Sunday, May 10, 2009

MY sister, "Tee Bird." isn't here right now.....


She is a very rare albino Yorkie and she is busy snorkling in the crystal blue waters of the Caribbean.

I told her how you harass me EVERY time I go past your creepy window and she says I should file a SPECIAL complaint with the condo association against you and they will kick all your butts right back to UPTOWN where you belong!!!

Also, she says when she gets back she is going to whup your whuppie so I'd hide under my bed for several weeks if I was you!

Olaf aka "Tobey"

Pay No Attention


Dear Pip of Pip's Ear, Master of the Inner Eight Ball,

Sometimes it is best to just ignore the insults of the common herd. I was deeply shocked by the recent post "Hello, Mojumbo." But as I say, pay it no heed.

I say this not just as a friend and loyal follower of your marvelous blog, but also as your long-lost sister Jujube. You know, Pip, there were only two of us and we were very close as puppies. It broke my heart to be adopted by strangers, although I cannot complain about my treatment here in Cricklewood.

In any case, let me set the record straight. You and I are designer puppies, not common curs. It is true that we endured many hardships at the kennel where we were raised, some of whose denizens referred to us, most unfairly, as mud-bloods. All of this I attribute to jealousy and envy of our unique characteristics and energetic dispositions.

Incidentally, I am glad to see that you continue to venerate rabbits and that a rabbit has figured prominently in several of your marvelous adventures. We had to take a lot of ribbing about some of our physical traits when we were puppies because of our spectacular jumping and spinning abilities and because our hind legs were so much longer than our front legs.

We have always thought that you had a peculiar destiny. I have a copy of our birth horoscope that spells it all out. Something about spheres and tunnels and that you are not like other dogs. I'll send it to you under separate cover by snail mail.

But about this "Olaf" aka "T--y", I understand that he has been subjected to a species of brain-washing called obedience training and that he is confined to a jail cell called a crate at night. Ugh! No wonder he is spouting this demented drivel on your blog.

Hold your head high, Pip. You are special. You are not like other dogs.

Jujube

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Hey, Mojumbo!


You want to talk some TRASH??? I'll talk some, too - about YOU!

First of all, I HEARD that you were a PUPPY MILL critter and 'were raised in a LAUNDRY ROOM over a FLORIST SHOP!
I ALSO heard you were a HOOSIER!
THEN I heard that you were bought off the SALE TABLE and people REJECTED you in Evanston and your "Mill" mom had to bring you BACK home UNSOLD!! Horrors!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then when "him" and "her" DID finally agree to BUY YOU - they got you on "SALE" and you were all THIN and SCARDY and just shookandshookandshook all the time.

You didn't eat AT ALL and then they found out you were SICK (!) and had some WEIRD ILLNESS!

YUCK! I hope you're still not CONTAGIOUS as MY folks won't let me go past your creepy dirty WINDOW any more!
To be continued......

Dear "Olaf"

And by the way, I know your real name. Lets just say it begins with a "T" and ends in a "y", and we will leave it at that.

Also, I know that you cannot help being cute. I have the same problem. But get serious, kiddo, who is cuter, I ask you, and who was the cuter puppy?

Nuff said.

But to the substance of your question. I have consulted the inner eight ball and it says "Get real." As in grow up, kid, the sooner the better.

I have nothing against you personally, but as you mature, you will realize that your territory is very important. Also, you will come to understand that barking is a very satisfying activity.

We live in a society here, and in any society there are rules and limits. I have seen you hanging out with those two little white poodle things. Let me tell you something about them. They are bad company. First of all, they bark - actually, yip is a more appropriate description - far more than I do. And when they are alone, they keep it up incessantly, just like the stupid spaniels next door who howl disconsolately all day.

Then, of course, they take liberties. They pee and poop all over the garden area right in front of my window, and I even saw them frolicking and peeing on the grassy knoll outside my patio. This is intolerable. It is an affront to me and really to all civilized values. It must stop.

So, listen, "Olaf", you will soon be out there with the rest of us, trying to maintain some order, some sense of sanity in this unnatural world. So try to show some empathy as well.

I have four portals to defend, and frankly I wonder if it is getting beyond my capacities to do so. First off, there is the main window, the one where we have had our brief encounters. Then there is the patio door where there is always some new intruder, not to mention the idiot children who play badminton and basketball and soccer at any hour of the day. Then I have discovered two new portals upstairs, each giving a slightly different, and in many ways superior perspective to the same areas.

Yesterday, what with running up and down the stairs and barking and growling and everything else, I felt quite exhausted by mid-afternoon and settled in for a longer than usual nap.

But, you know, at heart I have a benign disposition toward other life forms. Birds are cool, though noisy. Squirrels and rabbits I have nothing against. Bugs suck, especially spiders and flies. (I hunt them. Excellent sport).

To illustrate my point, today, while rambling through Lincoln Park, I encountered two broods of goslings and another party of morning dove chicks. These kids were really cute and sweet. We should be more like them.

Why do you hate me?


Dear Pip of Pip's Ear, Master of the Inner Eight Ball,

This is a serious question. I live in your complex. You know who I am. Whenever I walk by your window, you jump up and down on your pillow-covered leather hassock and bark, bark, bark.

I am only little. What do you have against me?

I know I am cute, but I cannot help that?

Olaf

Monday, May 4, 2009

What a cool guy!

I wish I had a pal like that!

Saturday, May 2, 2009

This is the way "she" looked when she came home....


Not a very pretty picture, is it? In addition to everything - going back to a full time "yob" for the first time in 10 years, finding out where her"cube" is, the bathroom, etc. - she took the WRONG bus home and had to walk a mile in shoes that were too big. Grrrrrrrr.....

When we saw "her" coming we RAN and hid - wouldn't you??

'Didn't come out for an hour til she had several glasses of vinegar wine. Then she made "him" promise to drive her EVERY morning in the future!

Back to the vinegar!!!

The "Fat Man"

The "Fat Man"
We find him strangely intriguing but they won't let us at him. I think they just want to torment us. Life sucks. One of these days me and Bob are going to get him.

This is the sink we hid under last week.

This is the sink we hid under last week.
Me and old Bob came thisclose to being wiped out by a tornado headed STRAGHT to Lakeview! That was a close one!