Hallow Weenie!

I've been trying to decide what to be for Hallow Weenie. I consulted with the Skeleweenie.


Here I am trying out my werewolf costume.


Howlin' at the Moon!


Or maybe I will be a soccer player!



Or maybe a soccer playing werewolf????

Who you callin' ugly?

According to Travel & Leisure we live (outside of) the ugliest city in America--Philly! Obviously they didn't see these lovely mugs.

From the article:

The city of more than 1.5 million people was also found to be among the least stylish, least active, least friendly and least worldly, according to the "America's Favorite Cities" survey by Travel & Leisure magazine and CNN Headline News.

Who you callin' unfriendly? Just because I'm missing most of my teeth doesn't mean I won't bite you!

Get Well Grammie!

Here I am thinking wistfully about my Grammie who had gall bladder surgery and is recovering! If you would like to send her well-wishes you should stop by Peanut's blog--he and his family deserve all the support they can get!

Now, there is some confusion about my actual relation to Grammie. Here is the story of how I adopted her as MY Grammie. My Granny lives in Nebraska and she raised my ma ape which was surely a Herculean task. But I got mad at her once when she suggested that her dog Conan (RIP big guy!) was cuter than me. Now, I shouldn't be jelly because 1) Conan raised my ma ape during her impressionable adolescence and prevented her from becoming a feckless hooligan. She could have turned out much worse. I mean, it's hard to imagine something worse than a Philosopher major but I'm sure there something. 2) Had she not been owned by Conan, she would not have known the wonder of the corgi and then would never have taken it to the next level--THE CORGADOR. So I've forgiven my granny and we're all good (especially if you visit, granny!) but in the process I gained a Grammie.

So, long story short, Grammie always comes to my blog and says nice things and she came and said she would always tell me how handsome I am so I adopted her. And I sent her a Wally magnet to put on her freezing box which means we're bound together forEVER. She and I have a lot in common, too. We both love the Pacific Northwest, Seattle Mariners, Ichiro, and ME!

So get well soon, Grammie! And it sounds like things are pretty hectic for the Peanut Gang so I hope things improve for his family, too. We are thinking of your grammie and your pops and sending good vibes your way. And I have a big head so those are BIG vibes!

Size matters.

So...I was chattin' with my good friend Rene who told me that he showed my blog to a friend of his and after looking at my pictures she was SHOCKED to hear that I'm a corgador. Because from my pictures she thought I was a....

wait for it...


MASTIFF!

Yes, we now have definitive proof that the camera captures my REAL size.


My ma ape will try to tell you that this photo gives you a good sense of size relative to my sissy but what she won't tell you is that this movie is about my sissy!



So I'm still totally mastiff-sized. No, really.

Belly Laughs

I like to laugh and it is quite good for your health. So I'd like to make sure that my blog promotes good health through eating and laughing heartily. Here are some things I laughed at today (my lack of lower teeth in this photo--NOT FUNNY!)

Grammie's comment on the marauding bands of monkeys:

Grammie said...

They can read sideways. That is not a good sign.

And some short-legged shenanigans from some basset hounds!

Check out my girl SAMANTHA!

And Sophie's new friend Not Neil who lies in the streets of Montreal, waiting for belly rubs:



Now go laugh the day away!

Monkeys on the Rise!

Monkeys killed Delhi's deputy mayor, a follow-up to their 2001 invasions of Delhi government buildings.

Don't say I didn't warn you, naked apes!