Back to Blog Sad News

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...

A Cracker Dog Crew

We have been lazy about posterating but we are inspired to post something NEW:  MANGOMINSTER 2012!  We have a COLLECTIVE entry for the CRACKER CRITTERS category.  If you read our blog you probably suspect the guilty party is EDGRR who constantly has his chompers out and is always shouting.  Or maybe Oscar Bean, Super Teen who is the screamiest sheppy in town.  NO!  We have a secret cracker dog in our house: OTIS T. POTUS.  You might thing: he is too old to be a crackerdog.  You would be wrong.  We submit for your pleasure a short video with evidence. While Otis may not have the speed, agilities, or jumping abilities of other cracker dogs, what he does have is dogged determination in the face of resistance. BEHOLD!



As you can see, Otis is the leader of a crackerdog crew, master of ignoring the ma ape, doing what he wants, and nommin' on what he pleases!

For an old man, Otis holds his own at SHARKFACE.

And he likes to get into bed and steal the pillows (and all the space.) Otis is entering this category to represent for the OLDS who can still be cracker dogs!

One Word Wednesday

Help.

Tragedy Tuesday

Well, this was an unexpected turn of events.  Our ape got out the furminator and she brushed and brushed and brushed Ethel.  And it turns out, underneath the mounds and mounds of fur....NOTHING!

Ed and I bravely combed through the mounds of floof.  Nada.

Alas, poor Ethel, we brushed her (too) well.

Otis Dances For Dollars!

Last weekend was a big weekend for us! It was the Delaware SPCA Open House! They were celebrating their makeover.  About 5 years ago they got new management that increased their adoption rate to almost 90%! Before not so many dogs made it out. And they would be put to sleeps if they 1) were sick or 2) were old  or 3) were pitbulls. I WAS ALL THREE!  Thank you new SPCA!  (That's thanks from the rest of the world who is so stoked to still have me in it, of course!)  

So I put on my money vest and I went to their Open House to Dance for Dollars.

I got lots of love and attentions from the adults and the kids. I took a fiver right out of one lady's hand. I was afraid she was going to try to put it in my g-string.

I raised big monies with my hot sexy bod.

And I met this lady, Priscilla!  I first thought maybe she could be the FLOTUS.

But, um, she was a bit too interested in some bits of me and tried to put babies in me!  Oh my!

We also met this little lady.

She's tuff! She takes candy from babies!

This is Annie, aka Rocks-Anne, she belongs to one of the Animal Control Officers and she is the pet-scot of the Wilmington Blue Rocks baseballs team!  Hubba hubba!

And here is Binks! He's at the SPCA and he's showing off his mad tricks with volunteer Janice who walks dogs all of the times and she especially loves the pibbles who have been there a long time.

I also met Mr. Titan who, like Priscilly, was a bit obsessed with my hind end.  I must have mad pheromones!

Rocks-Anne was especially fond of this cocker spaniel who was not certain what to make of his 8 month old, 80 lb girlfriend.

Do you recognize that equipment from SPCA Saturdays?  Yah, it's in the SPCA yard and they let dogs play off leash.  They did a fine job of teaching those young ladies some agilities!

Naked apes are not the smarterest but you can teach them a few tricks.

When I got most tired (of not eating hot dogs) I went home and Edgrr B. Poopacabra came!  He was proud of himself for not barfing in the car like usual.  Aim high, little dude.

And he met Ray who is a mighty nice feller who has been at the SPCA too long. Ed was not a successful fundraiser as he does not like new peoples and only warmed up when he saw a shepherd in the crowd!  Philanthropy fail.  So he stayed until the end pretending he is a meek, sweet lil' slip of a thing until it was time to go home.

Unfortch, he is a bit of a backseat driver but he safely guided the apes home to watch NEBRASKA BEAT THE WASHINGTON HUSKIES in the footballs (no actual Huskies were harmed in the trouncing by the BIG RED). 

I can't wait for my next chancertunity to do some more charity!  Especially if there are more hot dogs involved.  And if you want to put some bills in my virtual g-string you can donate at the SPCA's website!

I'm a Snooze Man

I became a bit concerned about the comments in our last blog post when many commenters mistook my obvious superior comportment for a lack of energy. I would just like to assure all my friends, especially the ladies, that I am quite spry for an old guy. Note how I feel the groove with my most large head which takes much energy to bob to the beat.



As this song by the nice fellow Rufus Thomas would imply, I am awake for at least 60 minutes a day.

How We Get Ready for the Day

We have a regular routine we like to stick to in the morning.  We get up at 4:30 for regular walkies.  Sometimes Otis goes with us and we are slow pokes. Sometimes he sleeps in and we zoom around the hood.  Then we eat our breakfasts.  Otis is fast at this.  Then we like to help our ma ape relax before she goes off to work.  We do this by WILDIN' OUT!  We are certain she finds this most calming.  See!



