Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Mad with the Hunger

It's finally warm enough for Frosty Paws but I don't get them without considerable work (ie, begging). This video shows what my mean ma ape makes me go through. The fine cinematographer not only lets the camera strap flop into the view but has to drop her book (which is not edible, I checked). Well done, Martin Scorsese. Anyway, you see her cruelly taunt me, waving the Paws in the air because she thinks its funny to watch me look back and forth. It takes some serious whiny barking to get her to relent. Oh, the cruelty.

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Blogger Marvin The Dog said...

sigh! I have an Editor in Chief who does things like your Cinematographer....oooh hope I spelled that right!

11:05 AM  
Blogger PiratesGrrl said...

Mom couldn't help laughing when your head started moving back and forth, we were going to tell her to stop laughing at you but we think she needs it. Sorry.

We looooove Frosty Paws!

The Brat Pack

6:15 PM  
Blogger Sophie Brador said...

Hey Wally, Sophie heard your anguish and is quite concerned about your well-being. And perhaps you can answer a question for me. What the hell is a frosty paw? Is this some sort of American-only ice cream treat? Is it frozen pigs foot? We've never heard of these things.

7:39 PM  
Anonymous katya said...

Pathetic, Wally. I mean, show some dignity dog.

9:25 PM  
Blogger wally said...

I ain't too proud to beg!


4:29 AM  
Blogger Joe Stains said...

wally, such cruelty! they could use your tail to sweep!

9:23 PM  

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