Wally’s Great Adventures (12)

hello everyone, wally here. soooooo, is that your wally up there in the photo sniffing juicy things? that would be NO! that would be sully, my big bro, who is visiting this week. i love sully but dad has taken sully out with him every morning, and me? zero times. sully told me today that i missed a HUGE day, that dad was just giddy with the morning twilight show, pictures here. when i barked at dad, dad told me to stop whining and grow up and when i’m a big boy like sully maybe he will take me.  hmpffffffffff. i’ve learned a lot from listening to dad, so this where he would say “this is total bullsht”.  but, i’m little, i’m discriminated against and as dad would say “there ain’t sht i can do about it” so i decided to show dad that i’m bigger and better than sully.

this is sully and me guarding the house and watching for criminals. yes, i know, it is darien, ct but you just never know when something bad could be running around loose.

and the picture below is sully and me napping in sully’s favorite spot on top of the cushions. (Oh, that was mom’s idea to put the heart around sully and me because i love sully. dad cringed.)

and here’s sully and me playing tug-o-war with his favorite ball. i drink from sully’s water bowl when he drinks, we drink together. we chew on the same bone together. we wrestle together, and i don’t win often but i keep pulling on sully’s jowls to let him know that i’m a tough little guy. so, there are just so many things i’m just as good as sully. yet… [Read more…]

Wally’s Great Adventures (11)

hello everyone, wally here. i’m having an off day, more on that in a moment. that’s me and my bro sully in the pic up top.  he’s here visiting us for thanksgiving. dad calls this the frenchie train. frenchies love to sleep between legs, its warm and safe there. and since sully is older and i’m the baby, i don’t get to pick the pole position. if i bury my head far enough down, i can minimize the downwind vapors. i can’t wait to grow up so i get big-boy privileges. speaking of that, i’ve been having trouble sleeping, and i pee-peed in my day bed today. i’m afraid this may be due to anxiety, because i think i may have been adopted. but mom would never lie, would she? with dad, on the other hand, anything is possible. well, i may be quiet, but i watch. oh, i watch. i watch dad slide sully cheese pizza under the table yesterday. today he sneaks sully a few intra meal snacks.  he thinks i don’t see, but i see. oh, i see.  and this morning, dad was gone with sully for 2 hours for a long walk at cove island park. and wow, he even got sully in a beautiful sunrise shot among other dandies here. and my pic? look at me out of focus with my head up sully’s a**. that’s just not right.  as dad likes to say, i don’t get shat but yelled at, and if things don’t shape up around here, he’s ain’t seen what bad could look like. dad says that i need to be more grateful, as it’s thanksgiving tomorrow. i took some time thinking about dad’s lesson on being grateful. so i looked at the picture he took of me below. look at me. my head is like 3x the size of my body, it’s disproportionately large. mom said that’s normal and i’ll grow into my body. dad asks mom if that is why we got a discount when they bought me. jesus. it’s hard to be grateful with dad’s pep talks. anyway, i had better see some turkey snacks tomorrow, or you are going to see sully rain down hell around here. ok friends, it’s wally’s nap time. happy thanksgiving!

 

 

Wally’s Great Adventures (10)

hello everyone, wally here. i’m helping dad with his planks, planks so his back doesn’t flare up.  any-who, back to dad.  just look at him. what is flaring up are his ears, his face & the veins on his forehead, we have like a medical emergency here so it is wally to the rescue. i first crawled underneath dad hoping to prop him up & dad shouted that this “wasn’t bloody helpful walter.” dad calls me walter when i’m making trouble. still, something was very wrong here. dad was breathing so heavy, and his face was like a tomato, and his arms trembling, i think he was hallucinating & he must be playing the opposite game. so i grabbed the knot in the drawstring from his hoodie & started reefing on it trying to pull dad down. his elbows were broken & wouldn’t come down. “WALLY, GET OUT!” dad looked ill. mom was laughing. i barked telling her that this was not funny & dad was in big trouble.  then dad said he had 10 secs to go and it would be over thank god. omg, dad is dying.  then suddenly dad collapsed to the ground and i thought he was dead so i dropped the drawstring & ran over to his ear & bit down on it to resuscitate him. dad lifted his head & lifted me up with my teeth locked onto his ear, his head like a giant construction crane. it was so much fun and dad was alive!  “DAMN IT WALLY, F*CKING LET GO.”  i barked at dad & told him that wasn’t nice esp since i saved him.  dad rolled around the floor holding his ear saying i made him bleed. come on dad, they are just baby teeth. dad said he was doing crunches tomorrow and i wouldn’t be within 3 miles of him. i don’t know about miles or crunches but i’ll be close by right here to rescue him forever when he’s in trouble. ok friends, it’s wally’s nap time. have a great day.

Wally’s Great Adventures (2)

good morning everyone. it’s week 2 with my new mom and dad. i’ve had so much fun. but let me first explain why i’m hiding under the chair. dad said big boys don’t wear sweaters…and that i’m not going to grow up to be a circus monkey. and he warned me not to get him torqued up on this gender thing. but i was cold, and mom saw me shivering, so she put on my sweater and i hid under the chair so people wouldn’t see me being a monkey. back to mom, she is so nice. and warm. dad told mom she was creating something called a dependency. i don’t know what that means, but i never want to leave mom’s lap.  2 nights ago, dad lifted me off her lap grumbling about me being a mama’s boy, i tried to wriggle out of his hands and i fell to the ground from way up high. it hurt a little, but not too much, but i was limping trying to shake it off. mom started to cry. that lit dad up about her being at fault because i can’t be away from her for 3 seconds. and then she yelled back at him saying ‘you’ve got to be kidding me.’ he didn’t look like he was joking. and then he mumbled something about needing pet insurance. i barked at him and told him i didn’t plan to run away, that i love it here.  mom told me she was going to yoga today and that i had to stay with dad and i needed to be a good boy.  i went upstairs with dad to his office and he was on a zoom call with work friends.  i was bored sniffing around his office so i piddled a little bit on dad’s white carpet, ok, maybe more than a little bit. dad turned to look, and he didn’t look all too happy, pointing at me and telling me not to move. i sat there like a good boy staring at the big yellow spot on his carpet. it looked so pretty, i can’t understand why dad was so upset. dad said he had to end his call early to clean up my mess, and if i wasn’t so darn cute, i’d be in time out like forever. so that’s about all for now. it’s lunch time. and just wait until next time when I tell you what my dad does for me for lunch. he can be nice when he wants to be. dad said he may take me to a magical place this weekend called cove island park. i can’t wait! tgif everyone! have a nice weekend.

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