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This is an action film. Be certain you are seated in a secure spot before you begin watching cuz we are about to blow you away.

Or something.  (Please be patient, we are learning our camera!)

ALARMING DEVELOPMENTS!

No, the development is not that the ma ape has hit the road with us and the corgi as FUGITIVES FROM THE LAW because she has decided to thieve him from the SPCA. No, I--Otis Potus--have made an alarming discovery. See, we thought the ma ape brought home a sweet little corgi puplet, a 15-pound slip of sweetness.


But, SEE!??!?? Do you see that devilish look in his eye?

And do you SEE the shark face of the little man on the right here?

Oh yes, I believe this is not a corgi atall. Our ma ape sometimes uses a cooking technique called reduction in which you cook and cook and cook out the liquid until you get down to a very concentrated, flavorful, small amount of the original liquid. I believe this corgi is a SHEPPY REDUCTION! A PINT-SIZED SUPER PEPPY SHEPPY!

Dog help us all!
He has launched himself (literally) into the shark-faced work of sheppy-dom with aplomb.

And has pwned OBST.

Love, and corgis, conquer all.


OBST is smitten and does not realize the great peril.

Of our own little Napolean.

But maybe OBST will recognize the threat before it is too late!

Though I'd say that ship has sailed. That's my snuggle ball (which he already peed on). And my antlers.

I must alert the world to the pint size peppy peril! First, I must remind you of my own alarming handsomeness.


CAN THIS PITTIE STOP THE PEMMIE PERIL???

Kiss me, I'm Otis!

'lo all! We were too busy drinking enjoying the out of doors that we forgot our Paddy's Day Post!

The sheppys were busy playing Fighting Irish dancing a lovely jig:

While I was busy supplying the tunes. Here is one of my faves because it has my name, Ms. Otis, and The Pogues:

Like their lead singer I have some awesomely gnarly teeth!

Slainte!

Oh Otis

Well hello there.

The sheppys off doing Adderall or whatever it is that makes them spazpants and makes them so skinny so I am taking over the keyboard to say hello and clear up some spurious claims.


First, I am not fat. I just wear horizontal stripes which are not flattering to my sturdy figure.

Second, I am NOT so smelly that a blast of my breath can send the most tolerant sheppy running.

And, Mr. Torkelson, that is NOT a WASSUP face as I am nothing if not dignified.


And I am NOT short. The sheppys are freakishly tall (though the lady one has some great gams on her).

And I most certainly DO NOT snore. Video or it didn't happen.

Thank you.

Wally told us he would haunt us if we didn't take GOOD CARE of his FRIENDS. (Also he said NO CAPS LOCK or SCREAMING). So we wanted to say THANKS to all his friends for your kind words . We miss our little bossy bud and knowing he had so many friends means a lot to us. We were lucky he adopted us (as he frequently reminded us) and we're lucky he came with so many good pals.

The Subdued Peppy Sheppys

How Much is that Doggie in the Window?

Since she has been home for the pawlidays, my ma ape has discovered that my sissy has a favorite spot to hang out during the day, in the windowseat! Our neighbor has told my ma ape about it and how my sissy is a most effective alarm system but she had not seen it until recently. See?

My ape does not yet know that we are running a Red Couch District not unlike the Red Light District in Hamsterdam:

We are renting out my sissy by the hour and I am certain that with her long, lithe legs she will be much in demand. She is available for tennis ball fetching, sheppy wrestling, and squirrel chasing. I am confident she will do a better job at any and all of these things than the ladies in the windows. They couldn't even remember to put all their clothes on!

mY BesTIes! (by OBST!)

It is time for OCCASIONAL OSCAR! I'm SUPERMAD at Wally because he won't let me have a NEW BRUDDER and also Wally's GIRRRRRLFRIEND RANDI wanted OCCASIONAL OSCAR so he said I could DO IT so long as I promise not to wear out the CAPS LOCK OK?

Do you see me here with my buddy Tuchuck? Here we are looking most intelligent:

Chuckie had a foster brudder named HARLEY who is like OBST in reverse! TSBH! Teen Super Bean Harley!

