wolf rider

well, okay, mom, if that is the only way. but it hardly seems responsible when a wolf is on car security duty..

hee hee, okay i am ready! o please let my surprise be a delicious frenchy fry!! :)

epoophany

i can too, mom. just put it on me and see..

see? just like a rhino. rawrrr! rawrrrr! rawww-

wait, what does a rhino sound like again? 

little mister everywhere :)

These past couple of weeks have been doubly consumed by a cascade of rearranging and refeathering activities in our nest upstairs, which of course gave tiny chumley many opportunities to sniff at things both old and new, and jaunt about, crashing every rug test picture I took, because that’s what happy go lucky little wolves like to do. :)

coming soon: super ferocious holding hearts

hee hee, and that’s the last of our incredibly special prototypes, all nice and cootie protected now! now we just need to get mom to make a zillion more by january 31st for our winter megadoot and we’ll be set! 

yeah, okay, maybe not a zillion considering today is already friday and like everything we think up, they take forever to make. so maybe half a zillion. and we will talk to her about finally maybe taking special orders in batches.

o and i guess we still need to write up all the mooshy mumbo jumbo for our listing and decide if they should be called remembering hearts or holding hearts.  but i don’t feel like crying right now, do u, duk duk? yeah. maybe we’ll let mom write it up this time. (sigh) we really have lost a lot of wolf friends since we began blogging...

at least this way, if people want to, they can hold these heavy little hearts in their hands,  and they can close their eyes, and they can remember what it was like to (sniffle)...they can remember what it was like to their ferocious paws in their hands and - (sniffle) - okay okay.  no i’m not crying you’re crying. i said already we’ll get mom to write it up. besides, that was just my spring allergies anyway. wolves don’t cry...mostly. anyhow

o i think i hear mom coming. let’s ask her..

um, mom, me and duk duk think we are too ferocious to write up the mushy mumbo jumbo for the listing for our remembering hearts so do u think maybe u can do it? :) 

in case u missed it :)

dear diary,

in case u forgot the other night to look outside the window and see the super blood wolf moon, me and duk duk took a picture of it for you. and trust me, it smelled pooptacular. :)

toodleydoo!

b

the little wolf snake

sensing that there was something incredibly tiny yet very delicious before him, the little wolf snake flicked his tongue, tasting the air 

with each ferocious flick. 

“oooOooOooOooooo! my snakey senses sense a grain of delicious white rice!!” proclaimed the little wolf snake as he quickly pondered how to put it in his slithery tummy. “o, i know!”

and in the blink of an eye, the little wolf snake did what little wolf snakes were born to do. “CHOMP!!!” :)  

risky business

well, it seems a little risky, mom, but if u say so...

do not worry, george, mom will have u back together and all spiffy and clean in no time. :)

love snack baby

well, okay, mom, thank u for telling me u love me, but, well, considering what the exchange rate is and everything..

...do u think maybe u can pay it to me in snackies?

peachy keen

mom, do u have time for a serious question? o goody. give me a sec just to get things situated..

okay, are things funnier here...

or are they funnier here? :)

have napkin will travel

okey dokey,mom, i am ready to goto chikky fil-a :)

pooperihelion

hee hee, see? i told u i am still growing, mom. now can we please increase my kibble and snackie allowance? :)

the scentient sentinel

hee hee, dad, i’m pretty sure that is not how u use that thing.

no seriuously, dad, i’ve watched mom use it like a gazillion times and she never - i mean, u cannot be doing it right bc it doesn’t even smell in here and that pretty much is like the only reason why i personally would even consider - wait, what?

fixing it? what do u mean ?

but dad, i mean, if it is doing that all by itself...i mean, well, dontchoo see?? after all these years of “using” it, we were actually feeding it. and now, finally, it has evolved and become self aware and here u r taking its lid off trying to fix it when really there is nothing here at all to fix. in fact, we should be celebrating its ascent into sentience with like, a party or something really. not gutting it like some common - dad? dad r u even listening to me?

mom, can u please tell dad that he is interfering with a highly complex situation beyond his understanding and that he should put everything back and cease all operations immediately?

o and tell him if he finds any tightly wrapped packages of gummy worms marked top secret do not show duk duk on them - well if he finds anything like that, like behind its water tank or something, then i am pretty sure it did that. u know, because it became self aware and all. :)

smello 2019

hee hee, mom, do u think me and duk duk can add smell a thousand butts to our new years resolution list? :)

goodbye 2018

Once a year on this very day, for a very brief moment, tiny chumley becomes a tall little wolf, exposing his heart shaped tummy to the world in all its rounded pink glory so that we can say goodbye to the year that was. I'd love to say I remember why we started this tradition, but as with all things random, I don't. In fact, it's all I can do to remember to wear a different outfit every year for our photo, while mother nature lends a helping hand and takes care of the tweaks in the little kilebasa's appearance, swirling his underside in lighter shades of tummy pink and dappling it with dark little spots, while painting the rest of his body in wintery white using bolder, broader brush strokes. 

2018 was a challenging year for our tiny family in real life, but through it all we had our makey makes, and we had this little boy and his merry band of poop and gummy worm obsessed toyfriends, always there to remind us that beauty, love and acceptance comes in all shapes and sizes, and that joy and comfort is just a smelly laugh away.  Thanks, friends, for all the support and love in 2018. :)  

f is for ferocious:)

the little wolf knew that chomping fingers was not allowed. but frenchy fries? well they were a totally different story. :)

boba time :)

well, only because my head is still spinning from all the christmas candy me and duk duk ate yesterday, do u think i could please have a strawberry smoothie with double regular boba not popping boba with one swirly whippy cream and theee cherries on top? :)

merry christmas eve :)

The demands of real life have been especially challenging this year, and our tiny family trio is as grateful as ever for this little cyberslice of doxie joy, and the incredible friends who share it with us and enjoy the happy go lucky makings and musings of our two little ferocious best friends. To all our cyber family, the little kielbasa and I wish the most magical of holidays, filled with love, snackies and, of course, smelly rainbow swirlies. ❤️

to duk duk from your best friend baxter

hee hee, and that’s a wrap on my last present for duk duk!

okay, mom, now can me and duk duk write our letter to santa? bc, well, i mean, i realize as u can see here by all this bounty that me and duk duk got ourselves a lot of presents already, but...well, it would probably make sense to ask him for other stuff. just to, well, u know, help with the toxic odors that may or may not permeate the air when me and duk duk open the presents we are giving each other on christmas morning. :)

backseat gps

dad...hey dad, u r totally going the wrong way. the candy store is on the other side of town by the place that smells like cheetos and pennies..dad..dad, no u missed like the most perfect place to make a u turn cuz now u r going to have to make a pooperdil across like eleventy lanes of traffic and
even during non holidays it is a pain in the poopertootie at this time of day. dad...dad! omg u missed another chance to pick up the bypass and that would have saved us like, o, seven minutes of travel time. which is really important bc i am not getting any young-

-er. dad, seriously, if u want i can drive. just pull over and move my car seat to the front bc i like the xtra height so i can see over the hood...

oo dad, if u hang a derecho the chikky fil yay is only like fifty pedals beyond the intersection, and they give bonus treats every tootsday which
is pretty much every day if u know what i mean...

dad? dad?

mom, can we switch places cuz it seems dad cannot hear a word i am saying...

waiting :)

(sigh)...... (sigh).... mom...

why isn’t it christmas already?