My, what big PEEPS you have

Err, I mean, what big FEET you have.

I mean ... oh forget it. This is sick. Who does stuff like this?

And even worse, who RUINS stuff like this?

Oh yeah of course. Wootie. Don't deny it Wootie. You don't have a leg to stand on. har har.

What.


That's right folks. The GODDAMN NEVERENDING MR. PICKLES PEEPS are still lurking around my house. STILL. Mr. Pickles told me that if you keep them in a dark cupboard, they multiply. I now believe this is true.

But the dogs are eager to do damage control.

OM NOM NOM NOM!

All that's left for poor Donut is the feetsies.

Your Food Lady must have done something terrible in a past life, because she is, once again, unemployed. Le sigh. I haz bad luck with non profits.

On the upside, I haz loads of free time to wander around aimlessly from dog beach to dog beach. And I have decided to take Mr. Pickles and The Sofa with me everywhere I go. Today it was Spanish Banks.

Where The Sofa ...

...tried to overthrow The Flamboyance. Literally.

It all started with a Kong War.

They were evenly matched.

But poor Sofa stood no chance against the Power Of The Flamboyance!!

Look at it go! It's like a superhero, and it expands in mass and volume when required to perform! I swear the sky darkened for a few moments there.

The Sofa lost interest in the Kong Wars, and moved onto some Bitey Face Smackdown with a Golden Retriever.

And then, because he has the attention span of a toddler on acid, he just, you know, wandered away. When the plaintive calls of Master Pickles failed to make him return, Pickles took action.

And Mr. Woo followed along, because he likes to watch.
^^ Mr. Tricky "I like to watch" Woo.

And now Mr. Pickles has a new nickname.

I dub thee: Sir Scowlypants!

Once dragged back to the beach, the Sofa was properly cowed by his scolding.

Or, maybe not.

YAY! DUH!!

Hey! Have we met? Let's WRASSLE!!

*sigh* Stupid puppy.

Oh but wait, puppies are THE BEST!! I WANT ONE! Maybe this one:

(*Food Lady goes all melty*).

Someone said "not enough Piper plz" recently. Piper had dental surgery today so she ain't feeling her best, but here she is.

She also lost the Wootie Toy Battle :(

Now remember, Wootie likes to watch ...

... but he also likes to DO. Specifically, he likes to "do" pug-chis.

NAUGHTY WOOTIE!!

Yo, Wassup Peeps?!

I know we have been MIA for the last couple of weeks. The Food Lady has been busy rescuing border collies ... so many border collies. Big or little, one or seven, The Food Lady can and will cram them into her truck and drive them all over Hell's half acre to keep them safe. Now we have quite a selection of lovely dogs! If you are interested in keeping up with intakes, check out That'll Do Border Collie Rescue's page on Facebook.

With the help of the ever wonderful Mike and Marion, as well as the District of North Vancouver Animal Shelter, we got 7 border collies to safety after they (and 23 of their relatives) were seized from a gentleman who was inclined to collect the little darlings in his house. The nice thing about these guys is that despite all they've been through, they really like people and want to belong to someone. Once they have been cleansed of the little critters and relieved of their reproductive organs Sky, Lady, Alex and Maria will be ready for forever homes of their own.

You can also go the District of North Van shelter to meet Orbit, Malcom and Stubby.

We have also been bidding adieu to Auntie Jackie, who is returning to China this week for an extended period, so we've been hanging out with Parker and Harriet whenever possible.

Bye bye.

SHE SAID BYE BYE!!! Shoo, camera lady.

Public Healthy Warning:

Tempus the borderjack

The Face of An Angel
The Personality of Satan

Anyway, I have been so busy there has been no time for blogging. That, however, was forced to change recently. You see, on Saturday my co-worker Mr. Pickles gifted (???) me with what can only be described as a truly unreasonable number of boxes of Peeps (tm). If you have been looking for Peeps (tm), and cannot find any, it's because THEY ARE ALL IN MY HOUSE.

You are familiar with Peeps (tm), yes? They are completely disgusting marshmallow ducks dipped in sugar. I can't even say the word out loud, because one of my teeth falls out every time I do. I have been pondering the significance of this gift and have decided that there can only be one explanation - Mr. Pickles is trying to kill me, so he can run away with Mr. Woo.

These Peeps(tm) are very entertaining photo props.

Though Piper would disagree.


Peep Army

Peep Humiliation causes ...

...Peep Depression

The King of Peeps

on the advice of his closest adviser

sacrifices a member of his own troops.


Oddly (because what other kind of pet would I have, rather than an odd one)

The cat thinks Peeps are DE-LISH

Please don't be jealous. I know you all wish you too were single, had more dogs than sense, and a NEVER ENDING SUPPLY OF F*CKING PEEPS with which to amuse yourself on long weekends.