a tomato a day brings the shark to bay :)

The  little dachshund was very excited. Not only did he and his best toyfriend duk duk convince their mom to have a spookyween doot in early October, but his tiny tomato farm had produced so many tiny tomatoes this year that he could chomp not one, not two, not even three tiny tomatoes but eleventy tomatoes a day. At this rate, by the end of  summer, i will have perfected my chompy chomp so much that i will be ferociouser than even a shark, he thought to himself with glee. :)  

first last :)

the little dachshund spied the delicious tiny cherry tomato in his meal bowl. “o luckee me!” he squealed with glee. “a tiny tomato picked fresh from the garden!  the perfect addition to my bowl for lunchy lunch! i save save it for last so i can savor it.  no wait , i should chomp it first, because i am ferocious and that is what ferocious wolves do. no wait, last, because flavor will linger and it will be the last thing i will remember from my meal. no wait, first. no wait, last! first! last! first! last!”

 and then, before the little dachshund could debate any longer, his tummy decided for him. “hee hee,” he thought to himself as he chomped into its juicy deliciousness, “first.” :) 

weird science :)

well, i know we have the dvds but it just seemed easier to buy and stream it all, what with, um, well, u know, what with project baloney cheesevds having been prematurely and, if i might say again, unjustly terminated. 

and besides, duk duk thinks it will probably take at least a week even in this heat before the cheese melts and the baloney is hard enough to eject properly :)

some kind of wonderful :)

well, i guess what with my ferocious fur suit and it being a feels like over one hundred degree day, a wolf can stay inside. but mom, promise me u will check on the poopie snake museum. i betchoo it smells wonderful :) 

big bada boom

A few insanely loud, house shaking, seemingly professional grade firework booms a few years back have caused tiny chumley to be little less predictable when it comes to days like yesterday. Usually, we turn the tv on loud with some sort of bang bang shoot ‘em up movie and or sit with him in the bathroom while the festivities happen, but yesterday, the combination of a pacing little wolf and a need to do some laundry led me to an interesting discovery that I don’t know why we didn’t think of sooner. And so we sat in the laundry room, watching the wash go round and round, enveloped in the white noise of the dryer and the occasional jet engine like noises of the washer, the booms sounding farther off than the ever have before. 

um, well, a ferocious wolf needs to protect his hearing, and u need clean laundry so poopso facto this is perfect really, isn’t it? just let me know when it is over bc me and duk duk will b busy, u know, playing games that may or may not cause us to pass out in here. :) 

crash test dummies :)

hee hee, hurry up and get your smelly butt down here, duk duk! we still have to grease the ramp and our new crash rail and we still have to test the prototype uknowwhats filled with uknowwhatsmellyelse and we have to do it all before mom gets home! 

super luckee day :)

the little dachshund squealed with glee. “a strawberry bigger than my nose and toes? why today is definitely my most super luckee day!!”  :) 

unloaded question :)

well, when u say pooped in the bedroom, could u be more specific as to which bedroom and also specify exactly where? and by just, do u mean in the last five minutes or the last four hours? i mean, i am only asking so we are both clear on the question that specifically needs to be answered. :) 

all for one and one for all :)

the little dachshund could hardly believe his eyes. “omg,” the little dachshund exclaimed to his mother as he stared at the silver basket placed before him, “our very first harvest of blueberries from the garden!  i count one, i count two, i count three, why, i count eleventy zillion of them! and they all smell delicious! hee hee, wait’ll duk duk tries to guess my foofie tonitey nite.” 

although the little dachshund was eager to start chomping, he paused, reminding himself that thoughtfulness and manners are always very important. “mom,” the little dachshund asked before putting a napkin around his neck, ”did u pick any for yourself and dad, too?” :) 

vitanixed :)

…and that, mom, is why u should never hide  poopie snakes in a blender. 

um, what do u mean how do i know that? 

me before u except after we :)

pssst! mom, if we have a snackie while dad is in the bathroom then it really would not count as a snackie and then, u know, when he gets back, we can have second first snackies  :) 

sneaking :)

  “sneaking up can be hard to do,” said the little dachshund.  “but all u have to do, really, is keep your eyes on the prize and quietly put one ferocious paw in front of the other. “ :) 

tgidiscofriyay :)

well, why not double snackies tonitey nite?tgidiscofriday will start after u and dad go to bed and me and duk duk will need all the energy we can get 2 robot the nite away :) 

fire and cheese :)

seriously, mom, can u please stop calling me baby chocolata con queso y cheese? it doesn’t even make any sense. and besides, baby chocolatte con fuego y olor sounds way better. :)