Posted on August 19, 2012, in Dogs, scams, Vizslas and tagged Dogs, elvis impersonators, food, mice, mutt muffs, opt out, scams, Vizslas. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.
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Dennis...Meadow wants to sign up. Right now she even has a bomb shelter of her own...she and Leah ta
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The seagull usually wins. the spirit of Maggie the Vizsla
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BOL - love the visit from the Doctor! Sam
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If you want to hear REAL thunder, just head to Kansas - it can get really loud here. Woos - Phantom,
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Haha! Cosmo says "make way for me, I need some floor space in that closet with you guys!!"
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Does this mean you're afraid of thunder? Or not? Happy Dada Day!
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THUNDER ..BOMBS... BOOMS... I am shakin like crazy here. Happy DADDA day !!!
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It looks like it is going to be a wild Sunday at your house!
Sam
Wow, we love that logic. We’ll have to try it with Jan. She gets kind of locked into whatever she’s doing and doesn’t even remember we’re here. Wonder if she could sign a check to us while she’s “deaf.”
My Mom is totally deaf and she wouldn’t give me the time of day. It just depends on how smart they are. What I want to know is how do you become an Elvis impersonator? Can you get green papers for doing it? My Mom could sew me up a suit but I’d need a gitar. Shall we try this, Dennis? Tucker? Trixie?
Kisses,
Stella
Tucker, some things never change! lol Elvis impersonators impersonating superheroes… This sounds interesting!
Bunny
Tucker I don’t see anythingy good coming from ANY of this.
Hey Dennis!
Wow, I think those ear thingies are really bad, bad, bad. You’ve lost your kibble and know you’ve got a house full of Elvi. (Hmmm…is Elvi the proper plural of Elvis?). Anyway, the only possible good would be if they all start eating pb and ‘naner sandwiches…then score! But, if they all start singing, the ear thingies would be helpful.
Grr and Woof,
Sarge, COP
Drat…I meant “now”, not “know”. Darn paws anyway. shesh
Great opt-out plan Tucker, and boy are you fast!
Opt out funny stuff! :+)
I was just looking at the animal shame blog and was thinking of a certain dog which will remain namless. :+) http://dog-shaming.com/ I guess the nameless one has some good company. Hope you guys are all doing well.
I like opt out. It means I can eat from the compost bucket until mama says “Get out of there.” The option renews automatically every time the kitchen door is opened. I’ve had a hard time reading your stories lately, but we have a new ISP now that may be faster. Sometimes, mama says. Maggie the Vizsla