Note: We did not get it on film but Ed did make a nearly fatal error. He tried to hump Ethel. He is currently filming his episode of "I Shouldn't Be Alive." Nobody humps a lady.

After the Storm

Otis T. Potus, bravest pitboo on the block here.  We have made it through Irene!  She's still blowing air at us (not just the winds coming from our nervous bums, though that may be grounds for another state of emergency) but she is mostly gone.  We are still hopeful that our friends Gus and Teka in Richmond, VA will have power soon, and that Tula Monstah, Norwood, Mango & the Dexmeister, Agatha and Archie in Masterchewsits, Maggie n' Mitch in Connecticut, Asta and Petey in NYC, are doing well.  And close to us, Khyra who is without power and our besties Narra and the Dirty Dozen who also lost power.  WITH 12 DOGS IN ONE BASEMENT! Our ma ape is traumatized just thinking about it.

From what we can see this tree across the street from us is the worst of it:

We were outside when this happened in the pitch black and hear CRRRRRAAAAAACK!  We got inside with a quickness and our GranNE gave us a lecture about loitering around in the out of doors in storms.  Good thing we have a Nebraskan to help us with hurricane safety! Our ma ape is worthless!

This was our only casualty, a branch that fell on our ma ape while she was taking our pictures.  It caused her momentary discomfort as the leaves were quite slimy.  Also, Tnaner noticed that we may have dropped our house on someone wearing that shoe.  My lips are sealed.

Ethel is MOST relieved. She was nervous yesterday because she did googly eyes (where you can see the whites of her eyes) in all her pictures yesterday. She WILL NOT go outside if it is raining so the ape had to walk her in pouring rain!  Hilarious!

We spent some time in the basement during a tornado warning (there was a tornado in SoDel).  As you can see, this caused me a great deal of sturm and drang.  I am seething inside.

Ed was excited to get to have a slumber pawty in the basement.  He staked a claim to the blankie immediately because he is one greedy little bastard.

In the morning we did some sploring, though our ma ape is keenly aware it is still windy and branches could still fall on our delicate noggins.  Fortunately my skull seems to be made of motorcycle helmet material and is indestructible.  The little man, however, needs to protect what few brains he has.

I sent Tweedledee and Tweedledum out on a patrol anyway.

All's quiet on this eastern front!  But we're still not gonna tell you what happened to the witch in the shoe.

Here is a delightfully uneventful post-storm video:

Wordless Dirty Wednesday

Not what you were expecting?

Of Birthdays Major and Minor

Edgrr has been blowing up our twitter telling everyone that it is his burpday when his burpday, in fact, is not until August 21st, Sunday.  He is SO EXCITED because he's never gotten to have a burpday before.  Fortunately we were able to ease him into it with a pre-Edgrr burpday celebration of our ape being one year closer to decrepitude.  The ape made this peachy cake but it was so good she didn't have time to take pictures before it was nommed into oblivion.

We got her some things we KNEW she would love!  Our beautiful smiling faces and, you can kind of see in this picture--RAIN! She needed it for her plants that GranNE planted for her and she gets so tired hauling the hose all over the yard for the waterings.

We did have some help in procuring the rain, however, from The Other Ape who got our ape these awesome waterproofs sandals!  Surely that coaxed the rain out of hidings!  And then ma ape, Theo's ape and The Other Ape went to a documentary called Rise of the Planet of the Apes!  An chimpocracy, orangetangery and gorilla tactics is maybe just what this country needs!

We also did some funny stuffs for our ape.  Wheeeee!  Roly poly Potus.

Ed played with his Otis doll.

And then we opened our card from GranNE!  She sent us some of the green stuff, surely to buy us party supplies for Ed's burpday!  Thank you so much GranNE!  The card said "You don't have that old person smell yet."  Aw, it was nice of you to lie to the ma ape, GranNE!

Then we made our ape happy by doing hippo impressions and eating i screams.

Ed ate so fast all his pictures came out blurry.

Oscar's eyes crossed.

And Ethel ate ever so delicately.

And then our friend Theo's Ape gave our ape THIS!  It is Wally as a Foo dog!  She has always thought Wally looked like a Foo Dog!  Foo Dogs are actually guardian lions and now we have Wally Foo to protect us from evil.

If this is how we celebrate a minor burpday like our Ma Ape's imagine the blow out we're gonna have for Ed's!  Look out world!

ETA:  We totally forget the BEST part!  CHEESEBURGERS FOR JOE STAINS!  The Other Ape brought us burgers for our regular Joe Stains remembrance!