Pip's Ear: April 2015

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Friday, April 24, 2015

Thursday, April 9, 2015

This may sound strange and maybe I am dreaming the whole thing, but earlier this week I was kidnapped by space aliens who attempted to implant a surveillance device in my right eyeball. OK, laugh it off as delusional if you want, but above you will see photographic proof. That's me materializing in the living room after, by a stoke of luck and good fortunate, I was able to teleport myself from their lair.

I'm still trying to piece the story together. More later. Stay tuned to this channel.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

I'm back, baby!

Friday, April 3, 2015

Back in the Driver's Seat

Whole and intact and in glorious color. I had to take certain steps to correct matters. I'm back, baby!

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Whew!

That was a trip! I'm back in color, but, for some inexplicable reason, half of me is missing. What gives here? We are not happy. Not happy at all.

The most interesting dog in the world.

My ears are insured by Lloyds of London. So is my tail. I am a lover not a fighter, but I have very sharp teeth and I know how to use them. I have sampled forty-six varieties of cheese. They are all pretty good. My nose leather is twenty-four degrees colder than my body temperature. It will freeze chilled yoghurt instantly. There are seventy-five cushions or pillows in this apartment. They are all good. Some are heavier or softer than others. My bark is thirty-eight time worse than my bite. It can cause ear damage if one is not careful. My bite, however, is pretty bad. So watch out. I have sixteen frog toys. Each of them is of a slightly different shade of green. Some make noise and some are silent. I like them all. None of them are pods. They all have names, though none of the names are particularly imaginative. I don't always crunch up ice cubes soaked in liquor, but when I do I prefer Glenlivet. I will, however, accept White Chocolate Martinis as an adequate substitute.

Sponge Bob

My best friend. I love Bob. Many people wonder what makes ole Bob tick. He's definitely an enigma wrapped in a baloney sandwich. HA HA! No, really he's a wild one. Sometimes he shocks even me and I thought I was on to all of his tricks. He's wiley, old Bob is. But that's what I like about him. He keeps me young. Some folks ask me how I met him. All I can say is one day he was just *there.* That sure was a lucky day for me -for both of us. He had a hard life, coming up, I know that, so sometimes I have to cut him a lot of slack, if you know what I mean. Life's been pretty cruel to Bobby.

Pip's Ear

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Writer's Block

Friday, April 24, 2015

Waking Up Is Hard To Do

Thursday, April 9, 2015

The Real Story