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Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Turkey Day
Well, gentle readers, it is that infamous Turkey Day. I never have quite understood it, but it usually means some delectable bits for me, so I am OK with the tradition.
My little blind wigglers continue to grow. I find that I am having retrain that human servant of mine, though (does one EVER get them appropriately trained?). For some reason, that poor simple woman got the idea that I should stop running with them. Let me tell you, my figure has gotten better since the wigglers came, but a girl STILL needs her exercise. The Blind Wigglers will do well enough for a FEW minutes while we go run. I have had to put up quite the stink to hit the road again.
As the saying goes, the milk bar is still open. Here are my girls imbibing: Katie, Josey, Sweets and Layla. Goober Jr's body is hanging out, but you can't see his head.
Below, Sweet and Katie. They do make a neat set, don't they?
Josey, capturing some Z's, I think. Hard to tell since their eyes are closed all the time.
Layla. She's beginning to look like a bear with those nails. Once again, the human servant is lacking in the training department.
You guessed it. Goober Jr. For a boy, he's pretty cure even if he does have a big head.
Gobble up them turkeys, all! I do hope the servant didn't forget THAT!
My little blind wigglers continue to grow. I find that I am having retrain that human servant of mine, though (does one EVER get them appropriately trained?). For some reason, that poor simple woman got the idea that I should stop running with them. Let me tell you, my figure has gotten better since the wigglers came, but a girl STILL needs her exercise. The Blind Wigglers will do well enough for a FEW minutes while we go run. I have had to put up quite the stink to hit the road again.
As the saying goes, the milk bar is still open. Here are my girls imbibing: Katie, Josey, Sweets and Layla. Goober Jr's body is hanging out, but you can't see his head.
Below, Sweet and Katie. They do make a neat set, don't they?Josey, capturing some Z's, I think. Hard to tell since their eyes are closed all the time.
Layla. She's beginning to look like a bear with those nails. Once again, the human servant is lacking in the training department.
You guessed it. Goober Jr. For a boy, he's pretty cure even if he does have a big head.
Gobble up them turkeys, all! I do hope the servant didn't forget THAT!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Busy times
Dear readers, I have been quite busy. Suddenly, all I want to do is take care of the puppies, although I must admit I felt the first desire to leave them yesterday when mom took the other wayward whippets up to the Whippet Ranch. I could smell it on them when they came back. I don't mind that they went to have fun. Obviously, the wigglers are too small (I mean, they could never wiggle across the grass. It's just been a long time. The cows have been on the dog side.
Here's some pictures from today. Not much change, but they are growing.
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Mom put together a video for me.
I hope you all enjoy. The last video was from yesterday, the others were taken on Wednesday.
Here's some pictures from today. Not much change, but they are growing.
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Mom put together a video for me.
I hope you all enjoy. The last video was from yesterday, the others were taken on Wednesday.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Well, color me purple
Gentle readers (you guys and gals are gentle, right?), it was NOT gas. Somehow, the human servant and I had a tremendous misunderstanding. I didn't have bloat from Peanuts, I had GABNUTS inside, and if the human servant would just speak canine, she meant PUPPIES inside. Hoowee!
Now, let me tell you (and the gentlest readers, just don't read the following paragraph, it's a little gory), getting those Gabnuts out was no easy process. I had all these twitching and twatching going on inside. The servant slept with me Monday night in that funny box (I told you she was losing her marbles, right?). Tuesday morning, she told me that the Gabnuts would be coming soon, but I just seemed to have to go out and poop a lot. Unfortunately, the servant had to go to her real job, so she left me with the nice girl. After another hour without a nut appearing (if they had sifted through my poop they might have....oh, never mind), the servant called the girl and told her to take me to Dr. Poke and Gas. My friends who have the dear Patience as their servant go to Dr. Poke n' Stick, but my guy gives me Gas every time it seems (when he doesn't Poke that is). Usually, I wake up drunk, but this time I woke up drunk with puppies!!! Go figure. And that bad bloat is gone.
I have a total of five. The servant said that she wants a girl, but you know humans! Even though I gave her 4 girls and a boy, she likes the boy, best so far. We call him Goober Jr cause he looks like me. All the Gabnuts have temporary names: Goober Jr, Layla, Sweets, Whitie and Josie (formerly blondie).
I don't know what ol' Poke and Gas put in the gas this time, but all of a sudden, I have this tremendous rage towards my house mates. The servant tells me that it is OK, I am just protecting the Gabnuts. Well, duh. They are all blind right now and really don't have their sea legs at all.
I hope you enjoy the video I threw together.
Music credit: God Bless Texas by Little Texas
Gentle readers, keep coming back because I think there are going to be lots of pictures of these nuts!
Now, let me tell you (and the gentlest readers, just don't read the following paragraph, it's a little gory), getting those Gabnuts out was no easy process. I had all these twitching and twatching going on inside. The servant slept with me Monday night in that funny box (I told you she was losing her marbles, right?). Tuesday morning, she told me that the Gabnuts would be coming soon, but I just seemed to have to go out and poop a lot. Unfortunately, the servant had to go to her real job, so she left me with the nice girl. After another hour without a nut appearing (if they had sifted through my poop they might have....oh, never mind), the servant called the girl and told her to take me to Dr. Poke and Gas. My friends who have the dear Patience as their servant go to Dr. Poke n' Stick, but my guy gives me Gas every time it seems (when he doesn't Poke that is). Usually, I wake up drunk, but this time I woke up drunk with puppies!!! Go figure. And that bad bloat is gone.
I have a total of five. The servant said that she wants a girl, but you know humans! Even though I gave her 4 girls and a boy, she likes the boy, best so far. We call him Goober Jr cause he looks like me. All the Gabnuts have temporary names: Goober Jr, Layla, Sweets, Whitie and Josie (formerly blondie).
I don't know what ol' Poke and Gas put in the gas this time, but all of a sudden, I have this tremendous rage towards my house mates. The servant tells me that it is OK, I am just protecting the Gabnuts. Well, duh. They are all blind right now and really don't have their sea legs at all.
I hope you enjoy the video I threw together.
Music credit: God Bless Texas by Little Texas
Gentle readers, keep coming back because I think there are going to be lots of pictures of these nuts!
Monday, November 17, 2008
BAD gas
Well, nothing has changed. This weekend, the servant was even odder than normal, was even more bizarre than normal, watching everything that I was doing. If she is so observant, why does she not observe, and then help me with this expanding girth problem, hmmmm?
Even odder, she hired another servant to sit with me today. How odd? She had to go to work -- something about making money to support the peanuts. Buhleeve you me, after what i have been going through, I won't be eating any more of those peanuts that put me in this spot. She could have stayed at home. I wish she had. I got really sad missing her. The other lady didn't know me. I also had some really BAD gas pain that made me cry. The servant says that is because the nuts are moving around....once again, I have totally sworn off nuts.
Have I mentioned recently that humans are just weird?
Do you guys think that Beano stuff might help?
Even odder, she hired another servant to sit with me today. How odd? She had to go to work -- something about making money to support the peanuts. Buhleeve you me, after what i have been going through, I won't be eating any more of those peanuts that put me in this spot. She could have stayed at home. I wish she had. I got really sad missing her. The other lady didn't know me. I also had some really BAD gas pain that made me cry. The servant says that is because the nuts are moving around....once again, I have totally sworn off nuts.
Have I mentioned recently that humans are just weird?
Do you guys think that Beano stuff might help?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
OK, gentle readers (or, perhaps I need to be appealing to the not so gentle readers), this metabolic derangement continues, AND it is really beginning to bother me. Can you see???? Darby says he can't but he is just a stupid boy.
My belly is expanding. The really embarrassing thing...my belly is beginning to leak this white fluid. Now, that just can't be good.
I continue my yoga, but I fear it just is not doing the trick? Does the servant care? Nah. No. Nope. On top of that, the servant has been getting the wrong king of food recently. Worse gas EVER. You can even see my tummy rumble from outside!
