i smell

hee hee, omg duk duk, i smell more boba and chicken chips! hurry up and get your feather butt up here - i bet if u climb on me and i stand tippy toe we can - 

uh-oh. i think i just heard mom. just stand very still and maybe she will not see us :) 

editorial deadline :)

what do u mean i am crunching too loud? i cannot help it if i like 2 eat when i have 2 think.  and u know and i know we both know that we need to be thinking really hard because mom says we have have to hurry up and finish editing our christmas story this week if we are going to have any chance at all of factoring them in along with all our calendar and other supercool goodies for cyber brown wednesday on december 4th.  

okay okay. fine, let me just chomp gulp this chicken chippy and we both can get back to focusing on editing our story. hee hee, which is pretty peelarious and smelly genius if i do say so myself! 

hmmmmm....hmmmmmmm

... hmmmmmmm .... hmmmmmmm.....okay fine i will ask her. 

mom, well, because we are on a deadline and everything, and, well because we need to think, do u have any quiet snackies that me and duk duk can share? 

a sip full of boba :)

hee hee, omg, duk duk, this is so pee-licious! and the boba balls are like a bonus prize in every sip! no wonder mom and dad get these things!

uh-oh. this thing was full when mom asked us to watch it for her.  

hmmmmm. i like how u r stinking but nopies, i think mom would notice if we threw it back up into her cup.  o i know! duk duk - u go get some acorns from outside and i will get some water and we can mix it all in and no one will ever notice the diff  -  eeks! no time i hear mom coming! 

why smello, mom. we watched your drink just like u asked us to, but...u were gone for so long, i am sorry 2 say that most of it evaporated. if u would like 2 give us your credit card, me and duk duk would n happy 2 pedal 2 the store and get u another one   :) 

schmoopie doopie double dopey

okay, okay, mom, sheesh! i get that this is only my second bath of the year and that at least we did it on a nice warm day, but now i stink like purple flowers and for me to be all grooomed and brushy smooth and stuff? that’s like the big red smelly insult cherry on top of a melted cootie poop sundae. 

i mean, ima wolf not a schmoopie doopie double dopey labrapoodledoodle. a ferocious wolf. with fangs and claws and wiry fur that’s all messy and bristly, not fancy schmancy or parted funny or anything like that...mom? r u even listening to me? 

the curb

the little dachshund walked the curb carefully, knowing full well that at any moment, he could find a bunny in the bushes. and then he would chomp it. :)

basically, technically, ipso facto

...two, three, four, five. five snackies! .... wait, five snackies??

mom, although heavily discounted, technically, the wolf surveillance package u r paying for is based on a twenty four hour daily rate. yesterday, with the fall back to eastern standard time, an extra hour of wolf overtime surveillance was incurred. 

so, as per paragraph eleventy, section pee o nine point number one of our standard wolfing contract states , triple zillion time and a half will be applied to a wolf’s entire day of  work on days where overtime is incurred, with payment in full due promptly at the end of each daily protection cycle.  so, basically, technically, ipso facto, u can have the dump truck deliver the rest of my snackie payment any time now, or we can work out a payment plan :)

tales from the smelly side

“and finally, on hallow’s eve night, the little pumpkin man’s ferocious face magically appeared, his eyes glistening with gore and his mouth ready to fill his empty tummy.

 ‘feed me candy! feed me candy!’ he raspily croaked with his new found voice.

‘i said, feed me candy! feed me candy!!!”

‘hello? anyone? hangry pumpkin head here. feed me candy!!

seriously, i’ve been standing here for days without a face. now i finally get a mouth and where is everybuddy?” 

hee hee, um, mom, can we please skip this and tell another halloween story? u know, one with like, real blood and guts and stuff? here, i will start it for u...

the vampire tushie man took blood from the ferocious wolf not one but two times, practically guaranteeing that halloween’s eve would be the last night the ferocious wolf would ever be himself again.

well, the wolf thought, on the plus side, he always wondered how he could be any more ferocious than he already was, and now he knew. he would not need a halloween costume this year, or any year from now on. soon, very soon, he would become a full fledged vampire wolf, an immortal defender of darkness and denizen of all that is dank and dreary. 

but o snap, he realized after the vampire tushie man left. forever is a very long time. he walked  over to his mother. 

mom, after i chomp duk duk and dad, would u mind showing me your ankle so that i may for no particular reason chomp u twice ? :)

coming cyber brown wednesday

hee hee, hurry mom and dad! we need to get back so i can show mom me and duk duk’s genius idea for next year’s calendar !! :) 

baker’s dozen :)

...hmmmm....hmmmmm..........hmmmmmmmmmm.....

mom, r u sure i can only pick one ? they all look so delicious! :)

