Foster Sister For One Day

My girl went out of town yesterday. Usually I go along for the ride and to be her navigational co-pilot, but I didn't get invited. She knows I'm not the kind of guy who loves staying at home to catch up on my lounging or for special alone time with Merv. So, I thought she'd feel sorry for me and bring me back a little something to make it up to me. She did. She brought me this sweet Airepup.

Her given name is Ariel, but she doesn't really answer to it. So, I'm calling her Gertrude for now ~ Gertie for short. She's nine months old and my girl picked her up for Airedale Rescue. It seems her hoomans didn't know how to treat her ~ her dad beat on her & yelled a lot. Her mom wanted to make sure she found a better home before her dad really hurt her. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Who could ever raise a hand to this Sweetpea!!??

When she got to my house, we did our little AireDance around each other, exchanging greetings and introducing ourselves.





Gertie was not a bit shy with me, though she took awhile to warm up to any hoomans who were around.











Best of all, she didn't waste anytime getting right down to WRASSLIN'. My kinda girl!

I heard my girl say Gertie liked to swim, and did that every day at her first home. So I set up my pool and tested it out before inviting her in for a dip.

Wait a minute. Was there another Dale here or was I just imagining it? (I got a little carried away with cooling myself down. Where'd Gertie go?)

After swimming together for awhile, we repaired indoors to investigate the WRASSLIN' possibilites there. I had to give her a rundown of the house rules first. Basically, it's MY HOUSE, and I RULE. Other than that, we're pretty easy around here.

Today we met Hercules out at the dog park. He took a real shine to Gertie. I think the feeling was mutual. (That's Herc in prime humping position).

We also made a new pupfriend. This is Nero, a Bouvier des Flandres who just moved here from Quebec.

We all took turns wrassling him, but it was Herc & Gertie who really tore up the park with their wrasslin' prowess. Watch for Herc's signature move & see if you can guess what it is.

After parkin' it with Herc, we came home, had a bath each, then resumed our wrasslin'.

I've gotta tell ya, this girl Gertie is pooping me OUT!

Love,

Stanley

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Update~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

GOOD NEWS! GOOD NEWS!

My good buddy, Lady Bug, and her family are going to adopt Gertie!!! Lady's mama went with my girl yesterday to pick Gertie up. She loves Lady, but is not as crazy as my girl is in the way she expresses that love. As soon as she met Gertie though, something just clicked inside her and she started talking puppy talk to her. Gertie felt at home with Lady's mama before she even felt comfortable with my girl. So, after consulting with Lady and the hooman pups in the house, it was an unanimous decision!!

WooHoo!! Hercules gets to keep his girlfriend close, and I get another buddy to play with here in GooberStan!!

Wrasslin' For Mental Health

You might remember my good friend, Gertie. She has been one of my secret weapons in my quest to whip my new sissy, Stella, into shape.

There are 2 very important ways she contributes to my sanity. First, she is more than willing to spend extended periods of time wrasslin' with me. This is a great energy release for me, especially since I'm always being told to "be gentle" when I wrassle with little baby Stella.

The second, and probably most valuable way she helps me is by wearing Stella's butt out!! (This video was shot after they had already been running around this same tree at warp speed for 5 minutes straight).

After running Stella ragged, Gertie employs a campaign of indifference to Stella's pleas to play. (Stella can't STAND to be ignored).

No matter what Stella does or how hard she tries to entice Gertie to play, Gertie is immovable. (The stray beef bone she found in the yard helps her maintain her aire of indifference).

Eventually Stella gives up, and crashes in the house for a good long while.

THANK YOU, Gertie Girl! I am a saner dog because of you!

Goober love,

Stanley

Luckie Me

My buddy, Luckie, from SingaPaw dropped a little something something in the mail to me! It came in record time and I couldn't wait to get my teeth into that package.

Here I am working my way into the package. I take my time and am usually pretty thorough. I wanted to savor all the lingering Luckie smells on the package. The anticipation is almost as good as the actual presents!

Here are 2 of the most important presents I received. A great organic honey & peanut butter bone cookie,

and some Doggy Man crunchy dog snacks.

My girl made me save my cookie for later, but here I am getting my first taste of these well-travelled treats. I can't believe they winged their way all that distance from SingaPaw to GooberStan, yet maintained their crunchy goodness.