Course, like I was writing earlier...she has gone off her bonkers AND her rockers. See the gate around the box? I know. Embarrassing on too many fronts to even count.
Gentle readers (and not so gentle readers), I am beginning to fear for my future. Send the troops....please.
My belly is expanding. The really embarrassing thing...my belly is beginning to leak this white fluid. Now, that just can't be good.
I continue my yoga, but I fear it just is not doing the trick? Does the servant care? Nah. No. Nope. On top of that, the servant has been getting the wrong king of food recently. Worse gas EVER. You can even see my tummy rumble from outside!
Course, like I was writing earlier...she has gone off her bonkers AND her rockers. See the gate around the box? I know. Embarrassing on too many fronts to even count.
Gentle readers (and not so gentle readers), I am beginning to fear for my future. Send the troops....please.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Belated weeky update
Well, readers (I know there aren't actually readers, but I have been perusing the blog world and this seems to be how the posts go), I have been remiss in posting. My servant has been absolutely hogging the computer, planning the whippet clubhouse (that will be built on the whippet ranch land). Sounds good to me but it is cramping my style.
The expansion of my belly continues. I am beginning to get more than a little bit concerned about this apparent derangement of my metabolism. Everyone keeps telling me that my life is about to change.....yeah...if the belly get much larger, I won't be able to run! That will be a change.
My servant seems to be relatively unconcerned about this condition of mine. Hello? Human? Think about taking me to the doc? Maybe even an endocrinologist? Nope. She just rubs my tummy. Humans are, lets face it, weird.
For those of you not used to the whippet physic, above is a picture of me (right) next to Mati. Notice the difference. Sad, I know.
I am not one to let this problem go unaddressed. I continue to do my calisthenics. Here is a nice shot of me doing yoga. I am a progressive whippet.
The servant is going a little daffy. We try to help her compensate, but it can be tough. She painted this box and brought it into the dining area. Charlie and Darby tried to make her feel good by lying inside it. To be honest, none of us understand this latest oddity in her behavior. I couldn't force myself to support this sort of insanity.....but I must admit I am impressed by Charlie and Darby. Of course, the boys have been with much longer.
I hesitate to write this, but last night, the servant started erecting gates around the box. It was quite a lot of work for her.....I am really becoming worried about our future.
Well, that's it for now, readers.
Check back. I am worried about the servant's behavior....and if anyone can suggest a dietary supplement (natural of course) to help me with my UNDIAGNOSED metabolic problem, please, let me know.
Sincerely yours,
Gabi
Self-appointed scribe of the Wayward Whippets
The expansion of my belly continues. I am beginning to get more than a little bit concerned about this apparent derangement of my metabolism. Everyone keeps telling me that my life is about to change.....yeah...if the belly get much larger, I won't be able to run! That will be a change.
My servant seems to be relatively unconcerned about this condition of mine. Hello? Human? Think about taking me to the doc? Maybe even an endocrinologist? Nope. She just rubs my tummy. Humans are, lets face it, weird.
For those of you not used to the whippet physic, above is a picture of me (right) next to Mati. Notice the difference. Sad, I know.I am not one to let this problem go unaddressed. I continue to do my calisthenics. Here is a nice shot of me doing yoga. I am a progressive whippet.
The servant is going a little daffy. We try to help her compensate, but it can be tough. She painted this box and brought it into the dining area. Charlie and Darby tried to make her feel good by lying inside it. To be honest, none of us understand this latest oddity in her behavior. I couldn't force myself to support this sort of insanity.....but I must admit I am impressed by Charlie and Darby. Of course, the boys have been with much longer.
I hesitate to write this, but last night, the servant started erecting gates around the box. It was quite a lot of work for her.....I am really becoming worried about our future.Well, that's it for now, readers.
Check back. I am worried about the servant's behavior....and if anyone can suggest a dietary supplement (natural of course) to help me with my UNDIAGNOSED metabolic problem, please, let me know.
Sincerely yours,
Gabi
Self-appointed scribe of the Wayward Whippets
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