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 . :)

skippy

hee hee,  it's ezpz, mom. just put one foot in front of the other, and then soon we'll be at the candy store. :)

krunchy roll

This time of year the grass in most of our yard  is always in bad shape, dried out to a crisp if it exists at all, except for the parts that receive just enough sun and shade to eke out an existence. This time of year, tiny chumley usually shows no interest in eating grass. But there he was, standing by the door after eating his lunch, swallowing and hiccing with enough frequency to suggest that our time outside was not going to be for making a new donation to his poopie snake museum.

I carried him to the front yard, reluctant to let him eat our recently pellet fertilized lawn but hopeful that if he ate enough, he would hack it back up while we were still outside and all would be well again. That was the deal I made in my head as I put him on the ground, where he immediately started grazing.  Minutes passed as we moved from one sparse grassy patch to another, with tiny chumley chomp chomp chomping at the grass, and me, swat swat swatting at the mosquitoes. “Okay, baby dog, you really need to throw up now,” I’d remind him.

The swallowing and hiccing had finally stopped, but his interest in chomping grass persisted.  I picked him up and accepted,  welcomed really, the likelihood of having to clean up a messy grassy kibble puddly yack ball. Probably on the carpet, of course, I thought to myself.  I pictured the mess in my head as I opened the door to go back inside.  Definitely oxy clean, maybe some enzyme stuff.  Ugh the smell! And he might just eat it again. 

Tiny chumley happily trundled about as the back door closed behind him. I gave him some leftover plain white rice, which he gleefully accepted as the even more delicious cherry on top of his already delicious crunchy grass sundae. I finished my lunch. We resumed working on doot listings. More time passed. Dinner, television, after dinner poopies, bedtime poopies, and still...nothing. 

I guess that’s it, then.  Another of life’s unsolved mysteries, punctuated by an intense contemplation of a little wolf’s digestive system.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way. :)

well, mom, i guess i ate all that grass because a wolf knows when his tummy is not feeling well and i just - uh-oh, hang on, i think i finally have to hurl ...

(hwarrrk... hwarrrk...kaaack!)

hee hee, okay i was just kidding.  i do not plan to throw up the grass at all really.  it was delicious. and, i cannot wait to see today’s poopie snakes, can u? :)

ain’t no shrubbery low enough :)

Our walkies as of late have become more slow moseys,  with tiny chumley smelling out every nook and cranny that other taller four legged boys and girls might otherwise ignore.  He knows what I know he knows, that often times, the best things found on walkies are the things found deep in shrubs. 

o baby buunnnnnies -

come out come wherever u r .. :)

wolf and falcon games

hee hee, um, u might want to go upstairs, mom, because me and duk duk’s poopball game is about to start any minute now :) 

skeleweenies and ghostweenies and dragonweenies, oh my! (dooting soon)

hee hee hee i cannot believe how genius we are sometimes, can u , duk duk? i mean, first of all, halloween is all pumpkins and candy and stuff so how do u even try to bring our special brand of ferocious to it? and then, when the first creative lightbulb went off, well, it took forever to figure out how to draw the skeleton and then figure out how to paint it on there. and then, to have mom go back and paint on the glow in the dark stuff we made? well, it just adds that special layer of kalyxcraftopia design kapow, really. 

and then, when we realized our skeleweenies needed company, we were like, hmm, hmmm, o i know! why not make g-   hey, where did the others go? hee hee, o that’s right. let’s take the skeleweenie and move this party over there. 

so, like i was saying, remember how u said dragons and i said ghosts and then we said well, why not both? and while mom’s at it, let’s make the ghost all goopy, glow in the darky radioactive, because, well, who wouldn’t want that? and then we were like, well, they just can’t stand there, can they? ghosts have to float.  

so we had mom make a floating crank system and voila, mechanical radioactive ghost weenies that are hovering over their very own tiny mossy cemetery! hee hee, rest in poop... 

and then we were like, wait, this worked so well, we have got to have flying dragons too! like, really flying dragons. cuz dragons just don’t sit in a pumpkin patch like linus and his blankie, they fly over them with big long lumbering swoops. 

and, tons of thinking and wire later,  our mechanical dragonweenies were born. 

hee hee, i know, they are all so ferocious and adorable all at the same time.yeppies, pure genius! and now the only question is

 mom, do u think for our doot that maybe u can also make a haunted teeny weenie playhouse for them? u know, just somewhere where they can all party and eat candy and disco dance and stuff ?  :)

quality is job fun (coming soon 2 etsy)

 hee hee hee, phoo-wee!! okay, duk duk,  pretty sure we both can agree that one that means i won fair and square.  so u go do it first for a few times and then we will swap so u can see too. okay? okay. 

okay, ready?  now u see it...

