What's Cookin' Wednesday

Word Change Wednesday

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!

(Too easy, think I'll just toy with him a bit.)

Go ahead, hide in the log pile. I'll find you....you little sap suckah!

Lookin' for help from one of your own kind, Hoggeh?

(Heh, heh, heh...little does he know that I "helped"
them move out two weeks ago.)

Snail mail might be one way to get outta here.....

.....but Big Brown is gonna be the one that delivers you, Hoggeh. Bwahahahahahahaha!!!

WARNIN': THE FOLLOWIN' MAY BE CONSIDERED OBJECTIONABLE TO SOME...PLEASE CONTINUE ONLY IF YOU ARE NOT DISTURBED EASILY.

I am happy to report that this California Hoggeh will be pushin' up
Pennsylvania daisies in the near future.

Many thanks to Sammie and Avalon for the wonderful box o'goodness ~

You ROCK!!!

♥♡♥

Happy Friday to all for conquerin' another work week!

Chester ;0=)

Weather Report Wednesday

Smart Holiday Shoppin'

Happy Friday you crazy buncha dawgs!

Ya know, I hate to remind you but Christmas is only about two weeks away and if you haven't finished your shoppin' already, you better get it in gear and head out to the

over-priced and over-crowded mall.

What's that? You say you're havin' trouble findin' the perfect gift? And you spent too much on that Caribbean cruise this summer? Then you might be feelin' the pinch right about now but still wanna buy sumpthin' nice for your friends and family. I know all too well how hard it is to get a lotta bang outta your buck these days but I've got a solution to end all your shoppin woes.

Introducin' Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia Chester!

This is one novelty item sure to please everyone

in your family from little 2 leggers to your GrandPUs!

All this entertainment for the low, low price of $19.95!!!

The number to call is 1-800-BIG-BRWN.

But wait ~ there's more!

If you call within the next ten minutes you'll receive

this unbelievable bonus:

You guessed it! Chia Hoggeh!!!

I know-it's the greatest thing

since bully sticks!!!

Not really, but I'll be able to buy a lotta bully sticks

with all the profits from this junk.

Don't delay ~ call before they're all gone

and have your credit card ready!!!

The number again is

1-800-BIG-BRWN.

Operators aren't standing by.

A Brown is Born

Four years ago today:

Now fetch yourself a

groundhoggeh cupcake,

and sit back as you watch a few highlights

from my growin' years:

"Roll that beautiful Brown footage.....!"

Lookin' forward to many more

BB years with my BFF's!

Chester ;0=)

Happy Trails

Poetry in motion ~ by Browning

Checkin' to see if Ulysses S. Groundhoggeh

is sneakin' up on my Big Brown flank.

The splendor of an autumn sunset brings out

the pink glow in my gums, don't ya think?

Raccoon remnants ~ my favorite!

Look Mom - no poo residue!

Happy Trails to you ~ until we meet again.

Chester ;0=)

Heads Up!

Just wanted to remind you that it's April Fools' Day today

and you might wanna watch your back.

Not that I'm worried ~
it's near impossible to sneak up on me.

Chester ;0=)

New Beginnings

On Saturday we ushered in the first official day of a much welcomed Spring. The winter has been a long, snowy one and I think I speak for many when I say that we are ready for some warm sunshine to thaw out our bones. A short walk around the yard breathes new life into our stale airways, and we see the promise of good things to come.

What looks like this now...

...will soon look like this photo taken last year.

And it's hard to believe that this little lonely bud...

...will soon have loads of new friends he will be hangin' out with.

Maybe it's this overload of fresh air but it got me comparin' it to what it was like when I first started bloggin'. Lookin' back I never saw the seeds of friendship startin' to bloom. I thought maybe a little sprout or two would surface but I had no idea that my blog plantin' would produce such a rich harvest of friends. As you can see on the right, the list has grown and I often find it hard to keep up with the daily events of all my friends.

