the fetching stick :)

tiny chumley was more than happy to oblige this past weekend after he had exhausted the possibility that a bunny might be in our backyard. fetching? for snackies? uhm, like, yeppies!

The grass had grown long enough that sometimes he would lose sight of the stick i threw and bring back a different one, or sometimes a leaf, or sometimes nothing, accusing me ever so politely of a ruse i did not commit, and fully expecting his payment in full.

I like to think that every little wolf owner has a story about fetching. Some little wolves love to fetch. Others, like tiny chumley, fetch out of a certain kind of love, and others, love not fetching at all.

This week tiny chumley and I will be working on Etsy listings for our newest creation, a series of vibrant gilded fetching stick brooches, made with carefully fetched and aged hardwood sticks, gold toned leaf, hand formed pin assemblies, colorful pretty bits and bobs collected over years of making, and each adorned with a dangly little weenie pup whose pose and eyes pretty much adorably say it all.

I love how these little pretties turned out. You might also say they are quite..fetching! Ha I suppose that’s why I usually leave the marketing to baxter and duk duk. Who most defintely will be working the channels this week to get the word out so do stsy tuned. The doot, by the way, will be this Saturday the 5th of May, at noon and nine pm eastern standard time.
Happy Monday !! :)

every wolf knows

Tiny chumley happily buzzed about the backyard yesterday morning, sniffing his way through chest high grass and periwinkle, with his tail held high and perkily wagging to and fro like the hips of a dashboard hula girl. This time of year, it’s not the digging that interests tiny chumley so much as it is the smells, the faint, molecular trails of evidence that validate what the little wolf inside him already knows to be true - bunnies. Somewhere. But not sure where yet.

When the little kielbasa is in wolf mode, there’s no calling him to come back so we can go inside. There’s only me, and my gas mask, and the billion quadrillion pollen particles that I attempt to dodge as I go get him. By the time I reach down to carry him home, his displeasure is expressed by his little ears, pulled back and pasted flat, and ready to tell all who would hear his protest, Time to go inside isn’t dictated by sneezy moms, every wolf knows. Time to go inside is after you catch the bunny.

Luckily, forgiveness is only a lunchy lunch bowl away. And while I spent the afternoon toiling away on my
computer, tiny chumley blissfully slept by my side, snug as a bug on a sheepskin rug. :)

wolf sized

..well, mom... i was just thinking that..well... i mean, i know we started this when i was little, but i am practically a full grown wolf now, so i was just thinking...

well i was just thinking that maybe
it is time that me, u, and dad got a bigger bed, dontchoo think, mom? :)

perthonal beth

hee hee i prometh, mom, u hwill noth regreth thith becauth i haf been practithing. thith whithle hwill be tho good, hit will be hmy perthonal beth. juth hang on a hthec while i relakth hmy lipth and focuth...hokay, hready?

(PFWEEEEEeeeEeeeeEeeOoooot!)

hee hee, ta-thaaaah!

peee-eeew. hokay u can hleth go hnow my eyeth r tharting 2 wather from the thmell . :)

strawberry beret

hee hee hee, o delicious strawberry, now i have freed u from the refrigerator, i promise to smell u and lick u and chomp u all ov- uh oh - mom’s coming!! rats, what a day to not be wearing pants. hmm, quickly now where to hidey the straw...eek, out of time..

why smello, mom. can i help u with something? :)

well done

(sniff sniff)(sniff sniff) oooooOOOOoooooooOOOooooo! chicken!!

dad, can u please cook mine medium #rawwwr? :)

split decision

...hee hee, no they’re not. no. no they’re not. nopies. nope. nope. nope...duk duk! no, they’re not. no they’re not. nopies. nope. nope. nopes. capital n-o-peees. nope. no they’re not. duk duk, what u r suggesting is totally ludicrous. i mean, not only is your assertion scientifically unfounded, it’s just flat out delusional. no. nopies. negapoopies. what, did we wake up in bizarro world because well, sure, in that case, maybe. but not here. not here in the only world that matters because newsflash, my friend, bizarro world is not real. so nopies. no. never. nien. nunca. okay, fine , we’ll ask mom...

mom, are wolves are less ferocious than falcons?

when u ask your dad 2 carry u for a very good reason :)

hee hee, i know it is just a storm drain, dad, but trust me, i smell something in there that would bite my toes and my tail off :)

choosy wolves choose wolf juice

smello, it’s me, baxter, your roving rover reporter, reporting to u from home today because i am lucky enough to get home visits for my laser therapy. this reporter wolf’s hints for a successful laser treatment includes: barking, more barking, more barking, and oh yes, a large amount of wolf juice (that’s what the barking is for, really. o, and recipe follows..)

wolf juice
- 6 clean empty roller ball bottles
- 1/2 tablespoon corn starch mixed in 1/8 c of water to form a slurry
- about 1 to 1 1/4 cups chunky chicken water (no chunks)

note: this recipe makes about 6 roller bottles worth of wolf juice but u do not have to make that much. also, if u do not have chunky chicken water on hand, simply boil a boneless chicken breast in some water until the breast is cooked. cut or shred chicken into chunks and voila, now u have chunky chicken in chunky chicken water.

to make wolf juice, we will be making basically a very thin gravy. too thin and the wolf juice will spill out of the bottles, too thick and nothing will come out of the bottle. anyhoo, simply bring the chunky chicken water to a boil and add corn starch slurry. stir maybe about a minute, to make sure everything stays mixed and to prevent the formation of globs. once things have thickened (it will be slight), remove from heat and let cool. fill roller bottles and enjoy!

white duck :)

hmmmm....