..now u still see it!

now u see it..

now u still see it!

now u see it..

now u still see it!

hee hee omg duk duk u have got 2 come and see this bc our idea totally worked! just leave the shades up and i will-

o smello, mom. did u have a nice time outside cleaning the hummingbird feeders? what’s that? why were the blinds going upsy downsy like a zillion times? o, well, u see, me and duk duk were just making sure the work u did was up to our standards and all and well, here at kalyxcraftopia, quality is job fun, dontchoo agree? :)



(psst - we are holding a poll now thru saturday 9/21 on our kalyxcornucopia facebook page to set the halloweenie doot date so please feel free to vote and we will announce our doot date after that and also show u more super cool things we will be offering soony soon!) 

what the wise man says

hee hee - eeew! no, too girly!  next!!

hmmmm, okay. this seems pretty sturdy...

...and it feels reasonably tractiony under foot. 

plus it’s got practically my exact ferocious wolf coloring..

but...

 mom,  r u sure we cannot retile the heat cave first? i mean, technically speaking, what with me and duk duk and chocobot and lulu the tiger and lil pink puppy, that’s like five people using and smelling up the space, and u and dad are the only ones who use the master bathroom really. that’s dos against cinco. and u know what the wise man says, the needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few.   :) 

wolf magic :)

hee hee hee, dad dad dad - looky...

now u see it... 

(chomp) now u do not! :) 

hiders keepers

nopies, mom, i have no idea where my wolf ring is. but maybe, if u want to go start looking in the makey studio, i can come later help u look for it just after i finish making my kitchen bed. :) 

sunday brunch

hee hee, omg, duk duk, mom surely cannot complain if we make this for ourselves for brunchy brunch - it is chock full of protein! perfect for growing wolves and falcons. o yeppies, i wonder which meat flavor it is, too. oo, maybe it’s du- i mean, maybe it’s chicken.  or like, chicken and bananas. or is that butter? no i think it’s bananas. i mean, the package does not say chicken and bananas but clearly there are bananas in the picture and there are only so many quality sources of protein, right?  so, i bet it is chicken and bananas. ooo chicken and banana flavored waffles! hee hee okay okay i am drooling too. let’s see what u need to do to make it...

“just...add...water”. wait, just add water?? that is genius! we can make like a zillion of these in no time at all!  

o wait, duh i bet u r right. i guess we would still need to use the wafffle maker if we want them xtra krispy krunchy.  

hmmmmmm. hmmmm. well, i guess it would still be worth it.  what’s that, duk duk?  o u know what, u r righty-o again my friend.  if we r gonna go thru all that trouble, we may as well make them extra delicious and that substitution might be a perfect solution! and we only need 2/3 a cup so that is not a lot. hee hee, just add water. who are they kidding? okay okay, let me ask her..

mom, do u think me and duk duk can have 2/3 a cup of strawberry kool aid? for um, no unusually delicious reasons really .. :)

signs

hmmmmmm....




hmmmmmmm...

hmmmmm....

mom, i think it’s a cootie trap. for our personal safety, i suggest we should carefully turn around and walkie back the way we came. :)

mission impoopable :)

hee hee, um, sorry mom no time 2 talk now me and dad are on our way to the chikky fila 2 stock up on hurricane snackies :)

sunny with a chance of hurricane

ezpz, mom. we just need to put like eleventy zillion more of these leaves on the roof and voila, hurricane proof really. :)

snackie for two :)

hmmmmm...hmmmmmmmmm....

mom, do u think my shadow could have a snackie, too?  :)