May 27, 2008

I'd eat it. Me gustan los infant-burritos.

May 17, 2008

 

 

Today, my Hillary had a bunch of lady people over.  There was much fuss over one of them who was wearing a sissy little crown.  She wouldn't last five minutes at my park.  The girls did some simply ridiculous things.  They seemed to lack even a basic understanding of what a pooper-scooper is for and how clicker training is supposed to work.

The upside is that some one brought a cake depicting a pleasant puppy picnic.  I'd eat it.

May 10, 2008

If they buy it for me, I can do with it what I please, right?  Ripping its head off was the best part.

Panther: 1, Dachshund shaped bunny: 0

Till we meet again.

May 6, 2008

This is yet another entry in the theme of food related challenges.  Except this time, the humans wouldn't let me play. Anyway, the big one and the blonde one played "Grande Challenge" in which one must eat a grande meal from Taco Bell in one hour. A grande meal, btw, is ten soft tacos. This is really my idea of a good time, but it appeared that the people involved did not enjoy it. Anyway, the big one made it through; the blonde one failed like a little girl. I'd offer to train her, but I'm not sure she has the competitive eating spirit. As always, they hid the trash from me to make sure I had a fun time finding it. And I did find it.

May 1, 2008

Today was epic.  I would venture to say that no other day will live up to this, ever.  I hope to be proven wrong.

The one in the pink pants opened a fresh jar of peanut butter and made herself a sandwich.  She left the nearly full jar on the counter just for me.  I call it the Skippy Challenge.  To win, you must eat an entire jar of Skippy in one sitting.

Also, Ginger looks totally miffed that she didn't get in on the action.  Next time, little dog.  Next time.