Husker Suh!

We're watching the MOST IMPORTANT game this year--Nebraska Hooskers vs. Colorado Stinky Buffa-lows!

My sissy is a little excited!


This morning we went to the field and we practiced blowing raspberries at Buffa-lows.

Sissy is good at it.


Oscar Bean, uh, doesn't quite get it.


And then we got to have us some BUFFALO BONES!

I had some buds to help me chew on mine. (Incidentally these apes look an awful lot like my naked apes.)

And with 1:30 left the Nebraska QB was SACKED taking them out of field goal range OR SO IT SEEMED! And then the Hooskers tried a 57-yard field goal it was GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! I nearly passed out from the nerves!


And then the Buffaloes threw a pass and a defensive Boy named Suh INTERCEPTED it and RAN IT BACK for a TD! WE WIN WE WIN WE WIN!

Everybody ROACH FOR JOY!

What are Weekends for?

As many of you know, my ma ape abandons me every weekend to go spoil dogs at the SPCA. Last weekend she went to see Mamma Mia! and then went out to dinner and then there was a gas leak (at the restaurant, not in my ma ape) and so it took really long because they had to evacuate. You'd think she'd learn her lesson but last night she abandoned me AGAIN to go out for sushi. Here's my feelings on the matter:

So this morning I demanded a good walkie! Here's my leadout crew.

I'm thinking about getting a chariot. Then they could pull Caesar Wally! Here's a bee that I saw. I thought it might be the one that stung Ernest but this guy swore innocence so I didn't rough him up.

I had to teach the Big O a thing or two about roachin'


He has so much to learn.


But then it was time for the big suck-up. Bones! Look--Oscar conserves energy by eating lying down.


I see the early signs of doofusism setting in.


So tasty. But then we were interrupted by THUNDER BOOMERS. Jerks.

There'd better be something good planned for next weekend. Bones, roaching, ice cream, walkies, and NO THUNDER BOOMERS.

birthday bash!

dudes!!! wally took away my caps lock key so you will have to trust that i am shouting! shouting! shouting! excited about my buuuuuuurpday.

look i got a booooone.


and do you see my pretty pretty new collar? it makes me even more superduper pretty. don't you think, don't you think? (hi pippa! hi tuchuck! hi maxyv! hi bear!)


look! wally looks stoooopid!


and i got to go to the field field field. i wanted to cover wallywally in tennis ball fuzz and roll him around but he said no no no.


loook i am 2fast 2furious for the camera! woooooooooooo!

and i took a boudoir photo of wallywally in my new bed! he got a new bed for being a crybaby so i got a new bed for being so so good but i sleep in the one that i tore the bottom out of anyway. haha!

happy burpday toooo meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

(M)eat another day!

Last night this is how I looked:


But today is a new day and we look like this!


Why so happy? Well, it is still world cup soccer time so I played a little footie first thing in the morning: (Isn't this photo all arty farty. Or just poorly lit.)

And then we went in the outside to have BONES. From piggies.

Tasty! Yes, I am squinting in my photos. Maybe the sun was too bright. Maybe I was hung over. I'll never tell.


My sissy ate hers REALLY FAST.


And then we got to go play in the outside field!

Who do you think is faster? Ethel?


Or the Woober?
And here I stop to gaze at the Cornfield that was recently trampled. What a metaphor for the fate of the Cornhuskers.


Eh, they'll live to play another day. Just like us! Who could be sad on Randay?


P.S. Thanks to Suki Sumo who posted about HER foodables to cheer me up! Thanks my puggy friend!

Wally Vs. Gristle

Warning: graphic meat eating content below.

I am not only a refugee in the garden, I am also the master of the meatables. Watch here as I battle the mighty gristle on my meaty bone.

Rip it to the right.

Tear it to the left.


Try old fashioned intimidation.


The gristle has won.