Holiday!

Did you know yesterday was a national holiday? In fact, it was one of our most important holidays: NATIONAL ICE CREAM DAY! That's a holiday I can get behind.

My ma ape found a new kind of ice cream made by the people who make the commercial raw we sometimes get. She thought it would be good for us because it is sweet potatoes and molasses.

We approve of the packaging. The dog paws say PAWS OFF, APES!

One for Wally.

One for the Bean Man (who had polished his off before pictures could be taken.)

And one for Ethel. Two, actually. She dropped her first one and a certain bratty teen stole it.

Here is my review:

LIP SMACKING GOOD. (Though, my ma ape sez, obscene expensive so she's going to make it for us herself next time.)

Another satisfied customer.


If you did not celebrate then you probably should do so immediately. I declare it GLOBAL ICE CREAM DAY so all my dog bloggy friends around the world an have a cuppa ice cream.

Ice Cream & Other Good Things!

OK, there have been a lot of OTHER DOGS stealing my blogthunder but I would like to take a moment to plug this raffle for the All God's Creatures Pitbull Rescue. My buddy Rulon, who is fostering the Five Happy Hounds, is helping with the raffle. Go Rulon!

And now I have to give a shout-out to my girl Narra and her brothers Jackson, Tuchuck, and Rousseau who brought us some DOG ICE CREAM:


Miss Priss Ethel did not want to eat it because it was made of fruitables and not meatables:

But the boys dug right in!


We heartily approve!

And we never look goofy while we eat:




And now it's time to work off that sugar rush!


Catch me if you can! (You can't.)

The Chillaxympics, Opening Ceremonies!

As many of you may know, Lenny (who has an impeccable human rights record) is hosting the PAWLYMPICS over at his blog and has events EVERY DAY. That is one ambitious wire guy! Some of us, however, live with Lazy Apes. Some of us may have been worried about the mandatory drug tests (I'm not naming names but someone does have some plump lips). I have commiserated with several of my pals who suffer from a similar malady (Apeus Slackus)--Stan Man, Sophie, and Joe Stains (representing the Republic of Gooberstan, The World [cuz she rules it], and the Yankees, respectively). We have decided that we will sit in the stands, drink beers, and heckle! It's going to be a GREAT TIME. I hereby call this the Chillaxympics. Because we are both chilling and relaxing! Anyone else who would like to join us, here is what you must do to celebrate the Dog Days of Summer:

1) Get in the stands and watch the Pawlympics over at Lenny's place! Hoot! Hollar! Heckle!
2) Prepare copious amounts of snacks, get some drinks from the Corgi Lounge!
3) Chill! Relax! Enjoy life!

Here is our team, representing the Dog's Republic of Wallymelon, in the opening ceremonies which involved the ceremonial eating the Frosty Paws and Blueberries and Wallymelon:



Our opening team member, ETHEL the EATER:


She's dainty but can get down to business when she needs to!

Oscar the Obnoxious! Who ate so fast we only got one picture!


And our anchor, WALLY TAMALE!


Often underestimated due to his advanced age he can down the 'paws like no other! You other dogs don't stand a chance when it comes to the Chillaxin'!


If you are participating in the Chillaxympics you may either send me a photo to post OR post one on your blog! Show us all how you are masters of the Chillaxing!

I've got mail!

My ma ape is totes jealous because I got loads of mail this week and all she gets is bills and ads for stuff she doesn't want. I got an e-mail from HER friend Alice.

And I got a postcard from Oregon! My Grammie and Moco and Dawson thought I needed a reminder of what the Pacific Ocean looks like.

And then I got mail from O-Hi-O. My friends at Jackman Ave had told me about A Place for Paws where they make the raw meaties so you don't have to get them from the meat industrial complex so I took my ma ape's plastic and hit the Internets! A week later:

That is 100 pounds of meat! Most of it went into the freezy box:

And the some of it was dehydrated like this:

I had to sample some items like the chicken feet. I took these picture for my GranNE who hates chickens because she used to be a microbiologist (though I don't think she's that small--she's like my ma ape's height) and had to take blood from the chickens and they tried to draw blood from her:

They taste great GranNE! I would even share with you!

Or not. Thanks for the meatie suggestion, Sherman! And I highly recommend A Place for Paws! They were totally fast and TASTY.

birthday bash!

dudes!!! wally took away my caps lock key so you will have to trust that i am shouting! shouting! shouting! excited about my buuuuuuurpday.

look i got a booooone.


and do you see my pretty pretty new collar? it makes me even more superduper pretty. don't you think, don't you think? (hi pippa! hi tuchuck! hi maxyv! hi bear!)


look! wally looks stoooopid!


and i got to go to the field field field. i wanted to cover wallywally in tennis ball fuzz and roll him around but he said no no no.


loook i am 2fast 2furious for the camera! woooooooooooo!

and i took a boudoir photo of wallywally in my new bed! he got a new bed for being a crybaby so i got a new bed for being so so good but i sleep in the one that i tore the bottom out of anyway. haha!

happy burpday toooo meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

A Week in Presents!

So here's the deal--next Wednesday is my sissy's burpday so I've been stocking up on presents for her. I tried to take my ma ape's ECONOMIC STIMULUS TAX REFUND CHECK to the store to buy my sissy dozens of monkey sticks but apparently my paw is not an adequate substitute for my ma ape's signature--whatev.

Anyway, we've gotten a bunch of stuff in the mail-and not even for ME or my SISSY!!??? What the? Who would send my APES presents?

First, my rabbit friend Finlay's owns an ape who helps other people sell books and she sent my ma ape some books! Including this one!


My ma ape decided to try to rule the world and made Buko Cupcakes (Coconut/Lime) and Cookies & Creme Cupcakes and we agreed that these cupcakes WOULD do a better job of ruling than our current President. And also they taste better.


And then--THEN--we got a bright green package that our mail carrier puzzled over for some time because it was addressed to "The Ma Ape of Wally T. Corgador." The mail lady is quite often bemused by the assortment of mail items addressed to me but this one made her laugh out loud. And we opened it and it was from GOOBERSTAN! For my MA APE! He must be moving in on her. Well, there's plenty of her to share, buddy. Goober sent me a fish for smooching (photos to come later) and also was so thoughtful and knew that my ma ape was a vegan so he sent her TAFFY! Texas Taffy! My ma ape decided to share it with us.


And even though Stan said I *could* (not *should*) share with sissy, I did.


And I did enjoy it, StanMan. Here I am pretending to eat it with YOU, big guy:


But the piece de resistance from GooberStan was a Colbert for President T-shirt! I tried it on but I prefer shirts that allow me to show off my figure, especially my ripped abs, so I let my ma ape have it. Here she is thinking she's funny.


Thanks Finlay and GooberStan! (And also to your apes.)

Pizzle Huntin'

I had been snackless for almost a week. No pizzle. So I decided to take matters into my own paws. It was time to put on my pizzle hunting outfit (courtesy of Gooberstan) and head out.


I even recruited an accomplice:


Our initial perusal of the lawn did not yield any bull sightings so I decided to try another tactic.

First I dug a hole.


Then I hid in the hole.


Then I set the bait--my sissy grazing on grass. Surely a bull would mistake her for a grazing cattles, right?



And was our mission successful?




Mission accomplished.


I can't tell you how I did it. It did involve some big, sad eyes and a ma ape with weakness for big headed dogs.


Tastes as good as if I'd caught it myself.