We met at the park and here I am teaching him about my tongue.


I chilled w/my buddy Chuck.

And did zoomies in the PARK! LOOK I AM A BRUNETTE IN A SEA OF BLONDS! Harley is going to a NEW HOME this weekend. He is moving to Master Chew Sits which is where Mango and his AWESOME crackerdog brother Dexter live!

And then the apes took me to the SPCA! OMD GUYS I WILL BE GOOD DON'T LEAVE ME! But really I was just there to see MY BESTIE JUGHEAD!

We were supposed to get out our PISS AND VINEGAR!


OMG we are so much fun! Jughead is telling me a funny JOKE and I am laughing with my TEETH!

We make the BEST FACES!

I bite his HEAD!


It does not fit in my MOUTH!

OOOOOOOOOOF! Watch out for the shorties!


This was the most fun EVAR! OBST SLEEPING!

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)

Tag, We're It!

Wally's friend Mango's labradude brudder (can you follow all that!) tagged US THE PEPPY SHEPPYS! We have to tell you TEN THINGS about US. Not about WALLY and not just ONE THING! TEN THINGS! PEPPY SHEPPYS! NO WALLYS! PEPPY SHEPPYS!

See Wally--LEFT BEHIND!

Now here's ETHEL PEPPY SHEPPY! FIVE THINGS!

1. My name used to be DALLAS! They could have named Oscar FORT WORTH but they changed my name instead!
2. I got spayed TWICE! At my shelter they opened me up and MY BITS WERE ALREADY GONE.
3. I like to break up fights so when my brudders bark at the neighbor dog I will get between them in the fence. If they start to PLAY I also break it UP because I don't want them to fight. OR I MIGHT JUST BE JELLY!
4. I fought Narra and Narra won!
5. I TACKLED A DEERS!

OSCAR BEAN, SUPER TEEN, FIVE THINGS!

1. I have fantastic car manners! I always get in and lie down and don't try to get in the front like certain GIRL SHEPPYS.
2. I am actually the GIRLY sheppy even though Ethel is the GIRL SHEPPY. I scream all the time and I'm a total mama's boy who needs constant reassurance.
3. I have CORPOPHAGIA which sounds like a fancy disease but really I just EAT POOP.
4. I got NEUTERED and SPAYED! I was CRYPTO-ORCHID which means I couldn't go any of those teabagging parties yesterday!
5. I like food EVEN MORE than WALLY! I mean even more than Wally likes food. I think I like Wally more than I like food which is a lot because I LOVE FOOD. And two of my favorites are BANANERS and MAPPLES! I like them whole and I eat them with my mouth WIDE OPEN so I can chew real loud!

THESE ARE TEN THINGS! Don't you wish Wally didn't hog the BLOGGY SO WE COULD SHOUT AT YOU MORE!

Wally says we need to stop blogging like Kanye West in all caps and nonsequitors. WHAAAAAAT? OUTTIE 5000, Gs!

--OSCAR BEAN & ETHEL JEAN, PEPPY SHEPPYS, ESQ.

Ice Ice Baby

Our tasty tasty snow has turned into ice. And not even tasty ice like Wudder Ice like we have in Philly. Nasty, dirty, crunchy, slippy, awful ice. I am NOT pleased. Even though I am close to the ground I still slip slide around.

And even on the ice, the peppy sheps cannot GIVE IT A REST!

See me in the background not caring about the mayhem and the foolishness?

This ice is good for nothin' and this morning it was really stressful trying to go for a walk on the ice and so I just wanted to stop so I PASSED OUT! Like I did in December. But this time I popped right back up. Well, as fast as you can pop up on a sheet of ice! And because I fainted we got to go home and eat breakfast. My ma ape says I should not teach this trick to my friends but it TOTALLY WORKS. Ahem, I mean, do not pretend you are a fainting goat, ok?



I could not convince the ice to turn into the snow no matter how much I swooned.

Or made faces at it.

I am officially ready for spring.



And, um, when you're in Philly don't order the Yellow Wudder Ice: