MARCH MADNESS! (In April)

Editors:  We have agreed to let Edgrr blog lest he become insufferable trying to convince us to blog about this.  We apologize in advance.


A site I read all the time to keep up with the ladynews, JEZEBEL, hosts MARCH MADNESS! Last year it was Cake v. Pie with Cheesecake winning for PIE in a  CONTROVERSIAL victory (it's called a CAKE but it has a CRUST!). But this year it was CATS v. DOGS.  Oh yes.  I enthusiastically checked my bracket every every day. 

And I followed the heartbreaking losses (pit boos defeated by Goldens--WTF? Mutts lose to Dachshunds?) But the final outcome was PERFECT!

And DO YOU SEE??  ONE DOG TO RULE THEM ALL!  I know that I am enshouterating but this makes us kings of the WORLD!

Look!  I collapsed after the big win and stopped moving for 5 seconds which is a record for me!

 You can see why we are MOST AWESOME.  I don't just own the toys I OWN THE BUCKET.

And you better believe THE APES ARE ALL MINE.

Ain't afraid of no pit boos!

Ain't afraid of no peppy sheppys! 

And I might get knocked down.

But you better believe I get right back up and HUMP IT!

And Otis's girlfriend Mesa was kind enough to recognize my AWESOMENESS by sharing this!

To conclude:

(And just in time for the government shutdown!  LOOK OUT! WE'RE TAKING OVER!)

The Wolf In Me

I know that I am one foxy dude.

But it turns out that my legs are a dead giveaway for my TUFF GUY ORIGINS. My legs come from WOLVES. SCIENCE has declared it is so! Unlike my BO-RING sibbies who are regular ole dogs, I have a special wolf gene! Read about it here!

Here you see my wolfy side coming out as I hunt the wild hosta. Here's how science explains my untameability:

They found short-legged dogs all had a slightly altered extra gene that produces a growth protein called fibroblast growth factor 4 or FGF4. It appears to be copy of a wolf gene that got spliced back into the dog genome some time after modern dog breeds diverged from wolves.

It appears to be copy of a wolf gene that got spliced back into the dog genome some time after modern dog breeds diverged from wolves.

You better not mess with me when the moon is full! Here you see my ferocious corgipants in all their floofy glory. Wait, what is this sentence starting the story?

Dachshunds and corgis have short stubby legs because they were dealt an unlucky ticket in the evolutionary lottery, scientists say.

Unlucky??? Take that back, science!

SPCA Saturday (the Long Overdue Edition!)

This is Edgrr and I'm a bit peeved that there have not been SPCA Saturdays for awhile. And the ape has blamed ME because "puppies are time consuming." WEVS APE, UR LA-Z! (For the olds, that's youngin' talk). She's been going to SEE the dogs but not posting them! So here are some to catch up on.

Emma! Ya, her ears go in two different directions. Mine go in one. I like her look. She likes peoples a LOT.

Yo Sadie! She is not yet for adopteration because she was a cruelty case. She had babies at the SPCA! And she was a good mama and all her babies found homes. We hope she can find a good home too. Our ma ape sez she's a sweet pea.

Coooooooody! He's a slightly older dude who mostly likes maxing and relaxing.

And this pupster GOT ADOPTED. Because youngins RULE. Also, she is tearing up a mailman stuffy! GRRRRR.

This dude is not yet for adopteration either because he is getting better from the hearts worms. He has a labrador body and an American boo dog head. He is an American Labulldor Retriever. You know my ma ape and those big square heads. Sigh. You know she was kissing that thing.

And this is Wiggly Wrigley! (Cubs fan fo sho).

And Gregg--now in three Gs!

And do you remember this guy? He's Barack! He's Barackin' the SPCA.

And....hey! Got sheppy?

It's a shep with pep! Her owner died and they're trying to find her sons to see if they might want the shep, papillon and kind of mean parrot their mom had. If not, she will make someone an AWESOME friend.

This girl was so afraid in the cage but was sweet outside and it was hard for the ma ape to leave her behind. And I said HEY! That was MY SCAM, lady! Here's hoping y'all find wonderful homes ASAP! And I hope you olds reading this were hip enough to grog my youthful lingo!

Edgrrrrrrr.

Wordless Wednesday (or, MMMMMMPPPH)

Our Mango-ness!

