Thoughts for Today

Okay, in no particular order - what we learned today, my little malchicks:

1) When the dogs learn a new trick - that is, they step on the food bowl and scatter IAMS around the room in a perfect trajectory like a kibble minefield, it is not appropriate to laugh and say "Looks like YOU got a job to do" to Mrs. Wiggy.

2) Wooden kitchen spoons upside the brainbox hurt!

3) Mrs. Wiggy has a mean right. Like a folding chair alongside the head at a WWF wrasslin' match, it was. Stars. I swear I saw stars. And my Aunt Nana, telling me to wash up and come in for supper. Which is weird, since I never had and Aunt Nana.

4) Kibble hurts when you fall on it after being clouted with said wooden kitchen spoon. I don't know how dogs eat that stuff.

5) The dogs find this amusing, for reasons known only to dogs, and proceed to step all over you in their haste to express their laughter. And dogs don't know (or perhaps don't care) about stepping on a man's snarglies.

6) I believe we are going to rejoin Moose International. I was a member back in the late 1980's in Papillion, Nebraska. For a year or so. But it just sound like fun. I hope I get to wear a funny hat and make moose sounds. What the hell, I'm old now - I should be able to wear a ridiculous hat and drink in a club with only men in it. Oh wait - I could go to NYC and find that. Well.

7) A couple of our best friends, Milcom Miasma and Beuma-Jean Skleevage, have adopted a pair of cats from the local shelter. Toby and Oscar. Both are male, they got debagged and radished prior to being allowed to come home with our friends. Milcom allowed as to how they were both walking like cowboys. Yeah, with spurs that used to jingle, jangle, jingle. Now they got no spurs, if you catch my drift.

8) Gotta drive to Reston, Virginia on Wednesday. Not my idea of fun, but what the heck.

And that's it from Chez Wiggy. Keep yer stick on the ice.

Smooches,

Wiggy

PS - I got a classic old Brownie camera recently. For reasons known only to my witch-doctor, I insist on taking pictures with it. Here's one of the dogs in the backyard. Scary, huh?



Oh yes. And this. There is a former Paul Bunyan statue in town. It used to be Paul Bunyan. Now it just stands around and gives a Nazi salute where his axe used to be. Really. But it is his creepy eyes that get me. Scary monsters: