The Whistler's Dream

Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...

Random Fluffy Foto!

Random Fluffy Foto!
Writing in bed, and Beka editing by ear. Really. The ear typed some letters. Really.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Saturday Humor - Week From Sheol Edition

It's been one of Those Weeks...


And the days to come won't get a whole lot easier, making a certain Calbert want to retreat to the Fortress of Solitude (blanket fort) for a little while...


Like, the next couple of months. That sounds about right.

Sometimes sitting in the sun is a decent substitute for the Fortress of Solitude (blanket fort)...


But, the major drawback is while the sun is indeed warm, it's not as snuggly as a Beka.


The problem this morning is, as every parent knows all too well, on a special day there is NO sleeping in...


"Pssst! Are you awake yet? How about now? How about now? Now? Now? NOWWWWW??"


"For the love of tennis balls! The alarm went off at 6:30, you've snoozed to 7:30, now let's get GOING!!!"


"Dad? DAD?? DAAAAAAAAAAAAAD????? GET UP!!!"


"Wakey, wakey, eggs and (doggie) bac-ey!! GET UP!!"

To be fair, she does have some justification in her excitement... Today is her birthday, and our dear Beka is now a two year old. Terrible Twos? No - at least not yet. But she IS a little excited today...


(Or I'm having some fun at her expense, to bring some laughter to the end of a trying week... You decide...)


"I don't care what you're doing - do it out of that Fortress of Solitude (blanket fort)... GET UP!!"

She has good reason to be excited, even though she doesn't have a clue why... She's spending her birthday at the Chuck E. Cheese's of the canine world...



"Open the door - this door. Right here. Open the door. Please please please open the door!"

For this is the Wardrobe Door, and beyond lies Doggie Narnia...


"I'll sit pretty. Open the door. See? I'm good. I'm pretty. Open the door. Please? Pleeeeese??"

The dog park awaits, with friends to romp with, balls to chase, ropes to tug on, and lots of space to RUN!!


"Ahem... Ready for take off. Beka in a locked and upright position. Ears stowed away. All paws checked and ready to hit the runway..."



"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease???"

Yes, pretty girl. Off you go.

Now, the fine and friendly folks at Green Paws, besides taking such great care of every one of the furbabies in their charge, also take pictures, so we doggie parents can check on the kids... Actually, it's a great way to see our dogs in full-tilt play... So here's some pics from this morning, as our birthday girl gets her puppy on...


"Oh HECK YEAH!!!!!"


Stuff to chase...


Stuff to catch...


Stuff to drink...


"NEXT!!" "Thanks, Beka." "You are welcome, my peep!"


And buddies to do it all with.  Well, "Ace," actually. His name's not Buddy - it's Ace. She has two buddies that aren't Buddys - they're Aces. Just to be clear.

To every play day there is a season... a time to romp...


And a time to refrain from romping.


"Hey Beka - what the heck is 'romping?'" "No clue. Just smile, pose for the paparazzi, and when they're distracted, run away. Or lick yourself. Either works. But don't try them both at the same time - not good. Believe me - not good..."


Thank you, amazing folks at Green Paws. Our girl is having the best birthday ever, thanks to you! 

Happy birthday, BekaDog. See you tonight, in the Fortress of Solitude (blanket fort).

Thanks for helping us end the "week from the pit of sewage" with some laughs. Tune in next time to hear Beka say...


"Best. Birthday. EVAH!"

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