(resuscitation by licking) :)

mom, clearly this is not one of those times, but, if u ever fall and cannot get up, or, maybe say if, well u know, u stopped breathing and needed RBL, u should know that would totally be there for u. :) 

a mighty pounding

omg, what the heck? look at all these delicious snackies all neatly laid out for a wolf to chomp on. why there are so many, it would take me forever to eat them, but here they are, just waiting to be chomped. well, i guess there’s no time like the present to start  - hang on - this is just way to convenient. nobuddy 

just finds snackies on the floor like this, all neatly laid out and everything. it is almost like it was meant to be a trap or something . but every buddy here knows a wolf is too ferocious to be trapped...but..i guess he could be delayed...

duk duk, u better not be eating my gummy worms or some falcon is going to get a mighty pounding by the time i get over there! 

backseat rider :)

mom, i am glad it is finally rideys weather again, dontchoo? i mean, it is the best of both worlds really. u get ferocious protection while we run errands, and i get a delicious snackie every time u come back to the car.  :)

riding in cars with adorable dinosaurs

all i am saying, mom, is that i am older now and way more ferociouser...

i mean, i get that this is a perfectly good shirt that i wore when i was little, but maybe, well, at least can u add some flames or fangs or something ? :) 

october sky

the happy little dachshund rocketed toward his mom, purposefully slowing down for the briefest of moments near the end, so that his mother could see that the ferocious thing approaching her was indeed him, and not a guided missile. :) 

folding space

no really,  mom, it is okay. i mean, what can a wolf do in here, really.  i promise,  i will wait right here in our beautiful new reorganized closet until u come back with the new light bulb and my snackie.  okay? okay smell u soon .. 

hee hee omg, our closet looks so much better with the new cubby shelf and - what the heck?  that’s new.  it looks like the board mom got from the habitat restore forever ago for only two bags of gummy worms. only now it looks like a zillion bags. i wonder why it is on the wall like that. o wait, mom had me buy those bracket thingies on amazon for her ..i bet it...lemme just see if i can... ooooOoooOoo...

(CLICK!)

now lemme just climb up here and voila, access to a plethora of new gummy worm hiding spots! duk duk will never - 




hee hee, o, um, smello, mom. promised? um, well, technically i am still staying right here. it is just taller here really..




may i please have my snackie now? 

lesson for a baby bunny

the little dachshund peered ferociously through the fence. “do not come any closer, baby bunny, or i will be forced to chomp u,” the little dachshund warned. “and please understand, baby bunny, it is nothing personal. it is just what ferocious wolves do.”

first in flight :)

see, mom? i toldjoo we should have brought duk duk. and some kite string :)

technically speaking :)

hee hee hee, and to think mom said i am not allowed to do it...

hurry, dad - i cannot wait to tell mom i pooped on the beach!! 

eye to eye :)

hee hee, see mom? this is how we can see eye to eye on pretty much everything. :)

short stack

The little dachshund sighed as he looked down at the empty spot before him. Not only had he tidied his bed and brushed his teeth and licked his tushie clean as a whistle (an act of questionable merit, he knew, but one that he felt should still technically count as personal hygiene) , but he had also tucked in his best lacy napkin, hoping to get at least even a tiny taste of whatever it was his nose was smelling from the stove he knew he had to stay away from lest he be caught in the kerfuffle of such a busy and dangerous area.  

nobuddy will forget me. it is only a matter of time before a delicious morsel appears right in this spot. do not worry, rumbly tummy, we just need to be patient, thought the little dachshund. 

 Minutes passed as his family feasted,  forks clicking on plates and delicious smells of blueberries and blackberries and vanilla and - is it maple? yes, definitely maple syrup. and, maybe - hmm, he wondered. could it be? yeppies, definitely butter, too! The only sound louder than the sounds of eating was his tummy’s rumbly roar,  growing with ever more ferocious intensity as it made its case to the little dachshund that patience was getting them nowhere. 

i said do not worry, tummy. whatever it is, i am sure we will get a taste just u wait and see. i have my best napkin on and everything. my family will not forget me, just u wait and see. 

Finally, he could tell that the dishes were being cleared, and yet nothing filled the space before him except the very concerning thought that maybe, just maybe his tummy was right. 

Tiny gray scribble clouds began to gather in his mind. The little dachshund’s ears began to fold back in disappointment and dismay. 

nothing.  not even a crumb for me.

The little dachshund was so sad he did not even notice his mother walking toward him, nor did he notice the tiny plate she was carrying. And he certainly did not even notice what was on the tiny plate she was carrying. That was, until the plate was put before him. 

 Instantly, the clouds parted. 

all for me?!? he chortled with glee.  And that is the end of our happy story . :)