uh, no mom, i do not just do...
i Scooby Dooby dooOOOOooooooo it :)
celebrating life's bounty one stitch and bark at a time
uh, no mom, i do not just do...
i Scooby Dooby dooOOOOooooooo it :)
hee hee hee, okay mom do i look more ferocious like this...
or like this? :)
hee hee hee, no mom, come closer so i can pull a snackie out of your ear :)
(blink blink)...(blink)....(blink)...(blink blink)...(blink).......(blink)....(blink).......(blinkety blink)......(pfweeeeoooooOOOOOoooooOOOOOooop!)....(blink)..
mom, in case u were wondering, that makes seventy two seconds between foofies so technically i am holding up my end of the bargain and technically that means i get 2 lick your plate like u promised. :)
hee hee, little miss julia, read the part again where the ferocious wolf tells goldilocks her breath really stinks and she's like, well your breath's not any better and he's like, yeah, well at least i can lick my butt! and she's like, well, i never! and he says, exactly. then she's all huffy like, why am i even in this story? and he's like, beats me. bye felicia! but then he realizes she did not leave him the basket of delicious snackies she brought and then he's like, o snap!
well, yes, mom, this one is really nice and i appreciate u making it for me from sleeve u cut from the cashmere sweater u got at the thrift store but...well...hang on...
nopies he's not over there...
...aaaand okay, i think the coast is clear...
so, do u think u can maybe make me a onesie with footies from the pink fuzzy angora sweater that i saw u also got from the thrifty store? and, u know, we can just hide i mean keep it in your and dad's bed and i can wear it when we snuggle in the mornings? :)
mom, do u ever feel like u sort should have a lot to say but then u realize it will only bum u out so all u can really say is...
goodbye 2016. u were really weird.
the little dachshund's eyes grew as wide as saucers when his mother finally opened the special tin that he recognized as his from christmases past. "o what a bounty of delights!" the little dachshund thought while he quickly devised his game plan, knowing as he did that he would have but moments to take whatever he wanted from his tin on this very special day.... :)
hee hee, let's walk faster, dad! this cheer ain't gonna spread itself u know :)
oooooOOOooOoooo! yeah sure mom, go ahead and get the door. i will watch your cake 4 u.
boy that cake sure smells so delicious! i wonder if i just took a little...
..nopies. t minus six days until christmas. nopies. nosirree. not this wolfie. three hundred fifty nine hard earned days of being good. all me and duk duk's work to stay off the santa's naughty list will not be ruined by one teeny tiny nibble of super delicious smelling cake. no sir. not one tiny bite. not one teeny tiny itty bitty tasty bite. nosirree, not ruining christmas over one small bite of cake. besides, u know what they say..
go big or go home!! :)
Without fingers and thumbs there isn't really much a little wolf can do to help with filling doot orders, and yet tiny chumley always manages to fill the most important job of all.
hee hee mom, do not worry if your legs fall asleep because at least i will keep them warm :)
um, mom, are we finished taking pictures yet because because we have been waiting like all month for this :) #thankfulforthanksgiving