Tuesday, October 31, 2006
The Force is with this one...
And this one too.
But the Force is super strong in this one...
Here are some hot babes getting ready for a night on the town:
Here's a kitty trying to save the world:
Look out, he's got a gun!!!
A very sad looking weenie dog:
H A P P Y H A L L O W E E N M Y F R I E N D S ! ! !
Monday, October 30, 2006
Tin Tin, my mom received a card when she was little, maybe around 9 or 10 with the hippo birdies replacing happy birthday. She held onto it for the longest time but eventually lost it. She thinks of it every year around her birthday - your comment brought a tear to her eye; she says "Thank you very much Tin Tin".
Picture Time Picture Time Picture Time Picture Time Picture Time
Here is a picture of my cake before we pooches devoured it:
and here's a picture of us and our mommy waiting for said cake:
Here is a picture of our dear Annabelle being "The Goose!" She says "Hi Simon!"
and finally, here are some pictures of us trashing the kitchen while eating our cake:
We were good pooches and cleaned up the floor after we messed it up. Wow, what a fun day. I hope you had a fun day too!
I hear that mom got me a cake, and there is talk of a poochie party. Say it aint so!!!
Happy birthday to me, the Boomfreakah!
Friday, October 27, 2006
Vlad the Chihuahua:
and finally, Arrrr - Pirate Poochie:
Also, I'm getting so excited because my birthday is Monday and I'm going to be FIVE years old! That's 35 people years, just a year younger than my mom! Funny, I think I act more mature than her. Hahahaha!!! Anyway, what should she get Snickers, Annie, and I for a treat? Doggie cake, McDonald's hamburgers, steak? What about this thing called a Twinkie? I love canned pumpkin maybe I can have some of that? What do you all suggest? Max's birthday is November the 1st, right? We should have a big whopper of a poochie party!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
A Poem for Evie:
Her name is Evie
Her eyes sparkle like stars
Her smile is as wide as the horizon
Her fluff is um, fluffy
Her name is Evie
She is as sweet as pie
Mom’s BLUE RIBBON pecan pie
Not the poop pies my sister Annie eats
Her name is Evie
She looks like a cotton ball
Soft and poofy
She can be goofy
But so can I
Her name is Evie
She’s my honey
She’s my sweetie pie
Poochie Smoochies - Boomer
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Turbo is such a dork. He thinks he's a little mastermind by taking over my blog. I am so barking out loud right now!! Yah Turbo, you just go on your merry little way and think that.
Why are kitties hell bent on world domination? Is it because they are small like that wacky Kim Jong-il? He's small, that's why he has a complex. Mom calls it "short man's complex" - when men try and overcompensate for being teeny tiny like Mr. Jong-il. She says they try and make up for being short or for having short body parts, and she said she's not talking about their feet.
Then what part is she talking about?
Maybe kitties have that something like that called "Short kitty complex"? Maybe they are trying to compensate for their tiny brains? Or maybe they are trying to make up for the fact that their breath smells like buckets of chum?
Annies breath smells like poop. She eats a lot of poop. Mom and dad tried everything to stop that - even tried putting tobasco sauce on the poop and you know what, she said, "SALSA!" and gobbled it all up.
But I digress... So Turbo is making up for something and that's okay, I can hang with that. You know, we all have our picadilloes.
What's your picadillo?
Monday, October 16, 2006
I use to be the king of the castle, the master of my domain, the ruler of the home. I was numero uno, the big cheese, the head honcho, top cat. Then the humans brought canines into the home, without my permission. The whole home was my world, my oyster, dare I say - my empire. I'm not one to share my oyster with anyone or anything so I now have the back half of the house which includes the humans bedroom and the dogs have the front. Oh sure, I could go out in front with the canines but I do not mingle with such company.
But I have had enough, it's time for a revolt, it's time to launch a revolution, it's time to unleash the power of TURBO's TERROR (dum de dum dum).
I of course will be the leader since this whole operation is named after me but I have enlisted some help:
My Minister of Propaganda: Heir Boots
He shall politically woo any opponents that might get in our way. Here he is now pledging his loyalty to my cause.
Of course I had to pick someone who would bring fear into the eyes of any canine or human. I had to recruit a cat so cunning that nations would fear his name for generations to come. A cat so diabolical, so mischievous, that even I myself keep him close because I don't trust him. His name you ask?
