Tuesday, November 27, 2007

What also may have happened to Ethel


A dog barks at a bear in Belarus


My granny sent me this picture form the BBC Day in Pictures and asked if that was ME! And I think it IS (um, wearing white socks). That's really what happened to my sissy. She got bitten by a BEAR. And then I bravely chased it off and saved her life. Thank goodness I was there.

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11 Comments:

Blogger Sophie Brador said...

Wally, You look smashing in knee-highs, and you are so brave. I hope Ethel is feeling better.

xo
SB

8:08 PM  
Blogger Ruby Bleu said...

Wally, I would want YOU to protect me that's for sure!

Ethel is so lucky!

Lots of Licks, Ruby

8:18 PM  
Blogger Lorenza said...

Hi, Wally
You look ferocious in that picture! Sure you do a very good job protecting Ethel!
How is she doing??
Have a good night
Lorenza

11:19 PM  
Blogger the Corgi Girls said...

Such a hero you are Wal, you should get a medal or something for your bravery!

1:21 AM  
Blogger Joe Stains said...

I was totally thinking something like this when I first saw the owie!!

1:56 AM  
Blogger Kerrio said...

Wally you are DOOO brave.... Ethel obviously is a wuss cos
a) she ws running away while you protected her
b) she IS an SUMD.

And you are a poet... and so good looking and wonderful

(am I laying it on too thick?)

2:06 AM  
Blogger Girl Girl Hamster said...

Woh you sure are brave Wally. And you look pawsome in white socks

~ Girl girl

3:03 AM  
Blogger Simba said...

You are a hero, no doubt about it.

Simba xx

3:49 AM  
Blogger Katherine and Pippa, said...

How far did you chase it? Looks to me like it's chained up. Not that I don't believe your story of course....

Pippa

6:17 AM  
Blogger Grammie said...

Why does that bear have a chain around it's neck. You really fluff up when you are wearing socks. Your Granny (N for Nebraska) finds the best stuff.

2:02 PM  
Blogger Stanley said...

Wally Boy!

I guess tube socks are back!

As much as I love you, I'm finding your story a little hard to believe. Forgive me for saying it, but you're full of ... uh, wait a minute...

My girl says I can't say what I want to say on a g-rated blog. But, you get the idea.

Smooches to Ethel. None for you, Woober boy! I think your pants are on fire, man.

Goober love (cuz I still love you),
Stanley

3:57 AM  

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