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.)

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!)

The Pittie and the Pemmie

Edgrrr loves his bruder OBST. It is the kind of love in which they spend a lot of time showing each other their teeth. And zoomie skills.

Indeed, it is a relationship filled with exercise. Exercise for the dogs, exercise for our ma ape's patience. But there is also another special relationship. Brudderly love, even.

It is a relationship of mutual admiration.

And passionate lust.

And the occasional need for a sheppy intervention.

And anyone who believes that a May-December romance cannot work...

Does not understand the power of puppy love.

Q&A Continued

Q (from Ike): Who is your girlfriend?

A (from Otis): Line up ladies! As you can see, I've been practicing with my brudder.

HAPPY VD!

SPCA Saturday has been delayed to celebrate the DAY OF LOVE! Oh yes. And I made a very special card to celebrate the day!

AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oscar thought if we covered his eyes you wouldn't know it is him. HAHA! And now here is a little interlude to celebrate a very special love:




And here is the couple I am dedicating this song to (two!)--the PEPPY SHEPPYS! Because it used to take only one sheppy but now it takes TWO!



And now here is a little something special for all of my special loves. Sam, Sophie, Randi, the Corgi Girls, MJ, Lola, Narra, Stan, Stella, Sherman (I seem to have a thing for the letter S) you all know I love you so! Here is a little work of art dedicated just to YOU!



And here is a little song just for you (the plural you):



Ain't we got love????

More on Wall-E

My bud Gussie sent me this review of the movie Wall-E that describes it as "a cinematic poem of such wit and beauty" Wit and beauty? Perhaps it IS about me after all? The story of a slightly physically imperfect but beautiful soul in search of love in a desolate world decimated by selfish, consumerist humans.


I can see the resemblance.

The Corganova at work.

Yes, I have been AWOL for several days, deep in thought as you can see:

I've been trying to think of how to help all of my friends who have asked for help in the romance/seduction front. As you can see, with a face like this I don't need much help:

I have come up with what I think is a foolproof plan. I am going to make Wally suits out of the fur from the furminator! This is hair that my ma ape brushed out of my BUM (I like to protect my ass-ets!)


To give you a sense of how much fur this is--here's the pile of fur relative to me. While it may take some time to make, say, a Mango-sized Wally suit, a few more sessions with the furminator should do it. As my ma ape likes to say, my fur production defies all law of mass and matter:


So I have many things to update you on this weekend including 1) news from RANDI about National Wallymelon Month 2) a certain GooberStan working on his charm with the ladies by sending my ma ape a package!!!!!! (she has been won over) and 3) a death in the stuffy family:


Lest you spend your entire Friday worrying, no monkey sticks were killed in the making of this photo. Maimed, perhaps, but not destroyed. Now--I have some blogs to read!

In the Doghouse with the Shermanator

I'm in really big trouble with my buddy Sherman, my BFF and one of my oldest bromances. See, in my last post I promised smooches with a few in reserve for some of my hottie girlfriends and my special gents. But I forgot Sherman. Oh man did I hear it from him! But I have a reputation to uphold in terms of my milkshake bringing all the boys to the yard so I've gotta really turn on the Wally charms here to win back my Sherms. So everyone else avert your eyes, this involves groveling.

See, Sherman, I'm begging:



On my knees even.


I'm ready to give you that smooch--eyes closed, mouth open.


(That means with tongue, dude).


And, if you need more enticement, a little centerfold shot:


And my best side.


Sherman, chicken backs just wouldn't be the same without you. I mean, I'd still eat 'em and all but they wouldn't taste as good.