Super S in September

Hullo.

I start this week with a question
from Samantha of Montessori.

Samantha wanted to know how I brush my teeth.
Well you're lucky, Samantha
because this week I had Teefies Attack.

And because of this
TheOtherKeeperLuchie has a new title:
DocChuchi, the fang caretaker.
Luchie said that my KeeperLui is not doing a good job
of keeping my beastly fangs, claws, and bushy tail in mint condition.
So Luchie decided to do my teeth,
my nails, my whatever!

"So up you go on the table, Sweepy"
ordered Luchie.

Woof! I better check Luchie's tools and see if she got some treats to entice me the way Keeper does it. Nada.

"Now let me see those teeth, Sweepy!"
barked Luchie.

And before I can bark 'NO' Luchie grabbed my fangs and scrubbed like crazy! It was totally humiliating. . . But I must admit, it felt so woofy good afterwards that my fangs sparkled like stars!
This should make Samantha happy!
This should make Sally happy too
because my toothbrush is all BLUE
even if its not on a Monday, Sally!

But lookit, Sally!
Guess whose fangs got scrubbed as well:
The black hound Sumo! My Popsy, my FATher. Nya nya nya!
Hey, how come I did not get a hug, Luchie?

And now with my clean teefies
I should sit and look cool
and wait for my treats?
Hmmm, looks like Luchie will not give a single treat!
Ho-hum.

I better go and hunt for Ashley's SHS
before she gets back from blogcation.


STATUES
My Popsy Sumo and I make perfect statues with clean teefies.
When passersby stop in front of Heaven, we bark like crazy!

PROCESS OF ELIMINATION
Hmmm, what to play? Toys or sumbody's slippers?

I chose Ratsky. The last time I chewed somebody's slip-on I got nagged ALL WEEK!
This shot is purrfect for Amy who should be back from her trip!


REMEMBER
Remember my SupahSomethin, Ashley?
And guess where it will lead me?

FLYING HIGH
Keeper, methinks my SuperS suit is gettin' tight!

BOKEH
The view from my chest!

And the view from my back:
Oh-oh, somebody is hitching a ride!
Keeper gave MrWormsy a new name.
I think I should get myself a new name too.
I should also get myself a new closet.
My stuff is stashed in Keeper's stuff!
I should also get new costumes.
It gets hard to choose what to wear for what event
because they are all RED!

It is never easy to fly
even with clean fangs, Lisa.
But the best thing about flying . . . is landing.

And the best thing about leaving
is coming home to Heaven
where I lie safe and loved.

Eeeew Collar

There.

The dreaded e-collar.
The Whatever, Ashley.
Some of you emailed me for pictures of it.

I often wonder if the SPACE is not too much for my li'l head.
After all, it once belonged to my late bro Bogart.
And Bogart had a humongous head!
No, make that 'Bogart was HUGE, bless his MACRO soul!'

Well, as they say, don't ask to try it
OR YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!

WOOF!
What a blue, blue world!
Purrfect for Blue Monday, Sally!

Now I can't turn my head around
which is the reason for its being.
Hoomans strap it on ya so ya can't touch yer body.
Therefore, ya can't lick yer drooly hot spot!
Do ya HEAR that, Popsy?!!?!!

Now you know why my drooly world
gets splashed out, Amy!

Of course I can attempt to look SWEET, Ashley:
And of course I look BRIGHTy and smarty
not to mention,
that when I get stuck in bluey
I end up SEEING DOUBLE!

And I see TWOs everywhere!

And when I see two toes (er,paws?) on a Monday:
I think of Lisa and Kitty going woofless
and that makes Toesday on Twosday!
nya nya nya . . .

". . . life comes in two tutus, tut-tut . . ."

So before I get totally confusedsy
lemme jaz tell you
that the renov isn't over . . .

. . . and my own hot spots are dry, DrGeoff:

. . . but not my Popsy's:
(Note at Popsy's left paw!)
as the TWO of us waitsy . . .

for somebody to join us . . .
which now makes it THREE . . .

. . . and I wait in my black and white weekend, Dragonstar
until this Oh-Ghost month pass
as happy spirits roam our Heaven
and we drooly bade them
to enter in twos
and never be blue . . .






Have a blue, happy, o-ghost August!

May Your May Month Pass Merrily By

Woof!
The storm Chedeng has moved out.
Day 9 has moved on.
May will soon moved on.
It is now day 4 and I stopped counting.
I hate getting confused and scared.
So,
I am alive
the world is not gonna drooly end
and the rainy days are coming!


So bring on my challenges this week!



SELF PAWTRAIT
The objective, Ashley, is to make the hoomans drool.
When I pose like this, the people passing by Heaven stops
"oh, look at the cute dog!" "how charming!" . . .
. . . their heart rate murmurs to calm and happy,
their stress level zooms back to normal,
and if I'm lucky, somebody will dash back
with my fave bacon treats.
Most days people just gawk at Heaven's gate.
I should start charging for viewing soon. . .

If you enjoyed my portrait above
here's more candid wannabe shots:
Nope they are not candid shots, Pusa.
They are contrived poses meant to bewitched the hoomans.
You should all try it someday.

ON THE FLOOR
One of the few tasks assigned to me: Plant Watcher.
I inherited that from my late brother Bogart
who watched plants and listened to them sing:
I can't woofy understand their tunes though.
Although Keeper seemed happy to listen too.
But look, Ashley!
On the floor with a still life hooha.
This doodad is pretty boring because
he's small,
he does not cuddle ever,
he does not smell furry and warm,
and when you bite him
he does not bite back.
He just stares at me all day.
He-Is-So-Drooly-Useless.

CLASSIC STILL LIFE
Woof, I don't know what is classic, but these guys are still
and of course, de Superdog is all life! I think I woofy aced it!

LINES
. . . and they make good fun edits when you distort them and they remain on line.

Which is also purrfect for Amy's
I was Amy's top three favorites last week:

I lost count how many times I was her fave.
I should marry her someday
except that she's marrying somebody else!

FRESH
Voila! Freshly cut grass!
My favorite munchies.
We don't have wild grass in Heaven
so Keeper scours RainbowAvenue
and cut them for us.
Grass cleans my tumtum.
Grass makes my Popsy smile.
And whaddya know, we could be cows in our past life!

This weekend was also the 3rd anniversary of:
. . . and hey, I can do pink too!
Happy anniv, Beverly!

And here's to Blue Monday, Sally:


. . . and blue and green Macro Monday, Lisa:

And for my lovely Lisa:

. . . when the world goes ballistic
you laugh and drool with them . . .

and
when the weather gets super hot . . .
. . . go naked (no collars, no scarves, no drooly costumes!)
and take a nap sitting down.
And like me, bark only once a week.
And have a drooly holiday the rest of the week!