My Book!

As I mentioned, I gave my ma ape a book of ME for Kiss-mas and I thought I would share some of the pictures that I helped the ape put into the book.

Here's my sissy in triplicate! Nooooooooo! (Pippa, you might enjoy this).

And here I am chasing TUUUUUCHUCK!


Now where's my Pulitzer? A Booker, mayhaps?

I'm a WEEEEEEEEEEEENER!

Do you see me dancing a jig of happiness!
Joy!
Ohmydog I can't believe it!

I won a raffle over at Sam's place! That makes me a weeeeeener! I would not like to thank anyone but myself because, let's face it, I'm pretty awesome.

I'm hoping Sam can sneak into the box and mail herself to me. Oh that would be the sweetest gift of all!

Olympic Fever

I hope everyone has been lovin' the Pawlympics over at Lenny's blog. I have been on the edge of the couch every day checking out the GREAT competition. Whew! I also watch the Naked Ape Games and I read this story in the NYT with great interest. It is about how certain body types lend themselves to certain sports so people tend to look similar. I told my ma ape she should go into sumo wrestling. She was not amused. I decided to figure out what body types OUR bodies look like.

My sissy Ethel is a runner.

And she has always reminded me of the British distance runner and marathon record-holder Paula Radcliffe. I'm fairly certain that if we dangled a tennis ball in front of Ethel she could probably run a marathon.

My baby brudder Oscar is also a runner who can go really fast in spurts--but he likes to run ALL the time and he is really loud and proud and never gets tired.

And he kinda reminds me of Usain Bolt--the world's fastest man who won the 100 and 200 and likes to celebrate--which he has plenty of time to do while waiting for everyone to catch up.

I am a compact dude.

Ethel suggested I should look to weightlifters for my body type:

But I think I'm a dead ringer for Canadian diver Alexandre Despatie who is very muscley, especially in the legs.. Tell the truth--can you tell which is which?



As a part of my Olympic training regimen I have decided to adopt the Michael Phelps diet of 12,000 calories per day.

No more diets! I'm in training.

And just for my friend Ruby (and her mom), here's Michael Phelps and his dog Herman.

Welcome to the Wallyverse!

Here I am IN SPACE, defying gravity:



As I previously reported, my Newf friends discovered that I am, in fact, the proprietor of my OWN GALAXY! Awesome, huh? Though I'm a little unsure what they mean when they say I'm "underdeveloped." My legs are SUPPOSED to be like this! I've been asked about what rules I will make as the high dictator of my galaxy. I've been thinking long and hard about it and this is what I've come up with:

• This is not a democracy, it is a DOGOCRACY.
• All-you-can-eat-anytime boo-ffet with meaty bones, bully straps, moo tubes, jack mack, froot smoosh, veggie smoosh, heartables, frosty paws, and even kibbles for those who so desire.
• No leashes, fences, or roads with cars.
• No cats, but mysteriously every morning there will be a kitty nonpareil on the pillow.
• I always get to sit on something that makes me taller than everyone else.
  
• No thunderstorms EVER.
• The naked apes will be seen (feeding us) but not heard.
• We all have portraits of ourselves that age, get sick, and hang out with Al Urgee, while we remain completely healthy, happy, and young.
• I get to sit at the opening to my galaxy and bark at passersby. And I never get in trouble for it.
• Sunday morning chats are every morning. In person. And Buster is as raunchy as he wants to be.
• There will be no Petfinder. Because all dogs have a home in the Wallaxy.
• "Short" shall be referred to as "Tall." "Tall" shall be referred to as "Weird."
• It's Happy Hour at The Corgi Lounge all day!
  

A Cool Thou!

This is my ONE THOUSANDTH POST! One G, g! I have been blogging for almost three years which gives me an average of a post per day. That's COMMITMENT.

And in honor of my one-thousandth post I would like to share with you something my friends the Newfs of Hazard discovered--a galaxy named after ME. Yes, the universe is my oyster!



Welcome to WallyWorld.