...hmmmmm...

...hmmmmmmm...

hmmmm...okay on the count of three we both pick our favorite. ready? one, two, three!

hey, we both picked the same one! but how could we not, really?sw7010. aka, white duck. hee hee, yeah, i like how they misspelled duk, too. makes it more pizazzy. and with this new paint on our bedroom walls, maybe when we go to bed a night, it will help us dream even more ferocious dreams. okay, should we tell mom?

mom, i think we have a winner. :)

say it

...hee hee, say it!...duk duk, i said, say it! hee hee hee nopies, there is no way i could even be crushing your trachea because we both know for reasons i have already apologized for multiple times that u do not have one.

besides, that’s what u get for being best friends with a ferocious wolf. now, say it and i will let go, so say it already!! boy, for a one winged falcon u sure are strong... but luckily, i am stronger! so say...peeeeee-eeeeeee-eewwww. kaaack. kaaack. hee hee hee, okay u win. omg duk duk that was a doozy.

o hi mom. um, nothing really. we were just reading and..wait, what do u mean stop playing silly smelly games? we were just sitting here and suddenly out of nowhere this giant foofie cloud came up and...okay, fine. i said okay. pupscouts honor. have a nice time at the grocery store and we love you too bye.

hee hee, and that concludes another smellytastic meeting of the royal order of falcons. :)

keep calm and cootie on

hee hee hee - ooo looky, something new! i wonder if this is the thing mom said she is going to recover for mister randy and miss bonnie. mom said mister randy has had this stool forever so i bet there are lots of interrsting things to smell...

(sniff sniff) (sniff sniff) hmm..(sniff sniff)....hmmm... (sniff sniff)..long hair...tiny...uh oh...cricket!

girl cooties.

mom, please do not worry or anything, but can u please call the tushie man immediately and ask him to bring a cootie vaccine asap?

easter, finally :)

well, we were just thinking, mom, that he probably really deserves it on account of all the eggs he takes without really asking. and then, when he gives them out, he gets all the credit when what did he do, really? i mean, he has all year to come up with something original that he can make himself and he has all year to come up with something fun to do but what does he do? every year he gives out chicken eggs he stole from, u guessed it, chickens, and every year if u r really not luckee, he makes u scary santa sit on his lap for pictures at the mall. only it is worse because u do not even get to ask him for presents or anything so u pretty much dressed up and stress pooped for nothing. not to mention the humiliation of the whole experience really - i mean, u probably do not understand that on account of not being natural born predator like me and duk duk, but trust me, wolves and falcons do not just sit on their prey’s lap if u know what i mean.

o, and the jelly beans that everyone thinks he poops? not even. chocobot says he poops pellets just like every other bunny cuz he saw him pooping at last easter’s invitation only tgiafter easter disco party. which he only started holding after he found out about our tgidiscofriday parties and u know he knows we know which is why he did not invite us.

so, anyway, i guess what me and duk duk are trying to say is, yes, we think it is perfectly fine to ask if u would help us rent a backhoe so we can finally dig a big enough hole to finally trap him and finally when we do, we finally can go rawwwr on him and finally that would be that. cuz ima wolf. and he’s a falcon. and rawwring is what we do. :)

spa day :)

hee hee, okay okay, duk duk, do not get your feathers in a bunch. i toldjoo, i can come down there as soon as i’m done with my mini ferociou whisker facial and ear wrap :)

these are not those :)

why, nopies, mom, i did not hear or see anything like that. and u would think i would notice, too, because i have just been sitting here waiting for duk duk to come back with some sunscreen really. u know, so we can do a little tummy tanning together. this time of year is always so nice for timmy tanning, isn’t it? well, anyhoo, if anything changes i will let u - sorry, what’s that? what’s what between my toesies?

oh, um, wow. hmm. would u look at that - they look just like the ones u said were missing! only, of course, these are not those otherwise they would be missing too, wouldn’t they, mom? :)

smelly side up :)

well, mom, i guess usually i do like to face george, but today seemed like a good day to serve things smelly side up if u know what i mean. :)

what happens when a wolf finds out there is no more chicken left to make chunky chicken water

okay, mom, i am all buckled in so let’s get a move on that chicken is not buying itself u know :)

helium

the little dachshund stared at his mother in disbelief. ‘yes i can, mom’ he told her. ‘this might take a second, but let me show u.’

the little dachshund took in several hwoops of air as they continued their walkie, swallowing down every hwoop and then hwooping more.

‘now,’ said the little dachshund, whose voice by now sounded like he was speaking thru the release valve of a pressure cooker, ‘do not be worried if my back side goes up first. that’s just the nature of process really. but let’s keep walking and any second now u will see...’

a faint whistle noise started to fill the air, squeaking and sputtering in a fashion that oddly seemed to complement sound of nails clicking on the pavement.

‘wait, i just need to adjust..hwooooooop...okay i think i got it,’ said the little dachshund. the whistling noise started again. despite the brisk pace of their walkie, the air surrounding the little dachshund and his mother started to smell faintly of day old gummy worms. the whistling grew louder as the clicks of his nails grew fainter until finally, there was nothing left to hear but the steady whistle, and nothing left to see but a little dachshund, floating happily by his mom. :)

halo

why no, mother, it certainly could not have been me. i have just been sitting here soaking in the sun. :)

simple question:)

mom, dontchoo think maybe it is time for dad’s nails to get done instead? :)