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4th of Poo-ly!

Happy 4th of July everyone! It is EDGRR B POOPACABRA'S first fourth of Poo-ly! We hope everyone is safe from those loud firecracky thingies that drive us batty. Wally HATED him some firecrackers but we're not so bothered by them. It helps that we are from one of six states that bans 'em (except in sanctioned displays). Hooray! What we DO like is BBQ, baby! And this year our ma ape went and got a GRILL! I had to show her how to do it right because corgis always know exactly how to do things and we are not shy about telling you.

To do grillings you have to get some charcoals. I approve!

Fire that sucker up!

Keep a respectful distance from the heats.

And be careful lest smoke gets in your eye.

Otis likes to show off his patriotism. Ahem.

As a Philthydelphian (or Philthydelphia adjacent) I like to show off my BRUDDERLY LOVE.

Um, sometimes I get carried way.

Otis helped direct the photo shoots. We also got some of those shish-ka-boobs! We love those raw zukes and peppers. It will make some EPIC gas laters!

Our ma ape needed a lot of supervision.

In fact all of us boys did a good job doing what boys do best--BOSSING and SUPERVISING and MAKING MORE MONEYS.

Ethel kept a respectful distance.

Even when the tuna steak was on the grill.

Our ape ate corns and barbecued seitan!

And red white and blue puddin with fruits.

We nommed on very patriotic wallymelon.

We pledge allegiance to the melon! (No photos of me as Land Shark does not give you any time for photos even if you're lucky enough to walk away with your fingers.)

All in all we had a great 4th of poo-ly! Lounging, eating, posting for photos, being AWESOME.

Labels: brudderly love, edgrr, ethel, food, fourth of july, grill, holidays, oscar, otis, wallymelon

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.

Labels: edgar, ethel blogs, food, holidays, meatables, oscar, otis, play, presents, vet

Bad Santa!

No nice, only naughty for this Santa! Edgrr was shivering this morning so the ma ape got him a sweater. What happened next was documented in horrifying detail by the Other Ape with the Fancy Camera. Do not let your children see this. It is worse than finding out that Santa isn't real.

He looks sweet and innocent.

But he sees you when you're sleeping.

He knows when you're awake.

He knows if you've been bad.

Or badder.

And he will eat you like a steak.

Labels: christmas, edgar, fashion, holidays, oscar, otis, play, silly, sweater

The Story of the First Thanksgiving

This is the first thanksgiving. Our first thanksgiving without Wally, who was a big fan of the pawliday. (Read about it here). And our first thanksgiving with two newcomers in a new land, Otis and Edgrr. We thought we would share with you the story of The First Thanksgiving.

Oscar and Ethel had lived in the New World for a long time (like decades in dog years!) and they welcomed newcomers, even these new arrivals with their strange was and most unusual colors. But these newcomers were ALWAYS hungry and needed many foodables to sustain themselves. And so a feast was prepared to welcome them to their new world!

Quails! With pumpkins, green beans, and sweet potatoes, the bounty representative of our native foodables, grown (bought) in the native soil (Trader Joe's).

And a bounty for all the dogs! Even the lil' ones who had a hard time with their birds.

Now let's give some thanks!

Ethel gives thanks for tennis balls, girls nights out, meatables, for being a girl, and for closets to hide from her brudders.

OBST gives thanks for being a perpetual teen queen, for brudders who let him put them in his mouths, for foodables of all sorts, for ma apes to cling to, and for patient apes.

Otis gives thanks for snuggle balls, foodables of all sorts, for wallymelons, for the SPCA, for naps, for giant heads and the apes who cannot resist them.