Back in the saddle...

You people have no idea of the kind of pressure I'm under...squirrels to chase, cats to intimidate, a Golden Retriever's bed to steal...And yet, I'm supposed to churn out pithy, witty, human-oriented humor 24/7...it's just too much to ask.

Still, I've been a bit remiss (okay, a lot remiss).

What's new for the Wiener Dog?

Remodel:

The Papa came out and framed in the fireplace. The Dad remembered his old jigsaw puzzle days and slapped some drywall on it...a little tape and a lot of mud can cover up those unsightly gaps!

Outside:

The weather's too nice for a dog to be confined. So, outside we went to work on the landscaping. Only the afficianado's will even notice the difference...still the grass never would grow under that tree (and no, it's not my fault).

Husker State Games:

Just when I think sports season is over and I won't be dragged to anymore hot weather events, it's bike race time again.

Who's more tired...Ian or me?!

Not a bad day's racing...two silvers. Have to leave something to strive for, right?

The race was not without it's attractions for the wiener dog. I met a new friend, Keila.

She's a long hair (no, not a hippy...a long-haired dachsund). We share a birthday even. Go figure.

Just because we're friends doesn't mean we agree on everything:

A guy's got to stand up for what he believes in, right?

Well, it's the big KC weekend. I think I'll be hangin' with my bro, Roscoe...good times, I'm sure. Ride the Mamba for me, little World's o' Fun peeps!

Peace. Out.

Can't leave well enough alone...

'Sup, y'all?
I'm a simple dog. I don't ask for much. Three square meals a day...a sneaker to chew on...trips outside to...well, you know...

It's a pretty nice life I've carved out for myself. And yet, the humans just can't leave well enough alone.

Here's what I mean:

That's right...it's a CAT! A cat, I say!!

Want to know how I feel about cats? I'd rather stand on the unstable arm of a moving porch swing than share my space with a cat!

It seems that everyone is calling it "hey, kitty"...I suppose if it's going to stay it should have a name. It keeps hiding from us, so the leading candidate for names is "Heidi." Please put your votes in the comments section and let me know what you think.

In a futile gesture to make up for the indignity, my brother, Roscoe, got to come over and play today. As Tate might say, "I bite you!"...

Do you think that this picture makes my ears look big?

I think I'll go pout in my kennel.

Peace. Out.

PS: If you happen to know a cat, I have a message for it: Fear the Wiener Dog!!

What a day!!

If that wasn't the biggest day ever...

Started out at the pond where I was unceremoniously dumped into the lake. Is this supposed to be fun? Can I swim? Yes I can. Do I want to swim? No I do not. If that isn't bad enough, I'll never get all the sand out!

Then, it's off to Uncle David's for his renown fireworks display. Can there be anything better than 9 kids all leaving plates of food and cold drinks sitting on the ground?

Let's see...did we cover all the 4th of July bases?

Rocket's red glare...check.




Bombs bursting in air...check.




Flag still there...check.




The cousins put on a truly disturbing display of air guitar skillz.


Just when you think it can't get any better...an ice cream cake for Kimmy's birthday!!
Here's a little shout out to CoCo for leaving your ice cream on the driveway! My plan from now on: follow you everywhere you go!


All in all, a good day...but I'm dog-tired.

In parting, a little note to Uncle David: If you find any wet spots on your carpet, let's just agree that it was probably YaYa, Tater or CoCo.

For now...Peace. Out.

Oscar

A Mouth Full of Metal

I know what you were thinking: the wiener dog is all out of ideas...he's tapped out after only a week of blogging. Au contraire, mon ami.

The Tigger returned home today a different and, perhaps, more scary person.

She left the house looking like this:

She returned looking like this:

Still a good-looking gal. But, you have to admit, to someone my size, a little frightening!

Here's a little shout-out to my cousins! Hey, y'all. You ready to blow up some stuff tomorrow? It's the Fourth! Swim 'til you can't stand up...eat until you can't breathe...set off explosions legally! We've waited a whole year for David's strobe-light-pharaoh-dance! Anything goes. After all, it's our country's birthday!! See ya tomorrow, peeps!

Peace. Out.