can teach them a few tricks.

When I got most tired (of not eating hot dogs) I went home and Edgrr B. Poopacabra came!  He was proud of himself for not barfing in the car like usual.  Aim high, little dude.

And he met Ray who is a mighty nice feller who has been at the SPCA too long. Ed was not a successful fundraiser as he does not like new peoples and only warmed up when he saw a shepherd in the crowd!  Philanthropy fail.  So he stayed until the end pretending he is a meek, sweet lil' slip of a thing until it was time to go home.

Unfortch, he is a bit of a backseat driver but he safely guided the apes home to watch NEBRASKA BEAT THE WASHINGTON HUSKIES in the footballs (no actual Huskies were harmed in the trouncing by the BIG RED). 

I can't wait for my next chancertunity to do some more charity!  Especially if there are more hot dogs involved.  And if you want to put some bills in my virtual g-string you can donate at the SPCA's website!

I'm a Snooze Man

I became a bit concerned about the comments in our last blog post when many commenters mistook my obvious superior comportment for a lack of energy. I would just like to assure all my friends, especially the ladies, that I am quite spry for an old guy. Note how I feel the groove with my most large head which takes much energy to bob to the beat.



As this song by the nice fellow Rufus Thomas would imply, I am awake for at least 60 minutes a day.

How We Get Ready for the Day

We have a regular routine we like to stick to in the morning.  We get up at 4:30 for regular walkies.  Sometimes Otis goes with us and we are slow pokes. Sometimes he sleeps in and we zoom around the hood.  Then we eat our breakfasts.  Otis is fast at this.  Then we like to help our ma ape relax before she goes off to work.  We do this by WILDIN' OUT!  We are certain she finds this most calming.  See!



Note: We did not get it on film but Ed did make a nearly fatal error. He tried to hump Ethel. He is currently filming his episode of "I Shouldn't Be Alive." Nobody humps a lady.

Education-y

Our ape went away for three whole days!  She went to Seattle to try out for the Seahawks go to a pro-fession-al conference.  She thinks she's soooooooo smart but while she was gone we put together an educational film without her.  We await our professorship.



Any questions?

After the Storm

Otis T. Potus, bravest pitboo on the block here.  We have made it through Irene!  She's still blowing air at us (not just the winds coming from our nervous bums, though that may be grounds for another state of emergency) but she is mostly gone.  We are still hopeful that our friends Gus and Teka in Richmond, VA will have power soon, and that Tula Monstah, Norwood, Mango & the Dexmeister, Agatha and Archie in Masterchewsits, Maggie n' Mitch in Connecticut, Asta and Petey in NYC, are doing well.  And close to us, Khyra who is without power and our besties Narra and the Dirty Dozen who also lost power.  WITH 12 DOGS IN ONE BASEMENT! Our ma ape is traumatized just thinking about it.

From what we can see this tree across the street from us is the worst of it:

We were outside when this happened in the pitch black and hear CRRRRRAAAAAACK!  We got inside with a quickness and our GranNE gave us a lecture about loitering around in the out of doors in storms.  Good thing we have a Nebraskan to help us with hurricane safety! Our ma ape is worthless!

This was our only casualty, a branch that fell on our ma ape while she was taking our pictures.  It caused her momentary discomfort as the leaves were quite slimy.  Also, Tnaner noticed that we may have dropped our house on someone wearing that shoe.  My lips are sealed.

Ethel is MOST relieved. She was nervous yesterday because she did googly eyes (where you can see the whites of her eyes) in all her pictures yesterday. She WILL NOT go outside if it is raining so the ape had to walk her in pouring rain!  Hilarious!

We spent some time in the basement during a tornado warning (there was a tornado in SoDel).  As you can see, this caused me a great deal of sturm and drang.  I am seething inside.

Ed was excited to get to have a slumber pawty in the basement.  He staked a claim to the blankie immediately because he is one greedy little bastard.

In the morning we did some sploring, though our ma ape is keenly aware it is still windy and branches could still fall on our delicate noggins.  Fortunately my skull seems to be made of motorcycle helmet material and is indestructible.  The little man, however, needs to protect what few brains he has.

I sent Tweedledee and Tweedledum out on a patrol anyway.

All's quiet on this eastern front!  But we're still not gonna tell you what happened to the witch in the shoe.

Here is a delightfully uneventful post-storm video:

Waitin' for Irene

We're in the Mid-Atlantic waiting for Ms. Irene to drop by. She's been dropping some rains on us since 10 a.m. and the center should be here between 4-5. This is most troubling to our ma ape because we do not like to pee in the rain. Especially Ethel Jean. We also have a touch of the cabin fever which makes us a bit wild, especially on the porch where there is NO MORE FURNITURE right now. Here's some fun with Irene. Let's hope our night time is not as wild as we are!

Wordless Dirty Wednesday

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