A Cracker Dog Crew

We have been lazy about posterating but we are inspired to post something NEW:  MANGOMINSTER 2012!  We have a COLLECTIVE entry for the CRACKER CRITTERS category.  If you read our blog you probably suspect the guilty party is EDGRR who constantly has his chompers out and is always shouting.  Or maybe Oscar Bean, Super Teen who is the screamiest sheppy in town.  NO!  We have a secret cracker dog in our house: OTIS T. POTUS.  You might thing: he is too old to be a crackerdog.  You would be wrong.  We submit for your pleasure a short video with evidence. While Otis may not have the speed, agilities, or jumping abilities of other cracker dogs, what he does have is dogged determination in the face of resistance. BEHOLD!



As you can see, Otis is the leader of a crackerdog crew, master of ignoring the ma ape, doing what he wants, and nommin' on what he pleases!

For an old man, Otis holds his own at SHARKFACE.

And he likes to get into bed and steal the pillows (and all the space.) Otis is entering this category to represent for the OLDS who can still be cracker dogs!

It has been too long!

Our ape has been taking the dog days of summer too seriously and has been super duper lazy.  We're sure you have missed us ever so much.  We thought we'd post some movies we have made while she has been super duper lazy.

A Day in the Life of Edgrr (mostly involves harassing his siblings, getting dirty (literally and metaphorically), and needing a bath:



And here is Otis reacting to things with his head. In particular he listens to the dulcet tones of Mango seducing ladies via his YouTube videos.

I Scream for Norwood!

Our friend Norwood's burpday was on Saturday, National Ice Cream Day was Sunday so we combined the event in one massive ice cream eating binge! Here is a little sampling.

Ed caught some of the drips so Ethel had to give him a little tongue bath.

The apes did some grillies!

Look at all this food!  Maple/soy tempeh, red peppers, grilly kohlrabi, mango/jicama salad, tasties squashes, cherry chutney. And none for us just because we were producing massive amounts of natural gas!

Ma ape also made apple pie ice cream for the apes to eat after watching the World Cup because they really needed to refuel after all of that vigorous soccer watching.

Happy burpday Nordude!  Stay cool!

Cheeseburgers for Joe!

Needs no introduction:

12 Things for 12 Years of Joe Stains!

Today is both RANDAY and JOEDAY! It is Joe Stains's BURPDAY!  And he is 12 years young today (Side note: olds rule, babies drool!)  We gathered together 12 things Joe loves for his burpday.

Piles of Yankees!

Piles of bacon!

Piles of Steelers!

Oh hi, Sophie Brador!

Cheeses!

PB Sammiches!

Troy Polamalu's hair!

More Sophie!

Sunbathing (especially in the nude)

Mmmmm...pizzas.

Sidney Crosby (and the Pens)

Just Cuz!

Here's to a happy and healthy new year Joe!   Have a great one from us! (Even if Ethel refused to be in a picture with the boys!)

We try out eYewatch Friday!

Our tweetie friend Norwood does this thing called eYewatch Friday and sometimes his cuzn Tula plays too! We decided to try it out! EDGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

And now Otis! Look at his right eye. Then his left.

WONK! It's wOnkeYewatch!

Floofy Friday!

This post is dedicated to the Khween of the Floof Khyra!

Check out MY floof!

In 360! Just like Anderson Pooper!

Who says Pembrokes can't rock the tail?

I must be part Husky, right Khyra!

And did you happen to see who the Huskers are playing in the Holiday Bowl? The Huskies! Again!

The End of an Era!

Lil' Red is warming up his vocal cords.

And I am licking my chops in anticipation.

Yes, the day has FINALLY arrived. The LAST Nebraska/Oklahoma game is tonight! And as an older fellow I am quite fond of HISTORY and OU/NU is an historical rivalry!

But this game also has a great deal of pawsonal meaning for me as my best brindle gal, Mayzie, is on the wrong side on this one!

We are Montagues and Capulets! Torn apart by our loyalty to our Red Families!

And to think, Mayzie, you are siding with the Boomer Sooners instead of this depawaire gentleman in his best Husker prep wear! Well, after tonight the Big 12 will be no more and we can go back to be bestie brindle buds. But tonight GO BIG RED!!!!!

And now some happy memories from the past:

Go Huskers! Do it for Wally!

*Ma ape says I must apologize for using so many exclamation points because I am not Friedrich Nietzsche. But I am just! so! excited! I haven't snored this loud in ages!

Game of the Century!

We are training the little one.

Making him into a tuffy.
Teaching him Bo Pelini faces!

Which is something Otis most def excels at.

And why are we fired up and ready to go??? REVENGE!

Oh yes, last year the Texas Lamehorns STOLE the Big XII Championship from the Cornhuskers when they got a MIRACLE SECOND added to the clock. Grrrrrrr. But revenge will be ours today! However, Otis has been most troubled by something football related lately. One of his bestie gal pals is Mayzie. You can see how they have things in common like brindley stripes and a taste for the brewskis.

But then what is THIS??

Oh noes! She loves the Sooners and they are the traditional rivals of Otis's true love..THE HUSKERS! They are like the Montagues and Capulets! See how melancholy this makes Otis?

But then he remembered! There is still a deep bond between them. And that is HATRED OF THE LONGHORNS! Hooray! He can love Mayzie and the Cornhuskers!

And together they are on the side of good against the AXIS OF EEEEEVIL!

GO BIG BRINDLE!

I am mangOtis!

I am Spartacus Mango!

I was most excited when I read about the Be Like Mango contest! You see, when I first got on the series of tubes to meet all of Wally's friends I was most intrigued by the Mango Man who is possessed of a most fetching brindle coat, a fashionable black mask, and jowls that go on forever. We even both have most annoying black-coated siblings (hey, not everyone can wear stripes). Indeed, I sometimes like to fancy myself a mini-Mango. (Mini is relative as I am quite substantial myself.)

I have a most impressive tongue that can produce slobber with the best of them:

And I can produce ice-cream aided suds.

As with Mango I require much sustenance throughout the day to keep my most muscular body going. My prodigious eating capacity also makes me the world's 3rd largest source of natural gas.

We also have most expressive faces able to covey a variety of messages.

Righteously indignant.

Ironic distance.

Hunger (for meaning and for food.)

I just ate 3 pounds of dirt.

Like Mango I am a prolific gardener who prunes the hostas daily.

And I am a Sophisticated Gentleman who never likes to go out without a little lipstick.

We are both unparalleled athletes who require regular exercise for our physicals and our mentals.

And then there is my Mango-ness. I got tutored so late that I can fake possession of my original mangoes. I am quite hopeful for the wonderful prize that it be either a nice container of suds with which to wash my brindley furs or perhaps some fruitables: