A Moment of Silence

We'd like to take this moment to note the passing of Paul the Psychic Octopus, who was quite successful in picking the winners in the previous World Cup. We will miss you, our many-armed friend, even if you did doom our beloved Netherlands.

Our Lousy Weekend!

We had a TERRRRRRRRIBLE weekend and everyone should feel really sorry for us (and prolly send us snacks). We were very excited for the World Cupables and a weekend of good footie. But things got off on the wrong foot when I got into the RRRRRONDO car! (See ya in my Kia!)



I am most gentlemanly in the car and when we put the seats down I can lounge like a lady totally cool bro of leisure. I figured we MUST be going somewhere PAWESOME. Maybe to see my besties? Or to the dog park? Or the swimming pool?

NO! We took a wrong turn and wound up at the VET's OFFICE! I was even most helpful and showed the ma ape where the door is. Let's goooooo! But she was too dumb to escape when we had the chance. I got my annual poke n' grope and when they weighed me I was 78.6! Almost 80 pounds! I am bigger than Otis! I am almost a man!

And afterwards I got to go to the dog foodable store to pick out snacks which was pawesome until I YELLED at the dudes working in the store. Ooops.

Then things were looking up! WHOA!

In spite of this pho-to MY TEAM Germany beat Uruguay to get THIRD PLACE which is what ETHEL sez I win in our house! THIRD OF THREE! I WIN! Then it was time for the BIG GAME. Otis was very excited because our bud Joe Stains is a Netherlands fan and we wanted to root for the BIG ORANGE!

But when it got started this is how we looked:

Eyes wide shut!

Because this happened:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Those Spaniards won! And we know who to blame!

Paul the Octopus! He's in Germany and was correct in every game that he picked! Including picking Spain! How could you do that to us Paul?

So we had one way to blow off our angrysteam. EAT PAULYMELON! OM NOM NOM!


Take that Paul!

Note: No octopi were harmed in the making of this post.

I WIN!

German 4-England 1

OBST 1- Your eyes 0

Next time I'm going to celebrate like this guy:

A Tale of Two Brudders

Ordinarily I love my brudder very very much but today we are MORTAL ENEMIES!

Fighting for SUPREMACY!



Why? Because there is a little footie match going on today. A storied rivalry!!


And I am a shepherd!


A GERMAN shepherd!



And Otis is separated at birth from ENGLAND star Wayne Rooney (who is much more attractive as a dog.)



WHO WILL WIN THE BIG GAME???

ONE, TWO, THREE!

Our ma ape is BACK and not a moment too soon because TOMORROW IS MY BURPDAY! Get ready for the TERRIBLE THREES! She says she is busy catching up on work and the World Cup but she will not be too busy to MAKE US ICE CREAM AND CAKE. (Or, alternatively, mega meats and ice creams.)

In the spirit of the World Cup we would like to recommend that you view our blog like this. It will also get you in a festive mood for my burpday!

OSCAR BEAN OBNOXIOUS TEEN!

Your O 2008

It is now the time of the sporting season when I am anxiously awaiting the start of the Cornhusker season as well as the inevitable disappointment by my baseball teams (Mariners/Cubs/Phillies). And this year filling in the gap is FUTBOL! Euro 08!

My team--Les BLEUS!--suffered from a bad case of Coachus Lameus and were knocked out in the first round. My sissy is a fan of Brazil (the beautiful game) so she doesn't have a horse in this race. My Auntie Ira's Russians just lost to Spain. So that leaves Oscar's team:

Deutschland!!!!!!!!!!!! They're playing in the final on Saturday so we got out the ole futbol to knock it around a bit:

But Oscar found himself playing defense more than offense.

Um, I'm not sure the mouth move is legal but no one got a red card:

Clearly Oscar needed help.

So we decided to play Boys Against Girls.

I taught Oskie one of my patented moves--the underbelly! You slip underneath your opponent and steal the toy/snack/bully stick. It didn't work so well for him because he has, um, legs.

He also tried one of my other moves, the Charm n' Grab.

And who won the Boys vs. Girls match?

Ethel, Ethel, Ueber Alles!

Hallow Weenie!

I've been trying to decide what to be for Hallow Weenie. I consulted with the Skeleweenie.


Here I am trying out my werewolf costume.


Howlin' at the Moon!


Or maybe I will be a soccer player!



Or maybe a soccer playing werewolf????

The Other Footie!

I happen to ALSO be a big ole fan of the OTHER football. This will be of some interest to some of my friends like Boo who is a fan and player himself. It may also be of interest to my friend Amber who doesn't care about ape sports and only likes the sports SHE can play! And she could play footie with me and my sissy!

Conveniently it is time for the Women's World Cup in soccer! And that means we'd better get ourselves some gear! See what my ma ape brought us! A ball! With loads of flags on it! I don't really have a favoritest team (since Les Bleus did not qualify!) but I do like the Scandahoovians and the Ghanans and the Canucks. Their flags are all on my ball!


Jeez Ethel! You could melt the ball with that stink!

Here I POUNCE on it!


I'm a real good goalie who can stop the ball when the ma ape kicks it to me.


And then I wait for my handsome reward!


My sissy is a bit, erm, rougher with the ball.


She has a technique that I think would be frowned upon by FIFA.


When we were done playing we, of course, had to be rewarded for our fine footie skills and so we got dried tripeable snackables! My ma ape wanted us to eat them because she said they "smelled worse than my jack mack gas!" I don't know what she's talking about! Smelly food=Tasty food.


Ethel agrees!


I'd like to send a get well soon shout out to Herbie who is under the weather and Buster whose 'rents have the flu and couldn't even fetch him donuts today. So get well to them and poor, starving Buster.

Boring Like Beckham

While I am working on my acting chops (see my Oscar-worthy performance in Like a Dead Bird below), I thought I would show you a picture of my sissy and I auditioning to play the role of David Beckham. We watched his debut last night in an exhibition match with Chelsea.

And while the stadium sold out and there were at least 9 kazillion cameras there, he spent most of the time on the bench due to a hurt ankle. This is what it looked like:


And then some more sitting and looking, and sitting, and looking, and occasional chatting, and then more sitting. But they caught it all on camera. And did running commentary on Beckham's sitting.


I think I should get the role because, while David Beckham may have limited ankle usage, he appears to have complete control over his tongue and does not let it loll around outside of his mouth like a CERTAIN dog in in this photo. (and AlSO he is BEYonD his PRIME YEERS just like YOU--haha! Ethel rulz!)

Also, I am devastatingly handsome which I hear is also the case with Mr. Beckham. I cannot comment about whether my ma ape spent her time sipping champagne and chatting with celebrities during this shoot as did Mrs. Posh Beckham.

Goooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaalllllll!

We are SO BORED! The World Cup was last summer and the women's isn't for another year! So we decided to play a little futbol.

My sissy pretends she is Peter Crouch from England.




I suspect they might both be SUMDs (Skinny Ugly Mutant Dogs-(tm) Lurchers)

All legs and arms.



I don't know if my sissy does the robot dance, though.


I play goalie like Oliver Kahn from Germany. Nothing gets by me.


Me and Oliver are good goalies because we have big square heads! Unsere grosser Koepfen!



I think I won because I don't think you're allowed to bite the ball, Ethel. RED CARD!