Wednesday, 16 April 2014

If You Were A Dog On Woofing Wordless Wednesday!


On Woofing Wordless Wednesday we say peeps we bet you wish you were more dog.



What dog attribute would your peeps wish they had? She who must be obeyed ignored can't run to save her life so I bet she'd like my speed.

Have a wonderful Wednesday all. 

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

The Spam Scam On Thoughtful Tuesday!


So I am sitting on she who must be obeyed ignored's knees whilst waiting for my crew.


Thought I'd better check out my pee-mail. Hey I got one here from Nigeria saying they need me to urgently send them some money or I will be cursed for eternity.


This one is asking me to send $100 so they can process my $2 million lottery win.


Oh my, now this one says I have a huge inheritance waiting for me and all I have to do is send $500 for the solicitor to process my claim.


How about this one that says they want some money and they will make sure I have good luck for ever and ever.


Phew, those are exhausting I think I need a drink.


 
Dear folks in Nigeria
 
I am a dog.
I have no money.
I don't do the lottery.
I have no pups or dog family in your country.
BOGOFF and not the super market kind.
 
Yours Angry Of Suburbia.




Do you get spam and do you find them funny but irritating?

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Share It Sunday Heart Like A Dog!

Nominated by last week's guest blogger Two Brown Dawgs.

The Drinkin’ Bone’s Connected To The….


A few years back country singer Tracy Byrd had a song called “Drinkin’ Bone.”
For the record, it’s a catchy tune so if you happen to google the song and it gets stuck in your head, don’t blame me.  Cause’ I reckon most of you have never heard this song before so the odds of you getting ear worm are pretty slim.
Anywhoo, the lyrics go like this:
The drinkin’ bone’s connected to the party bone
The party bone’s connected to the stayin’ out all night long
And she won’t think it’s funny
And I’ll wind up all alone
And the lonely bone’s connected to the drinkin’ bone
Today I want to go on the record and say, my drinkin’ bone’s connected to the Sampson Stone.
First off, we are a week into the full ACL tear and Sampson has adjusted to getting around on three legs.  He still waits as long as he possibly can to pee and poop,  but lately he’s decided that a three-legged dog can do anything his four-legged sister can do.

I’ve taken to having him wear his collar and tags in the house when we are home.  This serves three purposes.  1)  It allows us to quickly hook him up to his leash to take him outside.  2) It gives us something to grab if he decides he’s wonder dog.  3) The tags jingle which helps keep tabs on what he’s up to.
Holy Woof-a-geddon, this dog is driving me to drink.  By the time this ACL surgery and rehab is over,  I’ll be in a different type of rehab.   It’s like a drinking game for dog parents, every time Sampson does something he shouldn’t be doing, or I start worrying about the procedure,  I take a drink.  Thank goodness I have a ‘go-to’ alcohol no matter what time of day it is.
For instance Monday morning when Sampson came galloping into the bedroom, I knew he was intending on jumping on the bed.  I sat strait up and screamed, “NO” just as he launched himself onto the bed.
The next words out of my mouth were, “Bring me the Carolans.”  Thank goodness my co-worker just made a trip to New Hampshire and brought me back this large bottle.  It should get me through next week.
Thank god for Carolans, and coffee.  Of course it’s also good over ice.
My vet called me Monday afternoon to check and see how we were doing.  I turned into a blubbering mess.   Will he be scared sitting in a crate?  He’s never stayed at overnight at the vets before.  I’m comfortable with your practice, but I don’t know these people, what if they have a bad person working there?    I ended up crying on the phone.
Thankfully Sangria is the perfect afternoon drink.
After I gathered my wits about me, I called my vet’s office and asked for her voice-mail.  I wanted to apologize for my earlier freak out.  That didn’t turn out so well.  I ended up crying again.
A nice glass of vodka on the rocks is perfect for sipping in the late afternoon.
Monday night I went downstairs to visit my mom while Hubby worked on getting a fire started in the fireplace.  When I came back upstairs Sampson was on the couch! How did he get there? I asked.
Hubby turned, puzzled and stared at the couch, then back at me.  “I don’t know, I was working on the fire” he muttered.
I rolled my eyes, “Would you like to join me in a shot of Tequila?” I asked.
The phone rang, it was my vet assuring me I had nothing to apologize for.  Our dogs are like family members and it’s natural for us to be upset and worried in situations such as these.
After a lovely ten minute chat we hung up with her advising me to have a beer.
Yesterday I pulled on my big girl panties and called the specialist. (For the record, the receptionist was wonderful, she and I laughed quite a bit throughout this conversation.)
Me: I’m very anxious about this surgery.
Receptionist: You have an amazing surgeon.
Me: Yes I know, but it’s not him I’m worried about.  I have a few questions.
Q: Is Sampson going to be alone in a kennel?  He’s used to our vet staff and I know the staff goes back and loves on him all day long. He’s a very social dog, he loves people.
A:  There will be someone with Sampson all day long, he will get plenty of attention.
Q: I understand he’s going to be shaved and catheterized, will he be sedated while that’s being done?
A: Oh yes, he will be sedated for that.
Q: I’m worried that he’ll be scared sitting in a crate all day.  Can I bring something of mine to stay with him?  I have to drop him off in the morning and his surgery isn’t until the afternoon.
A: Oh no, his surgery is scheduled for the morning (around 9:00) he will be up and moving about at least a couple of times that day.  He will go outside to potty.  And yes, you can certainly bring something in to keep in his kennel.
Q: Will you call me after the surgery?
A: The Dr. will call you after the surgery.
Q: How’s your kennel staff?  Are they nice?  Competent?
A: The kennel staff is wonderful.  You can call at anytime up until 7:45 pm to check on him.
Me: I’m sorry, it’s me.  I’m a nervous mom.  I’m the one that needs to be sedated.  Actually, this dog is driving me to drink, in fact I’m drinking now.
YO, someone, anyone!   I’m gonna need another bottle of wine over here!
Don’t believe everything you read. She drinks because she likes it. Would a face this cute lie to you?

