Happy Burpday J Ape!

It is my J Ape's burpday so I am giving him his favorite thing--a picture of Wally! Happy burpday old man. Whenever I start to feel old I will look at you and think "at least I am not as old as him!" HAHAHAHA. Now I'm going to eat your cake.

Wally's No Good Weekend

I had a terrible weekend, thanks for asking. I'll recap it. First, we had snow. But it was not enough to eat or play in, just enough to make it muddy enough so I have to get my undercarriage wiped when I come in.

And then in spite of the weather my ape went to the SPCA and these gross things were there.


And she thought it was ok to cheat on me with wee ickle puppies.


And then there were assorted failed attempts to get a Holiday Card photo.

The pictures did capture something of our spirit.


Some of us were humiliated.

Others of us maintained our dignity.


And then the worst EVER! Nebraska lost to Tex-ass by a mere 13-12 with a last minute field goal! Last weekend my Saskatchewan Roughriders lost after a last minute field goal! I curse the uprights!


Here is my sissy watching the last second of the game:


And here is my sissy showing what she would do if she ran into a Longhorn (or one of those lousy refs)


I'm going to sleep through Monday and hope that Tuesday will bring better stuff.

Chompionship Time!

We are preparing for some chompionship football. There's a blanket of snow on the ground, dogs have been walked and fed.

And a special Husker Pie has been baked.


GO BIG RED!

The Calm Before the Storm

I am behind on SPCA Saturdays. I have many things to tell you about my exciting week(s). But my blog has been uncharacteristically quiet. I can neither confirm nor deny that this postcard from Nebraska seen below, which appears to be from my Gramps, was actually a secretly coded message from NU coach Bo Pelini asking me to come and help the Huskers prepare for their BIGGEST game of the year against the Texas Longhorns in the Big 12 CHOMPIONSHIP.

I can also neither confirm nor deny that I have been teaching them the fine art of nomming Longhorn bones. We must chomp as chompions do.

I can report that all attempts to get all three dogs in the frame for our holiday card....

Has thus far been a great failure.

I can also confirm that in my superduper secret coaching of the Huskers my brudder has been entirely unhelpful as no matter how many times I insisted that "biting in the eye" is not permitted in the rule book he felt the need to demonstrate it.

Ooops. I mean in my ALLEGED superduper secret coaching.

More soon.