higher education:)

aw great. mom, is it too late for me and duk duk to goto college and live on campus? 

secret thumbs :)

“i do too have thumbs,” said the little dachshund to his best toyfriend, duk duk. “four really, or two pairs. one pair u can see just by looking at me and my ferocious paws from the front, and one pair hardly anybuddy sees. unless u r the grass i am peeing on.” 

tiny tomato plans :)

hee hee, beep beep! beep beep! ooo looky!

what do we have here? 

i see kale and i see thyme and i see coleus!  but where are all my - hmm one, two, pee, four, five - there are only six empty ones left. hmmmmmm.

mom, did u not get me and duk duk’s text with our garden plan this year? we are going to need at least eleventy zillion tiny tomato plants :) 

thunnier hwith thungue :)

hwell thure it hwould hwork, hmom. 

  

hthee? a bonathide porthrait hgood hfor hany denominathon currenthee or coinath. honly thunnier hwith thungue :) 

happy smellentine’s day :)

mom, what do u mean sell it more? a wolf is making the best face he can given the circumstances of this quote unquote, holiday. i mean, seriously why would anyone encourage all this kissy kissy stuff? everybuddy knows that’s how u get cooties. and the smelly flowers and the poison chocolate?  valentine’s day isn’t a holiday, it’s a dangerday. okay r we done here bc me and duk duk still need to put out the barbed wire and poopie traps in case u know who tries to come over and give us a u know what. 

goody goody fun drops :)

o goody! i was just stinking i mean thinking i have been a really good wolfie lately.  it is nice to finally be recognized for all a ferocious wolf’s conscious efforts to - wait…my surprisey prize isn’t a visit from cassie, is it? because that would really be a surprisey tax really. a big, panty mc pant pant, cootie filled tax. with poopies on top. and not the good kind of poopies. 

scentimental:)

o, well, it is only about this long.  but, u know, with all the rain we have been having, me and duk duk really need 2 save it. for, u know, scentimental reasons. so, yeppies, that is why we need 2 borrow some tongs. and a rubbermaid. until we get the leaks in the museum fixed. 

triangle head

um, no kissies on my ears please, mom. a wolf is in surveillance mode :) 

hiney hiney ho :)

the little dachshund realized that though he had always admired elephants with their long long snooty noses, he much preferred his long long tail, and his wonderful smelly smelly tooty noises. :) 

all quiet and smelly on the bedroom front

what was i doing in here by myself?  um, well, i was doing nothing any different than usual really….. so…… um…..well…. u might want to maybe open the windows and turn on the ceiling fan soon. :) 

this is the way :)

well, mom, a wolf is not begging really. because everybuddy knows the first popcorn bowl of the new year has 2 be shared with everyone, especially ferocious wolves. it is the only way to guarantee health and prosperity and well, u know, deliciousness. :) 

tiny winter tomato :)

the little dachshund spied the tiny tomato. hee hee, the little dachshund thought, even though it is winter and it is impossible for tiny tomatoes to grow outside, my mother thinks i think that this tiny tomato grew outside and that i would get exercise and have fun searching for it. and she is right. :) 

red blankie :)

well, i was stinking i mean thinking u could sew a secret snackie pocket on my new blankie here, on this tree, in the shape of a tree, so, u know, it is a secret. :) 

goodbye 2022 / smello 2023 :)

Wait, how many years has it been since tiny chumley and I started this blog? About fifteen, if my lazy math is right. A decade and a half.  

So much has happened in our lives, so much will happen. And I can’t even fathom what all that will be. But I know we can always meet here, in a world where a happy go lucky dachshund with a heart shaped tummy lives with his makey mom and dad, surrounded by his toyfriends, and wonderful friends like you. Happy new year! :) 

december 26th :)

hee hee hee, santa really outdid himself this year. butt, i wonder if maybe he accidentally gave mom and dad something he really meant 4 me. 

i mean, nobuddy but santa knows a ferocious wolf likes kokeshi dolls. and peach lippy. and squishees, too. and santa surely would know lotion is good for keeping a ferocious wolf’s paws soft and supple for stealthy sneaking. yeppies, i really think santa made a mistake. or two. hee hee, or eleventy. surely mom and dad will not mind if i save them from the embarrassment of having to tell santa he made such an error. i will just take these things to the heat cave and - 

what’s that, mom? o nothing really. well,  i was just wondering if u and dad maybe needed some help putting your gifts away, that’s all. :)  

christmas list

see mom? like this. in just four days when u n dad i mean santa brings me my hover craft, not only can u kiss me on the forehead without bending over, but i will finally be able to poop in the tallest of trees :) 

ferociouser :)

what? no, mom, seriously. here, let me help…

rawwwr! 

okay, which one? :) 

thilly :)

thufferin thuccothath! hee hee, thee? wonth thoo thart, thoo canth thtop! he thaw theethaws hby the theethore. i could hdo thith all thay! 

today i am sixteen :)

hee hee o m g! 

my birthday crown is even better than i imagined! it is so incredibly ferocious! i am sure mom will not mind if a wolf tries it on before everybuddy gets here. 



hee hee, hey look at me i’m king of the wol - wait nope nopies nope abort abort!  



mom, i regret to inform you that physics of ferociousness are such that it will be impossible for me to wear this lovely crown u made without putting the universe at great risk. the combination of two extreme powers of ferociousness that u see before you are not simply additive, they are logarithmically exponential.  i wore the crown for like two seconds and already i could feel the fabric of the universe tearing.  maybe if we hurry, we could go with a plan b for my birthday picture , u know, with me just being here next to it. although, a wolf cannot guarantee anything because he has already been standing next to it for all this time. 

well, i might be able to channel some of the ferociousness to my funny bone but even then i am just not sure we can get the results we r … rawwr … the results we r .. hee hee phoowee… rawwr… the results we r looking… 

..for.   um, maybe we should just skip to the part where we bring out my meat cake?  i will wait here. gee, i wonder what is taking duk duk and  chocobot and lulu the tiger and lil pink puppy so long. they should be here by now.



hee hee ooOOOOooooOOOoooo!  now that’s what i’m talking about. . 



sixteen carrot candles on a meat cake bigger than my head! and all my favorite fruits! wait’ll duk duk and chocobot and lulu the tiger and lil pink puppy see  - 




hey hey! where did everybuddy come from so fast?? 




hee hee, just remember, no touchies just lookies… boy, if only dad was as fast as u guys are when the cake comes out. o wait i think i finally hear him! 




hee hee , happy birthday 2 me! :) 

have yourself a wolfy little christmas :)

butt we have to, mom. it is the merriest time of the year, u know.  or at least it will be we share all me and duk duk’s latest genius idea with the world….well, sure we can still doot before christmas. my birthday monday, one day for pictures, one day for listings and maybe some last minute marketing, and poopso facto voila we doot our new tiny book and related (f)Art on thursday, noon and nine pm est!   i mean, u r practically done, right? all u have to do is finish everything and finish my birthday crown and make my birthday cake and wrap all my birthday presents and take my birthday picture this weekend. ezpz.  and 2 help out, me and duk duk can do all the menu planning and cooking until then. in fact, dontchoo think tonitey nite would be a good nite for turdelini poopanara with shaved carpoopio and poop nuts? it will be absolutely smellylicious! :)