Friday, October 2, 2009

Oops, was that out loud?

Last night, our boy was sitting in his favorite spot; as always, within 2 feet of my husband, right behind his computer chair. My husband and I were talking about some silly nonsense, and Gonzo must have been either bored or frustrated by the lack of attention. All of a sudden, my husband and I hear this bizarre sound coming from our boy's direction. I guess it could best be described as a combination yip-belch-yawn. My husband turned around to look at Gonzo, and you never saw a creature trying harder to look innocent and casual with a worried look in its eyes.
I laughed so hard, and provided the voice-over, "Oh, sorry, was that out loud? So sorry; my apologies; excuse me." And as always, the more I laughed, the happier our boy got, and soon he had forgotten that he had burped a sonic burp, and was running around, looking for the dead duck.

Good Boy, Gonzo. Do you need a Rolaids? (no, I wouldn't give Gonzo a Rolaids, or any other "for people" medicine either.)

More to come, so come back if you're interested.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Give 'im the ol' spin move, Spud!

I don't know if it's because it's set to "Yakity Sax" (that song from the chase scenes from Benny Hill) or that the cat looks so confused by the fighting techinique, but I thought this was funny. I can only hope the fun continued down the hall and no lamps were broken.

Good Boy, Gonzo. Next time Emma starts with you, try the ol' blender move, but make sure you cue music first, m'kay?

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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Talking dogs?

Now, our boy starts with a sort of "ararar" when he's frustrated, and I tell him,"Use your words..." when he barks, but these pups are far more advanced in their vocabulary.

Good Boy, Gonzo. Maybe it's French, non? Oh, right, it's Pirate.

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Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Why Gonzo doesn't fly private air

My husband showed me this the day before yesterday, and I feel for that poor confused pup.

I love how when he drifts to the front of the plane, it seems that the pup's expression is of, " A
little help here, hmm?"

Good Boy, Gonzo. They have steak in first class, too.

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Sunday, September 27, 2009

Sheep Fireworks?

Maybe you've seen this already, but I just saw it for the first time today, and now wonder it I could offer Gonzo's help (Our boy is part border collie, among other breeds):

Good Boy, Gonzo. Is that what you're trying to get the Christmas lights for?

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Gonzo wants to eat Lizzy.

Well, at least he wants to bite her in her tiny little face.
See, I held Lizzy in my arms while kneeling down, so the two of them were equal height, and I turned her around so our boy could sniff, and told our boy to lay down and put Lizzy down near him, and kept them at a distance, and he still snapped in her general direction. So I chastised Gonzo that Lizzy's just a little girl, and put Lizzy down on her own porch. Lizzy did a tiny growl-bark-yip combo that I could only guess meant, "I could take 'im; let me at 'im!"
Maybe one day they'll get along. Maybe.

Not so good boy, Gonzo. But at least I think you're getting it, that you can't eat Chrissy's* dog.

More to come, so come back if you're interested.