Intimidation Expert: Heir Smudgie
Military operations will be conducted at night. My goal is to weaken the humans to the point that they will have no choice but to boot the dogs outside for good. We kitties have a tactic for reducing humans to such degrading depths, we poop in their shoes.
Who is this kitty that would dare risk life and limb for me?
Heir Peanut and his infrared nose
This home will once again be the pearl in my oyster. So help me God, I will rule again and the stinkin dogs can't stop me!
Friday, October 13, 2006
Would you please vote for him? Here's the link. Just think, this time Dogster, next time - the state of California! Take that Ahnold!
Monday, October 09, 2006
Please take the lifts out of your shoes, defluff your hair, and throw on something colorful for God sakes - you look so silly. If you didn't have nukes I would laugh. Heck, I'm still laughing, just a bit more cautiously now.
Here, follow the rule of this natural born leader, the Golden Retriever:
Now go relax and let someone normal run your country.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
She's special, and yes - I do mean ride the short bus special. But that's why we love her so very much.
After mom and dad got Snickers they wanted another dog so they started looking for a Brittany. They looked in the paper and found an advertisement for a Brittany at a no-kill shelter. "Hot damn!" they said and they got in the car and drove to see the pooch.
This is who they saw:
She was a quivering mass. Dad was kind of bummed because she wasn't a Brittany and mom looked into her eyes and started getting all boo-hooey. Dad then mumbled something like, "Oh good lord..." and then a few days later Annie came home to live with them.
It's obvious that she has had a very abusive past and if I ever find the person that hurt our dear Annabelle I'm not only going to pee all over them but I'm going to bite them in the crotch! No one, I mean NO ONE hurts our Annie or any other pooch. GRRRR!!!
Okay, gotta calm down. Breathe Boomer, breathe. I'm better now. So is Annie by the way. She still has issues from her past - she's scared of loud noises, sudden moves from humans, and other things, but Snickers became her big brother and showed her the ropes and she's much better.
Hey Annie, don't fly away with those beautiful big ears of yours!
I love you!
Your little brother,
specially built wooden compartment named, for very good reason, the dog
2. Okay, the dog can enter the house, but only for short visits or if his own house is under renovation.
3. Okay, the dog can stay in the house on a permanent basis, provided his
dog house can be sold in a yard sale to a rookie dog owner.
4. Inside the house, the dog is not allowed to run free and is confined to
a comfortable but secure metal cage.
5. Okay, the cage becomes part of a two-for-one deal along with the dog
house in the yard sale, and the dog can go wherever the hell he pleases.
6. The dog is never allowed on the furniture.
7. Okay, the dog can get on the old furniture but not the new furniture.
8. Okay, the dog can get up on the new furniture until it looks like the old furniture and then we'll sell the whole damn works and buy new furniture...upon which the dog will most definitely not be allowed.
9. The dog never sleeps on the bed. Period.
10. Okay, the dog can sleep at the foot of the bed.
11. Okay, the dog can sleep alongside you, but he's not allowed under the covers.
12. Okay, the dog can sleep under the covers but not with his head on the
13. Okay, the dog can sleep alongside you under the covers with his head on the pillow, but if he snores he's got to leave the room.
14. Okay, the dog can sleep and snore and have nightmares in bed, but he's not to come in and sleep on the couch in the TV room, where I'm now
sleeping. That's just not fair.
15. The dog never gets listed on the census questionnaire as "primary
resident," even if it's true.
Mom got this from her Brittany forum. I know there has got to be more rules out there so please list them in the comment box for her.
Monday, October 02, 2006
He was the first dog my mom and dad got. When they moved into their home they wanted a dog but they weren't actively looking since they had just settled in.
One day they were at the mall to see a friend that worked there and they found out there was a huge pet fair with tons of animals. The animal shelter had a few dogs there, including Snickers. They walked up to him and he leaned against the cage and they petted him, it was all over. They filled out the adoption papers and paid their fees. That was on a Friday, they couldn't take him home until the following Monday because he had to be fixed.
When they went to pick him up he wasn't fixed because he caught a bad case of Kennel Cough. Mom stayed up with him all night as he coughed and she just cried like a big baby!
Mom has lots of nicknames for him: nicks, nickie-noos, sneakers, mr. snickers, mr. sneaky peakys, nick nack paddy wack, nicky noodle man, lil ol' man, and many more that I can't remember.
Snickers was about three back then, which makes him about nine now. He's a happy boy, always smiling, always loving, always loyal. He's my pal!!!