Wally’s Great Adventures (20)

hello peeps, wally here. Laila, love her name, suggested that we re-name my handle to “Wally The Adventure Doggo.” i like it, a lot, and this is coming from a PhD student who reads Dostoevsky and Woolf in her spare time, and is way smarter than dad, so i pay attention, i’m noodling it.

anyhoo, re: video. volume up and stick to the end. mom said that its holiday baking time, so i helped her bake oatmeal cookies…she said that i must keep my little tongue in my mouth as i cant drool in the mixing bowl. dad said i cant talk about mom in my posts because she’s banned from limiting free speech.

oh, there’s more. rachel says i look like a large baked potato. name calling like that, that’s just not right. dad said she keeps it up, she’ll be on the banned list too.

i helped dad unwrap, yes, you heard it right, unwrap eric’s xmas present, because dad couldn’t wait, yes, dad couldn’t wait to open eric’s xmas present. mom yelled at dad calling him a man-child. oops, now dad is yelling at me because mom is banned from mention on this site.

finally, i am very good at finding sunlight on the floor and then taking naps in it. that last shot is of me laying in what eric calls the sunbox. I love the sunbox, it is warm like mom. oops, there i go mentioning mom again, need to be careful or i could be banned too. it’s nap time. good night everyone. Wally.

Wally’s Great Adventures (19)

Wally’s Great Adventures (19). hello everyone, wally here. figured i had better report out as i may have to report dad to the authorities. i thought he loved me, yet he dragged me outside into the freezing cold and there was some kind of white ash falling from the sky, hopefully not the nuclear kind. help me god! i.did.not.like.this. just look at the 3rd photo. itchy girly jacket on top of falling ash and freezing cold – that is sheer terror you are staring at. I’m not sure that i will recover from this. nor did i like dad posting a picture of me peeing and then posting it globally (#2). i mean really dad, is there no red line? he said he warned me, that if i didn’t stand still for the shot, the pee pee shot was going up. no chance i was standing in all that falling radiation. And it’s not just me thats after dad. mom said that dad has been putting words in my mouth and making her look bad in these posts… Dad snapped back and said that she will no longer be mentioned as part of my stories – SHE’S OUT he said.. (i thought i decided that, but dad is king and has veto power.) then eric came home with his gr…grrrr….grrrrrrl friend, and he said that my last post was lame. LAME HE SAID?!? Then dad asked dana, eric’s gr…grrrr..grrrrrl friend, what she thought and she said ‘tame.’ TAME SHE SAID!? so dad said we’ll see tamo, lamo very soon and they’ll all be ducking for cover. when dad gets like this it is best to stay out of his way. Anyhoo, ive dried off now, warmed up from the nightmare a few minutes ago, and i’m ready for a nap. goodnight everyone. Wally.   

 

Wally’s Great Adventures (18)

Wally’s Great Adventures (18). hello everyone, wally here. quick update before my afternoon nap. dad says that i can stop chewing on every damn thing anytime i was ready. cords. labels at the bottom of couches. legs of chairs. floor rugs. door stops. towels. tennis shoes. baskets. bags, oh bags, plastic, leather, paper, any kind of bag. floor plants. xmas tree (natch). but the best, dads draw strings on hoodies and sweatpants, dads slippers, dads socks, and dads fingers. and his giant hand. dads like to tease me with his finger, poking me, flipping me on my back, this game is fun for like 3 seconds and then i chomp down on him, break his skin and wont let go. dad yelps like a giant baby puppy, i bark at him and tell him to try manning-up. he mumbles something about biting the hands that feeds you. Anyhoo, its nap time. TGIF everyone. Have a good weekend. Wally.

 

Wally’s Great Adventures (17)

 hello everyone, wally here. Just popped in to say hello. i went out for pee pee and it was so cold out. i was shivering and dad asked why as it was 45F outside. he said when he was a kid my age or a little bit older he used to walk to school all by himself in the winter in 3 foot deep snow and it was so much colder than this. mom snorted when she heard this. anyhoo, it ‘is’ cold out no matter what tough guy says. when i come in from the cold, i run quickly to each floor vent to see which one is blowing warm air and wherever my tushy feels warmest, i flop right down on that spot. It is so warm and toasty. 

and these vents are nice and all but nothing is like napping on dad’s lap when he is working. The tapping of the keys on the keyboard, dad chattering on the phone, soft music playing in the background (dad says van morrison), my eyes get heavy, and heavier and heavier and i fall asleep. i’m safe with dad, and i love him. Have a good day everyone. Wally & out.

 

 

Wally’s Great Adventures (16)

 hello everyone, wally here. what a day. dad said i might think about chillin’ out a bit on sundays, it being sabbath and all. it all started this morning when mom tucked me in with dad after his morning walk. dad skooched me under his arm and i was ready to nap with him when i heard him sniffing. sniff. sniff. sniff. walter, what is that i smell? mom cleaned my bottom after i pooped so it wasn’t me. he pulled me up to his face, and sniffed me again. walter! have you been eating the christmas tree? oh that. dad found sap all over my face and he said i used to be cute now i just look like an idiot. he said he wouldn’t wash it off, and told mom she better not either. and when i’m sniffing dirt outside it was all going to stick to my face and i’d have to walk around dirty and all the other dogs would laugh at me. i barked at dad and said that wasn’t very nice, and said i would lick his face clean if he had shat on it.

then dad took me up to his office while he worked and i went exploring. i smelled juicy things in his trash can, tipped it over to find crumbs in all kinds of wrappers, kit kat bars, hersey almond chocolate bars, snicker bars, and so much other stuff. gees dad, snack much? dad turned around to find me rummaging around and said dont you dare eat that walter. you will die. whoa. a bit of drama, no dad? dad mumbled something about this house being a minefield…i didnt get it.

so dad had enough and took me downstairs when i managed to crawl into the dishwasher when he was eating his breakfast. dad turned around and said Walter, you’re exhausting…dad said that he should just shut me in the dishwasher and have it steam clean that sap off me. i barked at dad and said that sounded like fun. anyhoo, mom has brought the boxes full of Christmas tree ornaments up from the basement. tomorrow is going to be a HUGE day and i need to rest up. good night everyone. Wally and out.