For the Love of Chester: June 2011

Monday, June 27, 2011

♪♫♪ I'm So Vain....♪♫♪

I walked into

the partay

like I was walkin' onto a yacht.

All the groundhoggehs ~~had nightmares~~ dreamed that they'd be my partner,

they'd be my partner.....

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee,

clouds in my coffee.....

I'm so vane

you probably think this blog is about me....

Don't you? Don't you?

If you're lookin' for more weekend, you're lookin' in vain.

Ya might as well get yourself another cuppa coffee and just suck it up.

Chester ;0=)

Friday, June 10, 2011

Toyin' With the Enemy

DRUG [druhg] - verb

A simple past tense and past participle of drag

Why do I bring that to your attention, you ask? Well as far as I'm concerned, this week has [druhg] on far too long. The only thing that accelerated the work week's demise was the fact that I found a mystery box on my doorstep Wednesday evenin'. I opened the silly-faced dawg card to find out that the shippers of this heavenly box of goodies was from none other than my Golden girls, Sammie and Avalon from California.

The strange thing was that the box appeared to have already been opened. Cautiously, I peeked inside. Much to my delight and surprise I found a bag of yummy Chocolick K-9 brownies. Brownies for Big Brownie-what's not to love about that???

The aroma that flowed outta that bag is beyond description. I'm not sure if my nose or my tail was workin' harder. Rivers of drool flowed freely as I couldn't get one in my mouth fast enough. Apparently the brownie bouquet had Mom's attention too. Next thing ya know, my eyes were buggin' outta my head as she blatantly stole one and nibbled on it. I could tell from her reaction that it was gonna be necessary for me to hide these in a safe place if I ever wanted to see them again. As I reveled in the glorious taste of the carob covered goodness, my thoughts began to turn to the size of the box in comparison to the size of the Brownie bag. I stuck my head in the box and began to be consumed by the overwhelmin' smell of............

GROUNDHOGGEH!!!! But there was no hoggeh to be found anywhere in that box. My heart beat fast as I changed from mild-mannered labradork to crazed asassin faster than Superman can tie his cape strings. The radical rodent that had escaped his cardboard prison was not goin' to vanish on my watch. My killer instinct dove into action.

Ah-HAH! A hosta hidin' Hoggeh!