And then, as if I needed more to do, I plowed up a whole new place to plant by joinin' Facebook. The seeds of friendship grew quickly and I've met more cool dawgs than you can shake a chewed up stick at. That brings me to my point: I'd like to formally introduce you to one of my Facebook pals, George Crow and his new blog called "A Dog's Life". Georgie Boy is a yellow Lab and lives in London. I'm still new enough to this bloggin' to remember those first posts and anxiously waitin' to see if anybody would show up, or better yet, let pee mail a comment. He has just published his first introductory post and I thought that maybe some of you would like to run over, check him and his profile out and make him feel welcome. I'm sure he would gladly accept any biscuits of advice you experts have to offer also. I just thought by mentionin' him, it would be like addin' a little fertilizer to help his blog grow faster. Ok, let's move on to the next tiny but important matter of business.

Coco, who is one of my many female admirers tagged me in her post over a week ago and I'm just now getting back to her. The tag is that I am supposed to go to the first folder on my computer and post the tenth picture in that folder. I will show you the picture she posted first, but I need to mention that it is for mature audiences only.

Does she know how to show off a pear of pink jeans, or WHAT? It's a good thing she lives in Malaysia, 'cuz I'm not so sure I could contain myself if she lived any closer!

Ok, goin' to my folder now and countin' to ten. Oh, no! It couldn't be a poorer quality photo to share! I think it was taken through the window so as not to wake me up. Just in case you can't make out what that brown blob is, let me explain. That was the second night I lived here and I didn't have a crate yet. The PUs cut up a computer box, covered a pillow with a towel and told me that was my bed. Pretty sad lookin' bed but it was still better than the straw lined stable I had been sleepin' in. As you can see, I am dead to the world and not concerned in the least with being taken away from my 4 legger Mom. The plastic tire on a rope was all mine and I didn't have to share toys with my brothers and sisters anymore.

So there you have it, my sweet Coco. Now part of the tag is choosin' other friends to do the same. Never bein' one to follow the rules, I'm just tellin' you all that if you wanna do this, have at it! Just be sure and let me know when you post yours so I'm sure not to miss it.

I must go now and prepare for surgery. Seems that my stuffie friend, Grunt, has mysteriously sprouted a growth of his own. Mom's next thing to allergic to needles that have thread attached and she's gonna need all the help she can get.

Here we go again, it's Monday.

Five full days before we can say we have the work week all sewed up.

I just hope your sewin' goes well and doesn't leave a nasty scar.

Chester ;0=)

Whistler Wednesday

Ta-Dah!

Yo Dawgs! WoW! It's so great to be back in DogBlogville! It feels like forever since I've sat down and rambled on about nuthin'. But have no fear - I'm back and ready to dump my empty thoughts into cyberspace once again.

Before I get too heavily into that, let me start out by makin' a confession. My last post indicated that I would be reportin' for jury duty, and I honestly assumed that I would be makin' the hour and a half trek north each day to do that. The truth is, they have not needed my services yet. I have checked frequently and my status is still "On Call" which means somebody got me all excited for nuthin' I am NOT supposed to report. Now this could all change but my paperwork indicates that they will do their best to give a week's notice before I must report. All that to say, I wanted to get back to my dawgs who are some of the most faithful around.

OK-I'm startin' to see the question marks above your noggins wonderin' just what in tarnation did Big Brown do durin' his week off? Well, truth be told, I decided to take a little blog recess to clear my brain and to catch up on some things that needed my Big Brown attention. I don't wanna bore you with all the details but I will share a couple of the latest happenins:

Top on the list is that the temperatures are risin' and so are the groundhogs. New holes are springin' up everywhere and I'm makin' it my business to investigate and document each and every one. That alone has been more than enough to keep me busy.

Next piece of business is that I finally got a new football. My last one had a run-in with Mom and the new snowblower durin' the blizzard and the end result is not pretty. Not pretty at all. I wouldn'ta believed it had I not seen it with my very own eyes, but I swear it looked like she was tryin' for a field goal as it sailed out of the snowblower and through the clothesline. She denies it all, of course.

WARNING!

THE FOLLOWING PICTURE MAY NOT BE SUITABLE

FOR THOSE WITH A WEAK CONSTITUTION

I have worked with what is left of this shell of a football and sadly must report that it has come along as far as it ever will. It's glory days are over and it will be sent to a nice home where it can live out the rest of it's days in a peaceful surrounding amongst other retirees.

