Caturday Matinee: The Food Critic
Caturday Matinee: Lazy Saturday
Caturday Matinee: Easily Amused
Caturday Matinee: Pineapple
Throwback (Saya) Thursday: Om Nom Nom
Saya Saturday: You’re In The Big Leagues
reepeet sunday my diry of destrukshun!!!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wile dada kontinyooz to vizzit with my mimmier and pippier and auntie he also kontinyooz to slak off abowt helping me post!!! so in desperayshun i hav ternd to the faymus online randum number jenerating site random dot org to pik wun of my old posts as a reepeet for tooday and wow did it go way way way way way bak this time to the mithikal yeer too thowsand and seven!!! this is like the forth post ever wot wuz abowt me in fakt it is so old that it oridjinally appeerd on dadas awthor blog before he reealized that he wuz just holding me bak and gave me my own blog!!! ennyway this appeerz to be sum sort of list or katalog of stuf wot misteeryusly got damadjd wile i wuz neerby but as we all no it wuz just ninja hedjhog sabotadj ennyway heer it is!!! ok bye
Wordless Wednesday: The Other Red Meat
Observed Around The Shoe Store
i hav pruf i didnt do it
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog wel the other day mama and dada came home frum shopping and of korse they blaymd me for this:
Dennis’s Diary of Destruction
So it’s been a while since I posted any actual destruction here on Dennis’s Diary of Destruction … now that he’s crated while we’re gone, his opportunities for mischief are greatly reduced. Still, this week he managed to chew up a couple of things:
- A copy of Tastes of Italia, because any magazine with that many great Italian recipes in it must taste pretty good itself. (He’s actually still trying to steal that issue off the desk as I type this.)
- A pen. He was probably planning to write a letter to The Honest Kitchen apologizing for the “Green … Stuff” post.
- My wife’s slippers. Now, this is nothing unusual for Dennis, but these particular slippers are ones that she lost a while ago. I just found them yesterday under the bed, while I was flipping the mattress. I retrieved them, washed them, and put them on my wife’s feet still (warm from the dryer) while she was snoozing on the remains of the chaise lounge. The very next morning, Dennis chewed them up.