About that Monkey Stick

Do you remember how I got a monkey stick last weekend?

Impressively he is still in one piece and honking.

There are two possible explanations for the arrival.

1.) I had a tummy ache Thursday night and kept my ma ape up. I milked it, she felt bad I had a tummy ache and gave me pepto and a monkey stick (a very effective home remedy)
2.) This.

Choose your own adventure. And what do you think I should name him?

Scenes from the Fourth of July

Holes were dug.

Games were played.
Vegetables were grilled.

And eaten.
Balls were chased.

And caught.

Corgadors were adorables.

Tongues were stuck out.

Ice cream was made.

And frozen.
And munched upon.
And a new monkey stick!

Hot or Not? (Like I need to ask)

The puppy has been getting much praise so I just want to remind you of the wisdom and beauty of age.


I'm covered in stickies from the yard and the ma ape has been spending much time every day petting me to get them out of my fur. Smart, eh?

Youth is wasted on the young.

Too busy my rear

My ma ape says she is very busy but in fact she has been involved in mayhem and foolishness. Just today she was mooning over something she found on the internets.


She thinks it looks like me as a wee ickle puppy. Tell her--no baby Wallies. Old men rule, babies drool! (And yes, sometimes old men drool, too. That is neither here nor there. Though I am here, he is there. And that is all that matters.)