Flashback Friday

Howdy mates, we've pulled some photos from the archives.  This was the first day Rory came home to live with us and boy oh boy, was I excited!

 Hey, what's your name chubby and where did ya come from?

 Yeah, and I'm kinda like the boss around here ok?

Yep, everybuddy does whatever I want cause I'm so cute.

Here's the toilet.

You can make your ears go like this when you learn to jump. 

That's right chubby.  I leap and you're a frog hehe.

Are you my new mummy?

Is that ranga really the boss? 

Hehehe, mum says you're gonna get a shock in a couple of weeks

when I start growing.

My new sissy makes a great pillow.

I think I'll like it here. 

And we live happily ever after.

No worries, and love,

Stella and Rory

 

The Humble Handkerchief

Howdy Mates, things have been pretty quiet around here and that's just how mum likes it.  We've been going to Dog School and everything is going grreat there.  I, of course, have been a turd fabulous and Rory is, as usual, a big doofer his steady clownish self. 

We walk along the summer track nearly every day when it's not too hot. 

There's is just one small thing that I have to get off my chest.  Does anyone out there still use handkerchiefs???  Mum says when she was a little girl back in the olden days, everyone used handkerchiefs.  They were washable and our angel Nana even ironed them (although we had to look up what that word meant cause mum doesn't iron anything!).  

Yes, mum says, they were handy until tissues came into existence.  She says, thank dog tissues were invented, cause she had a terrible trauma with the ordinary, everyday handkerchief.  

When our mum was 15, Nana had to go to hospital and have an operation and was there for 10 days.  It was the first time Nana had not been at home and mum and Poppa missed her something terrible.  Poppa loved his handkerchiefs with a passion and right up till he passed away he always had one on him.  

Well that's ok for Poppa but mum realised all those years ago, with Nana in hospital, that she and only she, had the job of washing those scrunched up, bundles of snot!  Ewwwwwwwwwwww!!!!

So, as you can imagine, when tissues arrived she greeted them with open arms (or a snotty nose) which ever came first.  So I come to my dilemma.  Rory has taken it upon himself to clean my face for me.  With his tongue!  

Mum says she used the technique of spitting on a tissue (and our angel Nana used to spit on a handkerchief to do the same thing) and wipe my sisters and brothers faces when they were dirty, if they were out anywhere.  This is the woman who was traumatised by a snotty handkerchief.  What the heck kind of trauma have my sisters and brothers been through with this little activity?  Sheesh.  

I don't have the choice of using a handkerchief.  They don't exist in our house.

Ewwwww, someone please get a tissue!

H E L P

Well mates, my face is clean now.  I think I would actually rather have mum spit on a tissue and wipe my face than Rory's great slobbery tongue washing me.  Let me know, do handkerchiefs still exist in your home and who has the wonderful task of washing them?   Enjoy your week everybuddy.

No worries, and love, Stella and Rory

 

Father Christmas, Where are you?

I'm ready!

Muuuuuuum.  Is he here yet?

Awww, c'mon Father Christmas, where are you?

I've been good, really I have.

 He's never coming, is he!

Rory, mum says if we chew these bones 87,000 times, 

then Father Christmas will be here.

Ok Stellie, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 .......................................

No worries, and love,

Stella and Rory

   

Rory is out of hiding.

Howdy Everybuddy, we had fun reading all your guesses as to why Rory was acting like a great big sooky guts.  Well, a lot of you will now know why and sympathise with him.  

Yes, it's that time of year again.  The dreaded CHRISTMAS PHOTOS.  Last year we were only little pups and gave mum a heck of a time hehehe.  These were mum's pitiful attempts.  I had a ball trying to wriggle out of those antlers.

 

Mum never managed to get one of both of us, hehe, and had to join two photos together.  She said it just COULDN'T BE that hard to photograph two dogs together.  Couldn't it mum, couldn't it?


Anyhoo, she thought she would be organised this year and start early.  She enlisted our sissy Tess to help and these are the bloopers she managed to take. 

 

Tess, I think mum meant this one for Rory!

I look ridiculous don't I!

I'm not coming out, not even if you have treats!

Who would have thought mum could climb into our house

 and get my tie on?  I didn't know the old girl was that flexible hehehe.

 I might come out if I can have just one more treat.

 One more mum, then I promise I'll come out.

No really, I will come out.  Pleeeeease, just one more.

 I wanted to send my friends some Christmas slobber.

 87 treats later.

 Nearly the final photo.  Rory, open your eyes mate.

Tess, I think I'm going to do the heave ho!

Well after eating 87 treats, I would think you would

  you greedy little buggar.

Not greedy Stellie, just smart!

 Oh Rory, I've underestimated you.  You are a genius!

Hope your photo shoot get you lots of treats too mates.

We had heaps fun making mum crawl in the dog house, getting her and Tess to wave their hands in the air,  make silly sounds and generally act like idiots.  It was worth every minute.

We'll show you our finished photo closer to Christmas.  Mum says she's already looking forward to next year's photo session! hehehehehehehe.

Hope everybuddy is having a grreat weekend.

No worries, and love, Stella and Rory

  

 

Why is Rory hiding?

Rory, I promise you little brother, it won't hurt.

It won't take long, and you'll get lots of treats, promise.

C'mon Rory, out you come.

To Pee or not to Pee

Howdy Everybuddy, just had to share this one with you all.  There I was, walking around outside, sniffing, peeing, a bit of gardening, you know, the usual stuffs outside, when I think to myself, where the heck is Rory?  

Well I found him.   He was just chillin' on his lounge under the carport.  Be prepared, this photo MAY make you pee your pants.  You have been warned!

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Muuuuuuuuuum, I can't get up.

(Note my WTF expression!)

Anyhoo mates, hope it gave you a laugh, it sure did make

our family crack up!  

We have a magnet on our fridge that says:

Remember, as far as anyone knows,

we're a nice normal family!

We'll let you be the judge of that one, hehehehe.

No worries, and love, Stella and Rory (sigh, why am I always the object of amusement).

 

PHOTOS. FOR THE LOVE OF DOG, PLEASE MAKE THEM STOP!

Rory, has she stopped yet?

I'm afraid to open my eyes.

Take it easy kid.  Just try and smile for the camera.

Enjoy your weekend mates.

No worries, and slobber, Rory and Stella

Friday Friends

Happy Friday Everybuddy.

Have a good weekend.

No worries, and slobber,

Rory and Stella

 

A QUIET LIFE, JUST HOW WE LIKE IT.

Howdy Everybuddy, just a couple of photos to show what we have been up to the last couple of weeks. 

Lots of sleeping.

Sitting around waiting for mum to come home.

More sleeping, but my pillow was a bit scrawny.

Making sure Penny was behaving herself.

Keeping mum company.

Walking around outside.

Checking out the neighbours.

Telling mum a joke.

Hey, WTF?  Euwwww!

Hehehehe. The little golden girl can't watch me all the time!

And last, but not least,

we passed Grade 4 in dog school.

That's all for now mates.

No worries, and love, Stella and Rory