Month: September 2017

jobs i cud maybe hav!!!

hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay as yoo may rekall i hav in the past tried varyus kareers inklooding beeing tuckers food tayster and selling majik flying koasters and trying to help hinja hedjhogs reeform and beeing a grooming inspektor but i hav stil not kwite fownd the rite kareer for me and for a wile i thawt maybe vizsla dogs cud not hav reel jobs however reesently i hav seen varyus nooz artikuls abowt vizsla dogs akting as bom sniffing dogs and as sertch and reskyew dogs chek it owt!!!

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Throwback (Dennis) Thursday: Clothes Pile Blanket

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Picture taken April 11, 2015

Dada’s Note: Dennis’s last round of tests didn’t find any of the things they were looking for (the “C” word had been mentioned again but has now been pretty definitively ruled out). In this case negative is a good thing. We still don’t really know what caused Dennis’s system to crash in mid-August, but he seems to have finally bounced back from it. He continues to eat his new kibble, and while he hasn’t gained back all the weight he lost, and probably won’t, he is bouncing around in the 45 pound range, which will do. He’s back to shredding cardboard at every opportunity and snorgling the cats when he’s in the mood, so for now, at least, all is well in the animal kingdom here. Well, except for the Madagascar rainbow fish that died a few weeks ago. C’est la vie.

Deus Ex Cattina

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Gollum: “Well now that we has collected our new Ray-Bans from the tricksy stoner dog, we thinks it’s time to has our snacky-snack mousie. Gollum!”
Dennis: “How many pairs of sunglasses do you carry around with you, Spicoli?”
Spicoli: “Oh, a dozen or so.”
Mouse: “Nice going, hipsters. Because of you, that freak thinks he gets to eat me.”
Charlee: “He totally cheated.”
Mouse: “Of course he did! How could you be naive enough to think he wouldn’t?”
Chaplin: “Well, we are just kittens …”
Mouse: “Trouble would never have let a pseudo-hipster get the better of her like this.”
Chaplin: “Trouble? Who is Trouble?”

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Gollumic Pentameter

Smeagol: “I, Smeagol, declare that this poetry slam is on. Your first poem must be in Gollumic pentameter.”
Charlee: “Gollumic pentameter?”
Chaplin: “I don’t think that’s even a thing.”
Smeagol: “It might not be a thing on the surface, but it’s all the rage at Club Smeagol.”
Spicoli: “Why does the weird dude get to decide what kind of poem they do?”
Dennis: “I guess on account of we said he could be the judge.”
Mouse: “What have you hipsters gotten us into?!”

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