We interrupt our regularly scheduled post (Huskers beat Huskies 56-21!! Ha-ROOOOOO!) to bring you this entry in the Be! Like! Mango! contest! Otis has asked to make a separate entry and so this will be the pointy dogs do Mango!

Ethel is first. Go Ethel!

I am not going to SHOUT LIKE ETHEL I am instead going to be calm, assertive and most masterful with the English languages like Mango Man. I am most like Mango in my dedication to meditations. I like to sit by myself and contemplate the universe.

If you look carefully you will see me sitting in the shade under the tree like a wise (and skinny) Buddha contemplating the universe. Like Mango, I work very hard on my mentals. I am not often in the pho-tos of shenanigans because I like to meditate by myself or sit at the top of the hill to survey my estate.

Oscar's turn!

I also like to do the meditations as you can see from my look of dedicated concentrations.

You can always tell from my face how much I am focusing on the thinkerating. Now, youngins avert your eyes.

Also, here is my Mango-ness. Your turn, Edgrrrr!

My first resemblance is, of course, in my being RELENTLESSLY HUGE! Everyone knows that corgis are the largest dogs in the universe. How else could I rule this house with an iron paw were I not RH?

There is also the matter of my a-maz-ing athleticism. And, like Mango, I have a complicated relationship with stairs. I used to not be able to do them. Then I could go up but not down. And now I am the STAIR MASTER. Such are the wages of being a relentlessly huge dog.

And then, of course, there is my mango-ness.

Thank you, Mango, for this opportunity to show how we are the most Mango of all the dogs. Otis says that he will have a post that will blow everyone out of the water, even Mango's brudder Dexter Labradude who might be part fish. He would tell you this himself but he is too busy snoring.

In absentia

We don't know what that title means. We just think it sounds totes smart, no? It's the non-sheppy dudes here and we have been gone for SO LONG! I think we last blogged 87234 dog years ago. No, our ma ape did not move to Dee Cee to take a job as a Presidential Advisor on Procrastination and Neglecting your Dogs (her specialties).

Nor is it the case that we have not been doing plenty of pho-to-genic things.

And our ape sez she is busy but she has found time to do the following: SPCA Saturday, sleeping, eating, drinking a Dogfish Head beer, cooking chile rellanos, teach several classes, read the internets (all of them), watch several games of the football. So therefore there is NO REASON WHY WE HAVE NOT BLOGGED. Here is a visual representation of how fighitn' mad we are.

So we have made her promise that she will help us update the blog including telling about the fabled origins of the name Edgrr, moar giardias!, things we are learning about the footballs and other enjoyable diversions, and EDGRR'S FIRST BONE. That last one doesn't really need blogging but he is STOKED. Oh, and we should tell you about the Greatest Love of All, that between an Elderly Pit Boo and his Baby Pemmie Brudder. See youse guys later. But not 20 years later which is how long it took us to blog last time.

Welcome home, Edgar!

He has a name and has eaten wallymelon. HE IS ONE OF US NOW!

Freaks -

ALARMING DEVELOPMENTS!

No, the development is not that the ma ape has hit the road with us and the corgi as FUGITIVES FROM THE LAW because she has decided to thieve him from the SPCA. No, I--Otis Potus--have made an alarming discovery. See, we thought the ma ape brought home a sweet little corgi puplet, a 15-pound slip of sweetness.


But, SEE!??!?? Do you see that devilish look in his eye?

And do you SEE the shark face of the little man on the right here?

Oh yes, I believe this is not a corgi atall. Our ma ape sometimes uses a cooking technique called reduction in which you cook and cook and cook out the liquid until you get down to a very concentrated, flavorful, small amount of the original liquid. I believe this corgi is a SHEPPY REDUCTION! A PINT-SIZED SUPER PEPPY SHEPPY!

Dog help us all!
He has launched himself (literally) into the shark-faced work of sheppy-dom with aplomb.

And has pwned OBST.

Love, and corgis, conquer all.


OBST is smitten and does not realize the great peril.

Of our own little Napolean.

But maybe OBST will recognize the threat before it is too late!

Though I'd say that ship has sailed. That's my snuggle ball (which he already peed on). And my antlers.

I must alert the world to the pint size peppy peril! First, I must remind you of my own alarming handsomeness.


CAN THIS PITTIE STOP THE PEMMIE PERIL???