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Showing posts with label stuffie. Show all posts

Saturday, March 13, 2010

I Get Blamed For Everything

I'll be the first to admit that, occasionally, I create mischief. I can't help it, I'm a terrier and it's what we do. It doesn't help that I live with a couple of other wires that don't create mischief at all. In comparison, they make me look pretty bad sometimes. I think I am a good representative of our breed, while Cap and Glynn are the strange ones, but that's just my opinion. Anyway, here are a few things I am totally (and I mean TOTALLY) innocent of doing, just for the record.

Here I sit in front of the flower pot that "somebody" ran into and cracked. Wasn't moi.


And this was during one of my latest photo shoots. The camera caught a little piddle puddle on the floor behind me before the photo was cropped. That wasn't me either.

Here I am checking out Cap's new Zanies Toy. I just wanted to make sure the squeaker was in tip-top shape for the old boy. We all know how he loves his stuffies to make noise. Cap grrrr'd and I was accused to taking his toy away. Oh, come on! I gave it right back.

Mother Nature blew down a big tree in our yard back during the ice storm. Left a sizeable hole in the backyard. I did not create this hole, though I am mightily impressed by it.

Even the cats are pointing fingers at me. Here I'm saying hello to our new cat, Thistle. This is my first meeting with Thistle and obviously she has been listening to the other cats diss me. I had to wipe the hiss off my face afterwards. So there you go, my side of the story, just wanting to set the record straight. It's a heavy load to bear, all this blame, and I'm glad I got all this off my chest. Now, time for a little break from blogging. I think I'll go find a toy to play with.
~Tell

Friday, February 13, 2009

Stuffie's Revenge

My Boy and I were taking a walk around the farm, and look what we ran across. I thought it was a little familiar, then I took a sniff around and realized what it was. Our stuffie-washer!

It had been making a funny noise when washing, then it stopped working. I'm sure the stuffies were glad to hear this. But the next thing I knew we had a new one in the house and our old stuffie-washer was gone. Well, here it is.

My Boy said that Dad tried to make it more compact so it would haul off easier to the trash dump (which is someplace I've yet to discover but sounds intriguing. Memo to myself -- I must look into this). So this is what happens when you don't move out of the way of the tractor fast enough. Point well made.
~Tell