Workin' Like A Dawg

It's Monday mornin'  - time to bite punch the time clock once again. I know you all think that because I'm a dawg, I just lay around and sleep all day and do nuthin' to earn my keep.

Well, let me show you the day I had last week:

Here I am, ready to tear into it.

I was really gettin' into my work here,

when out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement.

Work had to be set aside for just a moment as I watched these turkey mamas and their young'ns walkin' past the job site.

They made me hungry and I realized it was time for some lunch.

Not quite done yet, better put it back in for another minute or so.

 It was a little dry, but I choked it down anyway.

An afternoon siesta made the rest of the day go fast.

And then it was time to call it a day.....

.....and head for home.

As you can see, it's not easy, bein' a workin' dawg.

I hope now I've put you in the mood to tear into your work week

~ and all that it entails.

Chester ;0=)

Randomly Bein' Brown Monday

Some of you may remember me postin' about Frankentree awhile ago and how the removal of him was just the start of a kitchen remodelin' project. Well, we are full-swing into this chaos and I don't have a lot of time to go into details about the life and times of my Chocolate-ness right now. Once the dust settles around here, hopefully I will once again be able to organize my Big Brown thoughts.

So, rather than be totally absent I thought I'd share some random photos that have been snapped here and there without much of a common thread.

Let's see - here is me and my new shiny bucket....

....and that shovel back there is what the PUs use to dispose of my land monuments. Not that it's important, just thought you might wanna know.

We had a family picnic a few weeks ago and my 4 legger cousins came to the along to play.

Meet Oscar....

....and Erica.

As you can see, they had a zoomie good time.

(Take note of the absence of Big Brown in these pictures. Sumpthin' about me bein' a nuisance around so many adults who are not payin' attention to their food plates. I guess Oscar's and Erica's short legs can be an advantage) 

Remember Sharkey? Well, when he first came to my house, Mom thought we'd take a few pics. She tossed him in the air for me to catch and well, he kinda got speared by the maple tree. 

Now here's where long legs can be an advantage - not to mention the usefulness of such long limbs when it comes to counter surfin' - but we won't go into that right now.

This is a picture of some pretty flowers that grow at my GrandPUs house - they're called yarrow. They're yellow but it's not 'cuz I peed on 'em. Well OK, mebbee I did but I think they woulda been yellow anyway.

Last but not least, this is me headed straight for the camera operator.

aka: Mom

That's it for now, and we've just seen another weekend come to a screechin' halt. There ain't much we can do other than crash right into the next five days and see what happens. You might be surprised to see how much fun it can be.

Chester ;0=)

Infested Waters

Just when I thought it was safe to go into the water....

....a Blue LAND SHARK
terrorized the waters at my GrandPU's house!!!

I sprung into action....

....as he taunted me from afar.

Check out his teeth!

Better yet, check out my face!!!

 

Gotcha!

It's a fish fight to the very end.

Haulin' home the catch of the day.

Shark: it's what's for dinner.

If you plan on doin' any swimmin' on this Fourth of July weekend,

you can now feel safe in knowin' that the waters will be safe for you to play in.

Enjoy!

Chester ;0=)

The rest of the story:

This most wonderful stuffie surprise came from one of my bestest friends, Sweet Sasha. Sharky Malarky (as I have named him) is built to last and the label says it is "The world's Tuff-est soft dog toy". I have set out to prove that claim wrong and am pretty sure I will be havin' a blast while tryin'.

Thank you Sweet Sasha and family! ♥

Oh, just one more thing I have to share with you: soon after I started playin' with Sharky, Mom announced to all my Facebook friends that I just loved my new crocodile. Apparently Mom does not know the difference between a "CRIKEY", and a  "DER, Dernt, Der, Dernt....DER, Dernt, DER, Dernt". How she got this far in life is beyond me.

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=)

Spa Therapy

Hey Dawgs - how's it hangin' with you? Do you remember me tellin' you last Monday that the weekend had been hard on me and I ended up with a limber tail? Doggone! I was hurtin' and the only way I was goin' to get thru the week was to be in a drug induced haze. OK, so baby aspirin might not be the hottest drug on the street but still, I was in pain and I needed my fix every twelve hours to help me get by.

The followin' picture shows my broken wag:

My tail is usually my crownin' glory and some have even said it has a life of it's own, so this was embarassin' to say the least. I did manage

to struggle through the week but when Saturday came,

I decided it was time to pamper myself a bit and

take a good, long, hot soak in the bathtub.

Ahhhh, I could get used to this kinda treatment!!!

Between your prayers and a good hot soak,

my tail is back and it's flyin' high again.

I got to feelin' real good and I was so bustin' with energy that my PUs decided a day at the Canine Spa would help and we wouldn't have to worry about the water bein' too cold. So we loaded up the truck and we moved to Beverleee ~ Hills, that is; swimmin' pools, movie stars...

Ooops, got off on a whole 'nother tangent there. Anywhoooo, I had the whole place to my ownself and I jumped and splished and splashed like a wild dawg.

Then I met a new friend and I wouldn't let him outta my sight, or my grip.

Meet Louie, Louie Lobster. Louie just hangs out at the Spa

all the time waitin' for somedawgy like me to come along and

take  him swimmin'.

I obliged Louie's wishes time and time again.

Louie is a crusty old dude but I still wanted to take him home with me.

That's when Mom gave me a stern talkin' to and told me that

Louie had to stay there to welcome the other Spa guests.

I let her have her way. This time. 

Oh well, I guess Louie might like it better at the Spa anyway

and I can't say that I blame him. I'd stay there too if I could.

Monday has rolled back into the picture once again and

I'm sure we'd all rather be havin' fun in a cement pond.

Maybe some day soon I'll hit some bubblin' crude when huntin' and

when I do, you dawgs are gonna be the first ones invited

to my Beverly Hills mansion!

And yeah, Louie will greet you at the gate.

Until then, have a great week!

Chester ;0=)

Pee. Ess. - My GrandPU's knee is healin' up just fine but we are still helpin' him and GramPU out a lot. Not to sound like a broken record (whatever that is) but our blog visitations leave much to be desired. We hate not seein' what you're all up to and we plan on stoppin' by as soon as we can.