On a more personal note, I had to agree with the PUs that I was in bad need of a make-over. My fur was gettin' shaggy and dull, and my nails were rough and broken from diggin'. Not that I'm obsessed with my looks but it doesn't hurt a dawg to take a little pride in their personal groomin', ya know what I'm sayin'? It's a real chore but sumtimes a dawg's just gotta do what a dawg's gotta do, so I allowed the PUs to take me to the local Pet Wash.

Now don't go thinkin' that this is one of them high-falutin' places that costs a lot of biscuits. I don't come out with little fancy schmancy bows in my fur either. Once here, I take a deep breath, charge through the door, find my place and get to business. 

 

 

Shampoo, rinse and conditioner with minute or two left to blow-dry.

In a matter of minutes the job is done and I can go out.

I usually let a tip for the next dog management on the fencepost outside.

It's still a little chilly so the PUs run the towel over me

before I climb back into the back of Mom's SUV. 

Mom got that washed this weekend too. She put the

new decal her friend bought for her on the window.

Cool, huh?

The PUs have been hearin' good things about some new gadgets to help a dawg maintain his or her good looks and have bought a couple that they are happy to report work rather well. First, the Furminator. If you haven't used one of these, you don't know what you're missin'. I know I've lost several inches on my love handles after they brushed me with it. Dad is amazed and Mom is excited because she's sure it will cut down on the amount of Big Brown hair all over the house. The other Tool du Jour is the Pedipaws nail file. "Yeah, like I'm gonna let them use a battery powered tool on my delicate paws", I thought when I first saw it. Huh! Don't ya know when they wanna use it they give me a bully stick? I wouldn't even know they're smoothin' my nails except for the faint smell of smoke.

Ta-Dah! 

There ya go, that's the highlights of my weekend.

 I'm findin' it hard to believe it's over already.

Now I'm all shined up and nowhere to go but work.

How about you? Not feelin' real shiny about the week ahead?

Ok, let's all take a deep breath, charge through the doors,

find our places and get to business.

The sooner we do, the sooner

we can all say "Ta-Dah" to a job well done.

Chester ;0=)

Watch Hog Wednesday

Chester's Field of Dreams

I hope your weekend is a dream come true.

Chester ;0=)

Punx Rocker

This is a Special Edition post.

Given what day it is, I'm sure any of you who know me well are not overly surprised to see me. For those of you who are not aware of the importance of today, it is Groundhog Day. Let me give you a little history about how this all started:


German tradition holds that if the sun comes out on Candlemas, the precursor to Groundhog Day, the hedgehog (or badger) will see its shadow and six more weeks of winter will follow. When German settlers came to Pennsylvania they continued this tradition, using groundhogs instead of hedgehogs to predict the weather.

The first official Groundhog Day was celebrated on February 2, 1886 in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, with a proclamation in The Punxsutawney Spirit by the newspaper's editor, Clymer Freas: "Today is groundhog day and up to the time of going to press the beast has not seen its shadow." The legendary first Groundhog Day trip to Gobbler's Knob was made the following year by a group of spirited groundhog hunters who dubbed themselves "The Punxsutawney Groundhog Club." Clymer, a member of the club, used his editorial clout to proclaim that Phil, the Punxsutawney Groundhog, was the one and only official weather prognosticating groundhog.

Phil's fame began to spread and newspapers from around the world began to report his predictions. Growing legions of fans started making the trek to Punxsutawney every February 2, and with the release of the 1993 movie Groundhog Day, starring Bill Murray, the crowds began to number in the tens of thousands. Phil's yearly Groundhog Day predictions are actually even entered into the Congressional Record! 

My PUs have put their foot down every year and forbid me to go, thinkin' that I might get a little carried away with the party spirit and cause some trouble.

 For once they couldn't have been more right.

I'm really havin' a blast here at Gobbler's Knob and would love to return again next year. But after 124 years of a rodent predictin' the weather, I think it's time for a change. This is, after all, the 21st century and who has time to travel when they can just turn on the TV?

Fast forward to Groundhog Day 2011

Happy Groundhog Day!

Chester ;0=)

Pee. Ess. That last picture was made in honor of my Uncle Scott's birthday which is today. He inspired it because he says I look like Al Roker. BOL!

Happy Birthday, Uncle Scotty!!!