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Our ape screwed up again.  She vowed to blog more often because a) we only blogged when sad things happened and b) we are awesome and c) obvis the world is craving more US. But she did not.  And then she could not bring herself to help us blog our really sad news.  So I (Ed) am going to help her stop up and do her job because we need to share our news--and we have good and bad news--and get back in the bloggy game!

The very, very sad news is that just before the new year we lost our heart and soul, Mr. Otis T. Potus.   He started feeling a bit poorly in mid-December and we learned he had prostate cancer (ma ape wants to blog about that later because she would like to share all the info she learned).  He got very poorly quickly and we had to say goodbye. Look at these handsome devils together!

I was especially sad because he was my best friend and I enjoyed accommodating his many requests for regular humpty dances.

Much to his delight!

 I wanted to share with you what a very special guy he was.

OtP came to live with the sheppys in March of 2010 after their buddy Wally died.  You can read about his arrival here!  He had been a long-timer at the SPCA as a part of a cruelty investigation and had been there for almost 6 months when he was adopted in January of 2010 but then he was brought back on a day ma ape happened to stop by the SPCA and the rest is history! Here he is on his first day home when the sheppys were concerned ma ape had come home with a particularly stinky boar!



He was an older chap who had lived a harrrrd life but he didn't hold a grudge.  He never met a stranger, human or doggy, especially his FAVORITE brudder.

He was a busy dog with many hobbies that included gardening (eating hostas), being a gourmand (nomming everything, especially wallymelon), power nappping (snores not optional), and was an inveterate fashionista, singlehandedly redeeming the sweatervest from Rick Santorum (see above). And he was the best ambassadog for pitties he could possibly be.

He was a dog for the ages and we can't believe he wasn't even with us for 3 years.  It seemed like he was always here and it is hard to believe he is gone. We miss our favorite time together, relaxing coffee with milks on Sunday mornings.

We stopped blogging because we couldn't bear to say goodbye to our Otis but one of the best things about blogging is being able to have a record of our memories and share them with others.  And it is not fair of us to not share our magnificent selves with the Internets!  Otis would want us to carry on, just like he always did.  So vests on, tongues out, we have more blogging to do!

And more news.  Last month we lost our bestie Sophie. She was one of our first bloggy friends AND our only friend we met in real life!  We wanted to remember her and Otis together when he was a PERFECT GENTLEMAN.  *cough* Can you EVEN imagine such rude humping?  We like to think of you guys chillaxing with Mr. Wally.

Goodnight, sweet Otis and Sophie.  

And next time we will have some happy news for you.  Preview:

DERP! Stay tuned...

Losing a Friend

We have not blogged in a very long time except on our tumblr and we wish we were not brought back by sad news. We were sad yesterday to learn that our friend Sam has crossed the Bridge.  

Sam was one of our first blogging friends--she has her own tag on our bloggy!--and she was Wally's #1 girlfriend.  As you can see, they had a lot in common.

Plus, while neither of them was the biggest dog in their packs in body, they were still the biggest dogs in their pack, if you know what we mean.  

Sam's person shared what Sam had for her last meal:  a 4-egg cheese omelet, 8 strips of turkey bacon, a chicken breast, several pieces of beef jerky, a heap of liver treats and an entire container of Cool Whip.  That's our girl! Never live life halfway!  

Thanks for being our friend, Sam.  We miss you.

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!

Visitor from the North! (Better than Santa Claus!)

Do you recognize that rug? It's ours.  Do you recognize that dog? IT'S SOPHIE BRADOR!

We did not send her our rug. SHE CAME TO US!  She is taking her ape on a North American adventure and she stopped in Deli Where to visit us!

Otis and Edgrr put on their best finery (ties!) and picked up S&S at her hotel.  She rode in our car and didn't even complain when Ed barfed in the car!

Someone was kind of of ubernaughty and had to hang out in his crate.

But someone was kind of sweet on Miss Sophie and slept cheek to cheek with her.

And here we are waiting for Sophie's ape who is in the washroom.  You can also see our buds Tuchuck, Narra, et. al's ape hanging out on the floor.  Sometimes he wishes he was a dog, we think. We'd make him part of our pack for sure.

And here is Sophie's ape tickling Otis with her toes!  He loved it!  (She also fed him potatoes.  He loved that too.  But then she commented on his gas.  Nobody loved his gas.)  But one dog loved Sophie the MOST.

