Merry Christmas little reindogs! You both look so sweet.
I have not been to the site for a while because I had computer problems and lost your email address.
– Robin at 2:50 am, 25 Dec 04
Hugo: “WTF is he up to now”
Oliver: “Just sit still for a minute while he points that little box at us and the bright flashy things makes us see spots. We’ll probably get some bacon!”
Hugo: “Bacon? BACON?! He’d better serve me the whole pig for this. I feel like such a wiener. God I hate this.”
Oliver: “Shut man! You’ll get used to it after awhile. Your dignity went out with the wash water a long time ago dude. Haven’t you figured that out yet? Look… when he’s done we’ll get something to eat, he’ll pour himself another stiff one and we can sneak out the back and…”
Hugo: “…And take off for a couple of days?”
Oliver: “You got it little buddy. We can head over to that poodle kennel and spend some time with those sassy little French bitches. Man I really like that one with the cropped pom-pom tail, fluffy ankles and shaved bod. She drives me crazy.”
Hugo: “Do you think we should drop by the all night drug mart and pick up another dozen? I’m all out.”
Oliver: “Good call little buddy. Better safe than sorry. Always best to wrap that rascal. Don’t want to be bringing home an bad mojo. Himself would really freak. Did you see that last vet bill. Holy shit was he in a pissy mood. Thank God he loves us the way he does.”
Hugo: “Ya. No shit. He really does love us, doesn’t he. Look at him. The big lug. Too bad he isn’t one of us. Poor bastard, doesn’t know what he’s missin’. Do you think that’s the reason he puts us through this daily routine…. what’s he call it? The Daily Oliver? WTF isn’t it called the Daily Hugo?”
Oliver: “Because I came first.”
Hugo: “You’ve got point. Ok. So do you think he’s almost done?”
Oliver: “I think so. He’s reachin’ in his pocket… no… wait… he was just adjustin’.”
Hugo: “Why doesn’t herself adjust?”
Oliver: “Becaaaaauuuse… She’s a she.”
Hugo: “Oh ya. Right. Forgot about that.”
Oliver: “No prob. Yer still a pup… but you’re learnin’. See? What I tell ya? He’s got the bacon. Don’t forget to look cute and sleepy. AND DON’T FORGET TO DRINKLOTS OF WATER!”
Hugo: “Riiiight…. He’ll have to let us out for a pee later”
Oliver: “And then it’s payback time and poodle heaven.”
Hugo: “I’m glad I got you to show me the ropes Oliver. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Oliver: “My pleasure little buddy.”
– Ray at 2:53 am, 25 Dec 04
...the halls are always so much nicer decked out with weims…have a pleasant holiday and yoi otoshio.
d> will there be another installment of the traditional xmas/newyears list soon?
– em at 4:44 am, 25 Dec 04
Does my bum look big in this?
– Terry M at 12:28 pm, 25 Dec 04
I think this is one of those universal impulses. None of us, and I include myself, can resist the merriment that comes from making our pets look ridiculous. They’ll have the last laugh no doubt, when they sneak something off the dinner table and throw up in the middle of the night. After their romp with the poodles, of course…
– wizmo at 9:29 pm, 25 Dec 04
Dean—
For putting up with this one, the Boys deserve a treat. How do I go about sending them a pound of good bacon?
– Bob Goolsby at 10:26 pm, 25 Dec 04
Thank you Ray for making me actually visualize that entire story. My childlike imagination has been restored perfectly in time for Christmas…have a Merry one!
– Taylor at 10:55 pm, 25 Dec 04
Thanks to Ray’s story the pic was very entertaining. Merry Christmas!!
– feli at 6:31 pm, 26 Dec 04
SIMPATIQUIIIIIISIMOS, realmente para comerselos !!!!!!! una foto muy original. Lastima no entender el ingles y poder leer la historieta :(
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Merry Christmas little reindogs! You both look so sweet.
I have not been to the site for a while because I had computer problems and lost your email address.
– Robin at 2:50 am, 25 Dec 04
Hugo: “WTF is he up to now”
Oliver: “Just sit still for a minute while he points that little box at us and the bright flashy things makes us see spots. We’ll probably get some bacon!”
Hugo: “Bacon? BACON?! He’d better serve me the whole pig for this. I feel like such a wiener. God I hate this.”
Oliver: “Shut man! You’ll get used to it after awhile. Your dignity went out with the wash water a long time ago dude. Haven’t you figured that out yet? Look… when he’s done we’ll get something to eat, he’ll pour himself another stiff one and we can sneak out the back and…”
Hugo: “…And take off for a couple of days?”
Oliver: “You got it little buddy. We can head over to that poodle kennel and spend some time with those sassy little French bitches. Man I really like that one with the cropped pom-pom tail, fluffy ankles and shaved bod. She drives me crazy.”
Hugo: “Do you think we should drop by the all night drug mart and pick up another dozen? I’m all out.”
Oliver: “Good call little buddy. Better safe than sorry. Always best to wrap that rascal. Don’t want to be bringing home an bad mojo. Himself would really freak. Did you see that last vet bill. Holy shit was he in a pissy mood. Thank God he loves us the way he does.”
Hugo: “Ya. No shit. He really does love us, doesn’t he. Look at him. The big lug. Too bad he isn’t one of us. Poor bastard, doesn’t know what he’s missin’. Do you think that’s the reason he puts us through this daily routine…. what’s he call it? The Daily Oliver? WTF isn’t it called the Daily Hugo?”
Oliver: “Because I came first.”
Hugo: “You’ve got point. Ok. So do you think he’s almost done?”
Oliver: “I think so. He’s reachin’ in his pocket… no… wait… he was just adjustin’.”
Hugo: “Why doesn’t herself adjust?”
Oliver: “Becaaaaauuuse… She’s a she.”
Hugo: “Oh ya. Right. Forgot about that.”
Oliver: “No prob. Yer still a pup… but you’re learnin’. See? What I tell ya? He’s got the bacon. Don’t forget to look cute and sleepy. AND DON’T FORGET TO DRINK LOTS OF WATER!”
Hugo: “Riiiight…. He’ll have to let us out for a pee later”
Oliver: “And then it’s payback time and poodle heaven.”
Hugo: “I’m glad I got you to show me the ropes Oliver. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Oliver: “My pleasure little buddy.”
– Ray at 2:53 am, 25 Dec 04
...the halls are always so much nicer decked out with weims…have a pleasant holiday and yoi otoshio.
d> will there be another installment of the traditional xmas/newyears list soon?
– em at 4:44 am, 25 Dec 04
Does my bum look big in this?
– Terry M at 12:28 pm, 25 Dec 04
I think this is one of those universal impulses. None of us, and I include myself, can resist the merriment that comes from making our pets look ridiculous. They’ll have the last laugh no doubt, when they sneak something off the dinner table and throw up in the middle of the night. After their romp with the poodles, of course…
– wizmo at 9:29 pm, 25 Dec 04
Dean—
For putting up with this one, the Boys deserve a treat. How do I go about sending them a pound of good bacon?
– Bob Goolsby at 10:26 pm, 25 Dec 04
Thank you Ray for making me actually visualize that entire story. My childlike imagination has been restored perfectly in time for Christmas…have a Merry one!
– Taylor at 10:55 pm, 25 Dec 04
Thanks to Ray’s story the pic was very entertaining. Merry Christmas!!
– feli at 6:31 pm, 26 Dec 04
SIMPATIQUIIIIIISIMOS, realmente para comerselos !!!!!!! una foto muy original. Lastima no entender el ingles y poder leer la historieta :(
– KEISY at 11:54 am, 27 Dec 04