Beasley has declared May 8th Stuffy Appreciation Day, so get out your stuffies and show them off on your blogs this Thursday.
Are Beasley and Deetz twins?
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... oh hi, doggies. I just skipped over to Facebook tonight and there was a Dogbook message waiting for me from my neighbour, Denver.
Papa was out walking me a few weeks ago and we met up with Denver and his Daddy who live on the next street. He told Papa that Denver was on Facebook too and that he'd seen me there. That's a real coincidence because we live so close by, you'd think we'd have met snout-to-snout first. Anyway, when Denver got home, he sent me a Facebook message. I only got it tonight because I've been kind of lazy about Facebook lately. But now I'm going to make a playdate with Denver so we can chase eachother around the park and be hooligans.
Anyway, by "Sheltie fix," Denver meant that he knows Mama likes Shelties and Collies. In fact, when she and Papa were planning on getting a dog, Mama wanted a Sheltie. Imagine. I was almost a Sheltie. But Papa convinced her to get the dog he's always loved, so I'm a Boxer.
This is Denver's Facebook post:
Hey Chef. It was so funny bumping into you yesterday. As soon as your Dad told my Dad your name, my Dad recognized you from Facebook. A real cyber canine friend in the flesh. You are as handsome as me. Tell your Mom if she needs a Sheltie fix she can come see me anytime. Funny that we live so close to eachother and just met for the first time.
Tail wags and wet kisses to you.
And slobberlicks back @ ya, Denver!
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Now onto other good stuffs....
Guess what Mama bought me at the pet store yesterday?
,. As a special treat for doing so well and behaving myself at the show, she made a huge order at the dogpastry section and got me an assortment of yogurt dog cookies that had me slobbering all over the place.
Mr. Droolypuss watching Mama unwrap my cookies ...
... I want that eclaire so bad. Oooooh please hurry.
Mama hid them from Beauty and Rugrat but if they sniff them out, there's going to be big trouble. Those girls have a habit of tip-toeing around the house in the middle of the night and I'm sure they're up to no good. And they can jump very high and collapse themselves and slither into the tiniest cracks. I don't think my cookies are safe.
Beauty is the instigator. I'll have to keep my eye on that sneaky girl and make sure she and Rugrat don't eat my cookies.