Ethel Jean, Girl Power Queen!  I don't always like other girls but I loved Sophie!  We hung out and ignored each other and were otherwise beautiful, wonderful girls.  Not like those rambunctious boys.  In fact you will notice that I have handed down the SHOUTY SHOUTY mantle to my brudder Ed because I am a MATURE LADY LIKE SOPHIE. (OK, a little shouty.)

We are both so beautiful you should probably not look at our pictures for too long lest you be blinded, like looking into the sun.

 And some boys made fools of themselves panting over Sophie and were otherwise not befitting of their bowtie finery.  (There is some embarrassing video that may be leaked to the media later).

But there was no humpery for the girls.  We had scintillating conversation.

And we even chatted about that Doofus Tan Torkelson. (We can't WAIT for him to get a new brudder to pester).

Thanks for visiting us and have a great trip Sophie!  (This is her wink to me.  We're totally going to sneak out and go on a girls' road trip.  First stop? Picking up Randi the Labnewf for more GRRRRRL POWER.)

Cheeseburgers for Joe!

Needs no introduction:

Edgrr's Big Day

I didn't want to steal the big man's burpday thunder this week but the truth is I had a big traveling adventure of my own!  It was the greatest day ever!  Maybe even better than when I mooched my way into my new house.

First, meet my new bestie!  This is TUCKER! He's a "foster dog" who lives with my other real world besties.  I use quotes because his foster dad is the worst foster dad ever because he has like a million foster dogs who never left. (OK, quite a few who have left).  Though he did manage to get rid of OBST by giving him to us. That's how bad OBST was!  He didn't even want him!  

I played coy at first but Tucker and I did some pretty epic zoomies.

Epic for sure.

And then I met Tucker's sibbies Tuchunk, I mean Tuchuck on the left and Narra on the right. I liked her a lot because she's a familiar sheppy shape!

And then we all got in a van for a ride!  Where are we going????  (Note: Tucker and I barfed 5 times between the two of us but that was not documented on film for some reason).  Where was the barfmobile headed???

TO HERD SHEEPS!

Me and Narra (who is a total pro) and Tucker got to do herdings!  

I was really cautious at first but got into it when I relaxed a bit.

My ape said she wishes I was this calm and methodical at home!  Whatevs.

Tucker is totes a madman and was totally into it.  And I wasn't too shabby for a little guy.

Look!  They listen to me!!!!

The MIGHTY CORGI.  (Someone sez I've been a bit big for my britches.  WHAT IS SHE TALKING ABOUT?)

On the way home Tucker and I were sleepy (and still barfy) boos.

And now we're like total awesome herding friends.  I can't wait to play again!  I've been studying hard watching this documentary.

That'll Do Pig
Babe at MOVIECLIPS.com

And I should extend a big THANK YOU to my buddies over at Lucky Skies for taking me along with them even though I barfed. And especially thanks to their ape who had this PAWESOME idea and took us all in his big van.

Thank you evfurbody!

Well, my burpday extravaganza is over and, I must say it was the best ever!  Granted, it was my first burpday, but still, awesome.

I started things off with a little marrow bone appetizer.  And then I followed it with a second course...(warning: a bit graphic):

7 POUNDS OF BEEF.  In one of the greatest injustices of all time, I had to share it with the other dogs who were not having burpdays.  Fair? No. But I am a benevolent Potus so I will let it slide.  But things only got better from there.  You see, you guys raised enough for me to take ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS to the SPCA for Miss Taboo to get better from her heartworms.  

I love riding in the car, wind in my ears, free as a bird, wild at heart in my microvan.

Here's my STOKED face.  As soon as I got to the SPCA a volunteer asked "Is that dog Capone?" which was my tuff guy name before I became Otis T. Potus. See, she knew me back in the day and insisted on hugging me and smothering me with love.  Hey, lady, save some lovin' for everyone else! And then the staff came and hugged me and admired my incomparable handsomeness.  And then...

Guess who's got that junk in the trunk??

TABOO!  Look!  SHE SWOONED AT THE SIGHT OF ME.  It happens.  Ladies, don't forget your smelling salts when meeting with the Potus.

We're both chill (and she's supposed to be taking it easy with the worms in her hearts) but she still was interested in playing just a bit.

Look, we have the same bent leg pittie walk!

And it might appear that I am leering like a dirty old man.  It's just bad photography.  I swear.

Definitely not a dirty old man.

I did a little Otis snuggle to help heal her heart. Thanks to everyone for giving me the best prezzie EVER. Well, I wish we could bring Taboo home but we don't have room (I suggested booting the noisy little one or maybe the screaming teenager.  Apparently these are not options.) 

THANKS to everyone!  (But especially to Taboo.  Get better, gal!)