Month: November 2007

Dennis’s Diary of Destruction

Dennis must have seen my earlier post lamenting my lack of things to write about, because he had a field day destroying things today, including: Several small pumpkins. Halloween is over, dammit! Make pies or throw them away! Another pair of my wife’s slippers….

you’re both losers

Tucker, i don’t sleep in bed because my fur is too thick and i would be hot. besides, beds are for HUMANS. you’re not a human, are you? (don’t try to deny you’re a dog. i’ve seen you eating poop.) you’d better stop trying…

i’m being defamed by a hillbilly

hello readers, this is Tucker the “other” vizsla. don’t be fooled by anything Dennis might tell you. he’s just some weird foster dog from the sticks. he can’t even spell or use punctuation. i’ve been trying to annoy him by licking him incessantly in…

whuts my brudders problem?

hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog again i wuz wundering abowt my brudder Tucker the other vizsla dog hes always wining and carrying on like wen mama is getting owr brekfast reddy he wines and paces and wont be kwiet until dada…

My Blog Is Ruined

So it’s been like three days and Dennis hasn’t destroyed anything. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Well, he tore up one issue of Newsweek, but it was the “1968” issue so what can you expect? Dennis doesn’t like hippies and 1968 was crawling with them. Or…

this sok smels like mama …

… and its mine!

im prety shoor dada keeps the treets in heer

tanksgiving

weve herd peepl tawk abowt eeting stufing on tanksgiving, but frankly we tink its overrated

Dennis Goes To Fiesta Island, Suffers Flashback

So on Sunday, we took Dennis, Tucker, and Trixie to Fiesta Island, a large off-lead park in San Diego, to meet some other people from the local vizsla rescue group, including his sister, who was also rescued from the canyon in Lake Elsinore. (His…

its my mess and i love it

im falsly acused

hello nice reederz its dennis daddy left hisself loged in agin so i am heer to tel yoo i did not tare up the chaze lounj i was jus minding my own bizness when sudnly the chaze lounj came to life an starded chasing…

“You’ve got a nice army base here, colonel.”

So it seems that we didn’t pay Dennis his “protection money” (AKA “pig ears”) when we left for work yesterday, and my wife thinks that’s why he turned the living room into a chaise lounge abattoir. I don’t know if that’s the case, or…

Did That Used To Be A Sheep?

No, that was a leather chaise lounge, otherwise known as “the most expensive piece of furniture in the house”. The big white blob is the pillow that once formed the backrest of the lounge. However it was also way too big for the room,…

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