Fractured Fryday Hairy Tales ....

 

As you know, mom has been in and out and out and about taking care of some impawtant family business.  There's been suitcases, which you may recall make me VERY UNHAPPY.  Like, pee in the house to let you know how I feel about it unhappy.  But, I digress.  And, there's been some daily schedule changes. 

 

All of this changing lately has led to me having stress dreams.  Anybody else know what I am talking about?  Mom says her stress dream is that she can't find her college classroom in time for class, or goes to the wrong class on the wrong day.  Some people (ahem, Dad) might say if she'd been paying more attention when she actually was there she probably would not have this dream and also that it is very telling that she does not dream about not being able to find the party in the fraternity house. But, I digress again.

 

My stress dream is about boxes.  Unless I smell treats inside, boxes freak me out.  Especially big piles of boxes, which are the ones I tend to dream about.  It makes me think we might be moving = change = not my thing.  NOT. MY. THING.

 

 

In my dream, I try to refocus on my Nonnie's fancy special pretty box.  I swear, the box is filled with golden dog bones.  GOLDEN BONES, puppers.  Oh, I can feel my paws uncurling and my tail winding down just thinking about my Nonnie's special box.  But alas, thinking of Nonnie's box does not always end the dream. 

 

Mom says two footers can control their dreams and make the outcome better if they can find their hands or their feet.  It's a control thing.  She would know about that.  My mom is a control freak.  Oops, better erase that. 

 

Um, yeah, thanks for that advice mom but I DON'T HAVE HANDS AND FEET.  Nor am I quite the control freak that you are. 

 

So, in my continued search for the ultimate scary dream cure, I started trying to open all the boxes that showed up in my dreams. At one point I came upon a box and could just feel that this last box was going to contain my answer.  And it did.   When I opened the box , I was startled to find .... MYSELF!!!!!

 

 

 

Sure enough, the quick end to my scary box dreams is to find the box with ME in it.  Go figure!

 

Wishing you good sleep tonight puppers.  Wishing you sweet dreams!

 

 

 

Wordless Wednesday

How Rude! is all I have to say ...

 

If you will recall, my mom is from the South.  And the south is all about minding your manners.  (Why, oh why, did I have to be gotten by a Southern Woman?)  If I have heard it one time I have heard it a thousand .... always include everybody, Duncan, always include everybody.

 

So imagine how hurt my feelings were when we went out for a hike and saw this sign.

 

Rude is all I can say.

 

No puppers allowed.

 

Who does that????

 

 

Black and White Sunday

 

I am hanging out with dad today.

 

We'll destroy the evidence before Mom gets home :)

 

Thanks, Nola and Sugar, for Black & White Sunday!

 

 

Some people pay alot for shredding service.

 

Ok.  In the end I will admit it was a big bummer.

 

But it all started out pretty innocently.

 

How many times, puppers, have you seen posts here about me going all destructo on a package my finely honed present opening skills?  Many, many times, yes?

 

So how was I to know the package on the very low coffee table that looks like every other present we have proudly photographed and displayed in blog posts was not mine?

 

I mean, really.  Who is to know??

 

Sorry, Sophie. 

 

My bad.

 

The only up side here was that it was a dog toy, so in the end I WON, I WON.

 

Oops.  Did I say that out loud???

 

We are Blogville, a day late ... again ... shocker!

 

Oh, dang it puppers.  We just today saw Murphy and Stanley's blog hop from yesterday.

 

We're a day late on this but I guess you're getting used to that from us by now but my name is Duncan and I am a West Highland Terror Terrier.  I live in California almost smack dab in the middle of Los Angeles and San Diego.  My mom and my girlfriend Sophie (smooooooch!) are from Texas and mom still sometimes forgets and calls that home.   Dad likes to say  "You can take the girl out of Texas but not the Texas out of the girl."  Surf's up and giddy up all in one household.  It gets confusing sometimes, puppers.  It gets confusing!

Wordless Wednesday