SPCA Saturday!

Saturday was an exciting day, as it always is. But word has apparently gotten out about how my ma ape is such a strumpet because before she could get to the SPCA to see the dogs, a dog found HER! We were walking home from the field and ran into this dude:

You can't tell from the photo but this guy was a CHUNK. He was wandering in our neighborhood so we brought him home and gave him water (and MY SNACKS) and then animal control came to take him to hold him for his owner to come reclaim him. My ma ape kind of hopes that maybe he will find a new home because he looked like he had been living outside and was not getting enough exercise. He was totes nice, though, and was really sweet to the police officer who helped us (Thanks Cop-er!).

But even though my ma ape ALREADY slutted around with another dog she STILL went to the SPCA.

Here's Buddy, a shepherd mix who is friendly and likes to play and kiss my ma ape's face.


Girl has been at the SPCA for a long time and just got healthy enough to move to the adoption side. It looks like someone cropped her ears with scissors (and probably needs to have their bits cut off with scissors). She is really nice in spite of having lived with major jerks.

This is Molly (not Wally) and this picture pretty much sums up her personality. She's goofy and likes to walk and play and get bum rubs. She is awfully fond of snacks.

This Aries who was in rough shape when he came into the SPCA. He has sores all over his head and chest but doesn't let it hold him back. He loves people and LOVES to play with toys.


Flora (aka Flo) looks like a pit/chihuahua mix and she just loves peeps and wags her whole body if you pay attention to her. She likes snacks and bum rubs.

And Big Red (aka Oscar but not our Oscar) is STILL THERE? What is going on??? He is still totally awesome.

These dogs could ALL BE YOURS. Or even just one of them. Visit the SPCA.

P.S. Congrats to Rousseau who is now living with my friends over at Tracing Lucky Skies. Our Oscar stayed in the TLS Hotel for a few nights and learned how to play before moving into our house. You picked a great home, Rousseau!

The Fourth of Joooooo-ly.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. The fourth of July is a mixed bag as holidays go. On the one hand, I hate the goddamn firecrackers and they make me feel like this:

I mean, my ma ape was so scared she had to sleep on the floor with me and she was shaking so hard it made ME shake. Jeez. But then there are also a lot of snackables and grilling outside that makes me feel like this:

Like these. These are mojitos!

And look at this! A vegetable salad and a steak! And that steak was for US! But there was one steak for THREE dogs. How does that make sense? I'm telling you--no one around here can do math but me.

And look! Here is where part of our Wallymelon went. Into the biggest fruit salad in the WORLD.

And some of it went here--Oscar's first Wallymelon.

We all ate some, especially me.

And while the food was a-grillin' we got BONES.


Oscar loved his.


But he was very protective of it.


While I savored mine like a gentleman.


Now leave me alone with my din-dins, pooperazzi. It's like the damn Ivy around here. (pssst--did you get my good side?)

Meet ME, Oscrrrrrrrrrrr

Yo dudes!



MG! It's me--OSCRRRRRRRR.

Wally sez I can blog but it's only cuz we've been arguing because I want to get my own MYSPACE but Wally sez I'll just stay up all night hitting on chicks who are really creepy weirdos. It sounds AWESOME.

This is me with big brudder Wally and Monkey Stick and piles of stuffy innards:

Wally teaches me stuff like how not to grab his legs and how to ask for snacks. Sometimes we play this game with monkey stick and Ethel and Wally sings "The Humpy Dance is a chance to do the HUMP." Here are the rules of the game: Wally can hump me, Ethel can hump my head, I can hump Ethel but NO ONE humps Wally EVER.

Ethel is my big sis and we play bitey face and humpy face and chasey face. Too fun, man! Wally sez Ethel is a COUGAR because I'm totes just a baby but I think she's actually a DOG. But I don't know. Here I am with my other friend BULL. E. STICK. Wally taught me how to eat those and also how not to steal them from big brudder and big sissy. But I don't remember how to do that.

Wally sez that my name is literary and my ma ape has read about many Oscars in book. When she was a pup she read Oscar the Dachshund and Oscar the Seal. But my name comes from Oskar in THIS book:

Oscar is a little boy who refuses to grow up and also he can shatter glass with his SCREAM. And what do I love to do? SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEM!

Later, dudes!

P.S. I still want a MYSPACE because it has glitter backgrounds and music and I don't have to bother with all these WRRRRRRRRRDS. OMG!

Hey laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadies!

Look what I got for the Fourth of July! I am ready for some FIREWORKS, baby!

Even Monkeys Get the Blues

Look at these chunky monkeys. They have to go on a diet.



Though I'm a little confused. I am so obviously not three times my normal weight. Why am I on a diet??? And how do I get tourists to visit me and feed me tasty snacks???

Science Says We Have to!

Yesterday I read this scienterrific study that says that Wallymelon is good for your ticker and--more importantly--your LIBIDO! And the scientists even compared its effects to VIAGRA:

In watermelons, these include lycopene, beta carotene and the rising star among its phyto-nutrients – citrulline – whose beneficial functions are now being unraveled. Among them is the ability to relax blood vessels, much like Viagra does.

I can add some anecdata that Wallymelon, especially when served with Randi, Samantha, or the Corgi Girls (just to name a few), most definitely has an effect on my libido! Most def good for my ticker.

P.S. Also I have to give many thanks to Ms. Ruby who made me this picture that is a CLASSIC!