Continuing to give something back on my 'Share It Sunday'. We all share and we grow together. Pop over and say hello and make a new friend.

From the author Molly The Wally. 

Saturday, 12 April 2014

Dog House Blog, Stupid Student Saturday!


When a student tried to be clever and no doubt play up to their classmates by wiring a rather rude letter to the teacher I bet they were not expecting this reply? 


Dear English IV Teacher
During my time in your class It's been fun enjoyed the class for the most part. You're a pretty cool teacher and you taught us a lot. But seeing that this senior project is over I plan to do no more work for English IV. I believe that my classmates will agree when I say this next statement: F*** You, F*** English IV, I'm pretty much out this b****. Oh and that essay you want us to write for wuthering heights..f*** that too or any other work you're expecting us to do
Sincerly every Senior @MCK
Teacher's reply
The teacher marked the letter with red pen, correcting grammar throughout, writing: "Don't start a sentence with a conjunction", and "is there a better synonym for this?". The teacher eventually signs off their marking, writing: "Please use your education appropriately. Proofreading takes five minutes and keeps you from looking stupid."
Now that has to be classic on Stupid Student Saturday. Who looks the fool now?

Friday, 11 April 2014

Dog House Blog, The Furs Are Flying On Freaky Friday!


They say let sleeping dogs lie but maybe they should include our kitty friends too. Yes the craze for grooming and trimming and putting dyes in our furs has spread to the feline world. Be Loud, Be Proud’ may be a motto we would happily shout out but not over in New Jersey, where the world’s largest pet grooming summit has just taken place. Some 2,000 moggies entered ‘Inter-Groom’, where  they were transformed into exotic creations including lions, tigers, birds and, even wild flowers. They do not look very happy about it and nor are we. Horses, rabbits and other assorted pets it could be your turn next. The furs are flying on freaky Friday.





Have a fabulous Friday and if you are in New York run and hide my kitty friends.

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Flog It Blog It, Techno Thursday With RoboRoo!


It seems technology advances these days at lighting speed and we have to say we were super impressed with Festo's bionic kangaroo which we call RoboRoo. No it is not a Dystopian Antipodean nightmare but a bot that runs on kinetic energy. They are also responsible for the robotic seagull.





We wonder what will be next? Kind of amazing and creepy at the same time. Would you like a robot and if so what would it be? Yes mine would be a bionic tree rat. Endless hours of fun. Off to email Festo right now.

We dedicate this post to Fozzie M here down under and all the roos at their place.