Mmm. Mmm! I'm liking what I'm tasting here folks.

As if that was not enough, look what I found in the bottom of the envelope!

He's a squeaky nana (banana)! WooHoo, I do love my squeakies and my stuffies! He's almost too cute to attack.

But I overcame any reservations I had and chomped on down on his stuffie nana head!! I wanted my girl to play tug with me, but all that stuck out of my mouth was the tiny little banana butt, and she could barely get a hold on it.

Luckie Girl, you are TOO COOL, chica! Thank you for making this goober feel loved, and you are one special friend. I really liked your note too! You have great penmanship for having no thumbs! How do you do that, girl?



One happy goober boy.

Love,

Stanley

~~~~~~~~~~Quick Gertie Update~~~~~~~~~~

Gertrude McGertie Gert

A lot of doggies have asked about Gertie. Her older sissy is my buddy and dance instructor, Lady Bug, the miniature Cocker Spaniel. Her new family only lives about 4 blocks from my house, so we're going to be seeing a lot of each other.

Her original name was Ariel, but her new mama gave her the name Gertie even before we got her back to GooberStan when we first picked her up. So, Gertie it is! And no, she is not my girlfriend. She is more like a little sister to me and a good wrasslin' buddy. I do think Hercules is interested, but he has not made his intentions clear.

The vet said she is in great health and that she was a peach while being examined. So, there you are for now. I don't know if she will be starting a blog, but I will keep you posted if she doesn't.

11 Reasons

What could possibly cause me to look as demented as this? (Notice, I've got my magic Wally eyes glowing white hot).

Well, doggies and hammies, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. It seems that the scene of me above is but one of many reasons why my hooman girl has officially started the hunt for my new sissy. That's my news (sorry, nothing scandalous, Scruffy)! My girl thinks I'd not only Iike to have a sissy, but that I need to have a sissy. (And Wally, I'm NOT taking your sissy off your hands. You would miss her too much!)

Here's a little context for the scene you saw above. This is reason # 11, out of 11 reasons, why I need a sissy ~ evidently I crack my girl up when I do this! Incidentally, that's Gertie giving you the booty shot, and inciting my demented behavior. She has graciously agreed to help me demonstrate each reason why my girl thinks I need a sissy. (And, Gertie is not even a possibility since her new family is totally LOVIN' her).

Reason # 10 ~ I like to cuddle with other dogs on a regular basis, and right now I only get to do that if my girl arranges a "play date" for me.

Reason # 9 ~ A sissy would be a good listener if I have secrets to tell when my girl isn't home.







Reason # 8 ~ I get lonely when my girl is gone. Merv my catbro is always here, but he doesn't count since he sleeps like 20 hours a day.







Reason # 7 ~ I have a quota of so many love bites I must give out in a single day, and if I don't, I get constipated (metaphorically speaking).










Reason # 6 ~ My ears are evidently adorable like this and my girl can think of no other way to make this happen on a regular basis.







Reason # 5 ~ I need to impart my wrasslin' moves to somedog else in case I get injured in battle and need another dog to carry on in my name.

Reason # 4 ~ How else will I have a chance to practice my dance moves on a daily basis?

Reason # 3 ~ A sissy could keep me up to date on the state of my dental hygiene and I could do the same for her.

Reason # 2 ~ I would no longer have to sing solo when I listen to "Pure Disco, Volumes 1 & 2."

Reason # 1 ~ The video explains it all. Would you want to deprive a goob like me of this kind of fun?

All I know is that my girl wants to adopt a female from a rescue or shelter situation, and she wants her to be sassy enough to keep me in line (as IF). There are some Wire Foxy girls and some Airegirls that are possibilities, and a couple of you doggies' parents have offered some help finding my sissy. There's no rush. I'll keep you posted.

Goob love,

Brother Stanley

Merry Merry Christmas

My Auntie Darla (Gertie's mom) made this original print for my hooman girl for Christmas. That's Stella & me on the left, Merv is the cat in the middle, and Rosie & Bert are the Angel Dales on the right. Obviously, the bespectacled hooman is my girl.

Next to having Rosie & Bert back with us, this is the next best thing. It's my girl's favorite present EVER!

We hope all of our buddies have the best, most gooberlicious Christmas EVER!




Love,
Stanley, Stella, Merv, & Lisa