Why Mom Can't Leave Kansas

Ha rooo! It’s me – Stormy! I keep laughing about Dave’s banana post from the other day. That was pretty good. Of course, that prompted all of us in the Ao4 to exchange other fun stories – and I told Dave one of my favorites. He’d never heard it; it was from before he’d joined the family. He laughed so hard over it - he thought I should share it with you today. Not a bad idea! Ha roo roo roo! I’m laughing just thinking about it.

This happened a long time ago - a couple months after Zim got here. He was just starting to learn the house rules, earning more privileges. He was at the “free reign if Mom’s home” stage, provided he’d been well-exercised and was “too tired” to get into mischief. (Mom’s words, not mine. I mean … he’s a Siberian. Define “too tired” and “mischief”!??!)

Mom and Dad left Fort Riley, Kansas the first time in '93, for Dad’s next assignment. One of the farewell gifts Mom received was a pair of "ruby red slippers" (à la"Wizard of Oz"), so that she could "get back home". They were VERY cute -- a highly creative person took some pumps, spray painted them red, and put red sequins all over them. Those shoes went with Mom to Maxwell AFB, Alabama,then on to Korea. In '96, they got the word -- reassignment to Ft. Riley, Kansas! Wow! Mom shot off an email to the friend who had made the shoes -- "The ruby red slippers WORK! We're on our way back to Kansas!" Ha roo roo roo. An intra-state move and retirement from the Army later, and here we all are.

Mom had (note the past tense....) the ruby red slippers displayed on a table on the stair landing with a big bouquet of sunflowers. WELL.... she came out of the shower this one day to find one torn up ruby red slipper in the middle of the living room floor. I had made myself at home in Zim's carrier, Amber was asleep in the breakfast room, and again, Dave hadn’t adopted us yet. …Mr. Innocent himself was snoozing by the living room fireplace acting like he had been there the whole time.

I taught him that – never get caught and always have an innocent look on your face. So how did Mom pin it on Zim? In her words, “You just haven't lived until you reach down to police up your Sibe's pooper and it's glittering with red sequins!!!!” Ha roo roo roo! I should have told him not to swallow the evidence! Ha roo! But it was a sight to behold! Mom and Dad were standing there looking at it, laughing like crazy, while people drove down the street staring at them wondering just what in the world could be so funny about poop!

So now you know why Mom can never leave Kansas! How would she get back? Ha roo roo roo.

But wait - there's more!!!!! Please ….. tune in tomorrow for the rest of the story!!!!!

Tail wags,
Storm

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Woo-s

Woooooooooo! It's me - Dave! Woooooooo!

Is everypup still laughing over the Ruby Red Slippers caper? I can't believe the redheads had that kind of fun before I even got here! Stormy just cracked me up with that story - especially "the rest of the story"! Amber!??! Who'd have thought!?!? Woo.

Stormy got an email from Holly yesterday. I was surprised she wrote to Stormy instead of me ... but she was asking for Stormy's help with some technical computer thingy, so that makes sense. Stormy is really smart! Holly attached a couple of pictures and asked Storm, "Please have my darling Dave vote to choose which he likes best. His opinion means the world to me, so of course will go with what he likes best!" Woo. I looked at both of them ... and got lost in this one.

Woo. It's Hollybollyboo.

I choose this one, Holly. You look very serene and bee-woo-tiful. I couldn't tear myself away!

Good luck with the thingy Stormy was helping you with!

Luv,
Dave

Oops, I Ate It, Part I

Ha roo, pups and kit-cats! Zim here, with our first installment of the "Oops, I Ate It" tag. Lots of our friends are coming clean about little incidences of helping themselves to food, so we thought we'd play. Today's my turn.

The rules of the tag say, "when accepting this award you must blog about the food you have stolen when your humans weren't watching. If you have never stolen any food, you must be a very good pup or kitty. You can accept this yummy tray of cookies as your reward!!! Next add the logo of this award to your blog (optional), then nominate at least 5 other furry blogs and let them know by leaving them a message on their blogs." Here's the cool tray of cookies:

So... you're probably thinking that since I was a wild man when I first joined the family I must have stolen all kinds of treats, right?

How could you accuse me like that?

Sure, there was a little incident with some ruby red slippers... Mom's friend's hands (relax, they were fabric - see item 2 here)... a couple other things... but none of those are food! I'm just not that into food.

The most I do is munch down on the herbs Mom tries to grow on the deck. If she didn't want me to eat them, she'd hang them upside-down like she did with the tomatoes. Don't you think? I wonder why she isn't growing any this year?

Ha roo roo roo!

Tune in tomorrow for Part II!

Play bows,

Zim