Land of the Atomic Booty Scratch

Stanley’s mama is an EXCELLENT booty scratcher.  And chin-action giver.  And present chooser.  But I have talents too… Yes I will allow you to try to teach me about sticks.  I will even play the eager student. Until you drop it and I place the mighty Paw of Doom upon it.  Then it’s mine. Catch…

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November 2nd

Full Moon + All Souls Day + Dia de los Muertos + Mama’s Birthday = November 2nd. Mama didn’t want to celebrate this year.  She wasn’t feeling in the spirit.  And as much as she likes cake, she didn’t want to eat a whole cake by herself.  So she didn’t really tell anyone that today…

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Making Mama Smile

I have spent this past week taking care of mama.  She’s been unhappy.  Today is 8 months since dad has been gone, and well, she’s just had a crappy week all around.  So today I assumed my position in back seat (my “CEO spot”) and insisted that we go out to have some fun. Can…

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Flexi-bility

This morning, my Flexi leash broke.  For all of you humans out there, mama describes the breaking as such: When your doggie pulls the Flexi to it’s maximum and you hear a sickening crack that is NOT coming from inside of your hand but from the large black plastic thing in your hand – that’s…

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Squirrel Patrol

Ah, a break in the clouds, no rain for a little while.  Midday walkie time! Ah, pretty leaves.  So many colors. They’re EVERYWHERE.  Soft on my tootsies. But wait… what’s that? Perhaps with your human eyes, you cannot see him.  But I could feel his presence, see him, smell him.  A squirrel is in this…

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Going Aireborne

Hey, it’s Monday and mama is home – what’s up with that?  Oh… it appears that her schedule at work has changed, so now she will be off on Sundays and Mondays.  Works for me… where are we going? We always try to walk around different neighborhoods.  Today we took a swing through the Belmont…

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I Had a Dream…

Early this morning.  I was trying to enter a Wal-mart-type store with a large black cat – and I was in a wheelchair.  This cat was Onyx, an all-black cat, one of the dearest animals I’ve ever had the pleasure of being owned by. (Onyx passed away a few years ago.  I keep Onyx’s ashes…

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Cone-age

Mid-day walkie – seemed like it was going to be uneventful, until… What is that in your hand mama?  The one you’re holding onto behind your back? PINE CONES!!! Gimme!  Gimme!  Gimme! Check out my STYLE!!! But why oh why must I always have to WORK for my cones, mama? Not that I’m complaining, you…

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