Summetime Blues and Sophie's Balls

Summer burpdays are gone.  The apes will be going back to school.  And so it was time to finish the summer with one of my favorite things. TENNY BALLS!  When she visited in June, Sophie brought ME these fancy balls all the way from Montreal! NOT FOR BOYS.

As you can see, they fit perfectly in my mouth and match my furs beautifully.

They are quite excellent for catching and fetching as they are not easily lost.

And when the Super Teen tried to steal my balls like a little jerkazoid, the little man helped me out!  I'm the only one he listens to (ma ape included)

I was most busy with the catcherating and fetcherating.  HA!

While I was most busy with the balls the boys were luxuriating.  OBST needs to rethink his bathing in dirty water strategy.

Ed and Oatie just lazed about in the shade.

Otis may be a little tired after he gorged on some dirt.

Thanks much, Sophie, my lovely pal to the North!  Next time you visit we will have more of that wallymelon for you to snack on.  And NO BOYS ALLOWED!

Enjoy the tail end of summer!

Ethel Speaks!

If you are a regular reader if this blog you have probably noticed an annoying abundance of dude-itude.  That's because these boys are attention hogs who like to MUG for the camera.

While I, a strong and independent woman, like to hang out by myself, usually at the top of the hill.

So I thought I'd put on some tunes and SMARTEN THIS BLOG UP with a little LADYTUDE.

STICKING MY TONGUE OUT at authority (and bratty brudders.)

Teaching Edgrr how to ROCK OUT, riot grrrl style.

Bonding with MY WUBBA.

And generally proving the maxim, anything boys can do GIRLS ARE DOING BETTER.

As evidence, I'm known as "the good one" IN SPITE of the fact that in the last few weeks I have figured out how to get out the back door and I escaped to find my ma ape AND I stole meats off the counter and ate until I got INDIGESTION in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.  GRRRRRRRLS RULE!  BOYS DROOOOOOOL.

Happy Pawlidays!

ETHEL JEAN with your PAWLIDAY REPORT! We have not posted our pawliday greetings (or sent our pawliday cards which will be New Year's cards due to Ma ape laziness!). We want to wish everyone a great pawliday no matter what pawliday you celebrate! Here's what we have been up to.

The ape made DOG COOKIES! Oh yes. There were Ethel and Oscar shapes, Edgrr shapes, and even a CORGADOR COOKIE! (We will post photos of that separately). But, alas, no Otis cookies. Our ma ape will now search for an Otis cookie cutter on the internets. These are BACON AND PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES!

And then OSCAR BEAN decided to carry on a very special Christmas tradition started by Wally involving a trip here:

Oh yes, that's the vet! And the totally FUN tradition is veterinary EMERGENCY requiring a visit the vet, eating up the last of the ape's moo-lah for the pawliday season! Assorted Wally-mergencies included heart troubles, back troubles, and eating a whole sample pack of Rimadyl troubles.

Troubles, yeah Oscar's got 'em! Hey, better HIM than ME!

Ma ape saw him scratcherating himself and found someone had poked a hole in OBST!

We have no idea how that might have happened.* At any rate, he got some anti-Bs in case some Edgrr bacterias might have gotten into him. Way to go, OBST!

SOME of us (that's me in the back) have been bending over backwards showing Santa how NICE we are. Here I am sharing the snuggle ball with the OtP even though he has gas! And it WORKED!

Look! Santa brought us beef butts! (P.S. Ma ape--PUT AWAY the ROLLING PIN!)

And he left us a BAG of TOYS which we have barely cracked!

Here the DUMB boys are trying out the monkey wubba. We will regale you with more tails of Santa prezzies once we are done digesting all our beefs and cookies.

HAPPY PAWLIDAYS!!!!!

*Edgrr would like to note that while there are many incriminating photos of him hanging off his brudder's side there is no definitive evidence against him. Innocent until proven guilty. FREE EDGRR.

My Best Side

I heard that at the DWB meet-up it was said that I SOMETIMES LOOK A BIT MANIC IN PHOTOS!

I HAVE NO IDEA
WHAT
Y'ALL
ARE
TALKING
ABOUT!

ETHEL JEAN, SEDATE QUEEN!

Manic Monday

Our ape is back! And, as far as she knows, we were little angels while she was gone.

So don't tell her that while the ma ape is away the little devils COME OUT TO PLAY! A sampling of our handiwork:








Of course, when she got home OBST tackled her, Otis ate her face wash, and I WAS a PERFECT ANGEL.

Boys Drool (Ethel ROOOLS)

This is ETHEL and I am SO OVER the testosteroney baloney at my house. TOO MANY BOY COOTIES. I shall demonstrate.

Boys eat like filthy messy uncouth hogs like this:

Or this.

Girls eat all civilized-like.

Boys play dumb foolish games like this.

And do foolish macho poses like this.

Girls do awesome feats of athletic prowess like this.

Wouldn't YOU rather be a girl? This is why I will be enjoying some MARCH MADNESS but not stupid boys but GIRLS!! Because the Nebraska Cornhuskers are seeded #1 in the Midwest bracket of their tourney! GO BIG RED! We'll show those boys a thing or two about b-ball!

One for the Sheps!

We are the PEPPYSHEPPYS blogging as ONE because here is a NEWS STORY about a PEPPY SHEPPY (really a Belgian Malinois). His name is DIABLO and he is a police dog. He is in the hospital because he got shot by a jerkazoid while he (Diablo) was working. He looks like OBST if OBST was a black and tan. And could do work HAHAHAHA (Shouldn't have let me type OBST. -ETHEL JEAN, MEAN QUEEN).

Get better, Diablo!

And this is a good excuse to post pictures of peppy sheppys!

Someone needs to rake our lawn!

And clean up the trash HAHAHAHAHAHAHA (--ETHEL JEAN).

Also here is Wally waking up after we put him in a scarf GranNE sent. He looks like a Russian peasant. HAHAHAHAHAHA.


-OBST and ETHEL JEAN (former secretary in chief of the PEPPY SHEPPYS)