2 schnauzers, 1 blog

Winter haircuts

Bertie: I hate haircuts in winter. I'm all shivery.

Oliver: At least your legs have some fur left on them.

Bertie: That's what happens when you get matted fur. Some of those matts were the size of your head.

Oliver: But now everyone is calling me skinny legs.

Bertie: It's just your imagination, skinny legs. No one is calling you that.

Oliver: I'm going to lie close to the fire. And I'm not going to share.

Bertie: Don't roast yourself too much, skinny legs.

(almost) Wordless Wednesday

Give us cottage cheese and your shoes will remain unharmed.

 

Who needs sleep?

Bertie: I'm slee-ee-py...

Oliver: Well, you shouldn't have kept us up all night, should you?

Bertie: I couldn't help it. I had insomnia.

Oliver: What does that mean - oh wait, does that mean you have to keep everyone in the house awake all hours of the night with your prowling and your woofing?

Bertie: It means it's not my fault that I did that.

Oliver: Hmm. I'm suspicious that this insomnia thing is a bit of a cop out.

Bertie: Well, nuts to you.

Oliver: And then, not only did you keep me awake, you got extra special snuggles and I had to sleep on my own at the end of the bed.

Bertie: heh heh. yep, I won. Special snuggles and my insomnia went. And I softly snored the rest of the night away.

Oliver: Snoring which also kept me up.

Bertie: The alarm went off way to early.

Oliver: (glare) For everyone.

(almost) Wordless Wednesday

Bertie: Grass, a recently emptied flower pot and sunbeams. What more could a puppy want?

finding our zen

Bertie: I like to have a well rounded exercise routine. Sleeping, eating, ambling around the block...

Oliver: I mainly focus on the eating. With napping to mix it up a bit.

Bertie: But I want to do something to quiet the yapping inside and become more centred. So I thought about yoga.

Oliver: I excel at downward dog. I think it was named after me, in fact.

Bertie: You know, somehow I don't see you as the zen type. Just a feeling really. Can't put my finger in it...

Oliver: I like sitting on the yoga mat. It's squishy.

(almost) Wordless Wednesday

Bertie: Sometimes Oliver...sees things. That may not be there. You know what I'm talking about.

Oliver: I don't. What do you mean? Hang on, can't talk, thought I saw something...

Slacker bloggers

Bertie: You've been so slack blogging lately.

Oliver: Me! It's not my job to do the blogging.

Bertie: Well, you say the most. And you butt in all the-

Oliver: I do not!

Bertie: Talk to the paw, ooo-kaaay?

Oliver: It wasn't me that dropped the blogging ball. It was my deputy. I put him in charge and he didn't step up to the doggy food bowl.

Bertie: You outsourced? So who is this guest blogger extraordinaire?

Oliver: Pink Pig.

Bertie: He doesn't look too pink. Are you sure he isn't Was Once Pink But Now Grey Pig?

Oliver: Don't be rude. It's Pink Pig. He's my favourite friend who is always there for me.

Bertie: Except when you ask him to blog for you.

Oliver: Hey, that's right! I am going to *so* snub him. Starting now.

 

(almost) Wordless Wednesday

Oliver: Me again! I love a good sniff. You're missing out, Bert. The sniffs are up, not down.