Fortune Cookie Fiend

A little known fact about me is that I am a FIEND for fortune cookies. I just love that crunchy, sweet goodness... AND you get a little look at your future too!

There is a ritual to the eating of the fortune cookie. First, you meet the fortune cookie. (Hello, my crispy little friend. You're looking mighty tasty this evening.)

Then you become ONE with the fortune cookie... through a little mind-melding. (Oh, little fortune cookie. Your life purpose is clear to me, and we will become intimately acquainted very shortly.)

Ahhh. The moment of truth, when the fortune cookie becomes mine and I become it's new home!

Look at the present my tasty little friend had inside for me! Prophetic or what?! Let's hope so!

Goober love,
Stanley

Wee Diva

There I was, looking forward to a little quality time with my Pooh Bear.

Enter my wee diva of a sissy, Stella, who can never leave me alone. She has NO sense of personal space or boundaries and got herself all up in my bizness.

I took things into my own paws... Hey! I can multi-task.

I eventually ditched Pooh in favor of putting an end to Stella's trash talkin'. (Doesn't look too vocal at the moment, does she?)

Inevitably a snasslin' session of the highest ferocity ensued.

Hey! Where'd she go?

I'm in trouble now.

She's gone into her EPZ (Evil-Plotting Zone). I can kiss any relaxation good-bye... indefinitely. (Where's that evil giggling coming from...?)

Goober love,
Stanley

Best Birthday EVER

Just so you know, Stanley is unaware that I set up this hidden camera to capture video evidence of his love for me. Now there's no denying that Stanley loves his sissy! Bwah ha ha ha HAaaa!




This was the BEST birthday present I could have! Thanks for all the love. I can't believe I'm already 3 years old!


All my goobery love,
Stella

Contemplative Goob

It's cold and wet and I've got a lot to think about. Naturally, I curled up with my most pliable soccer ball to contemplate, ruminate, and marinate. I'll share my goober thoughts with you once I've made sense of them myself. Hope the weather is bootiful wherever you are!

Goober love,
Stanley

Truth in Reporting

Okay. Let me set the scene here before you all jump to conclusions. My girl swears that these photos are evidence of me smoochin' on my sissy, Stella, but I'm here to tell you that they are NOT. These photos are simply evidence of top secret experiments in hypnosis that I have been conducting on a very unwilling Stella. Notice how Stella's eye is open as we begin our session.

Behold. Stella is under my power of suggestion.

Okay, so it only lasted for a few seconds, but it's a start. If you were in my position you'd be working on some mind control techniques too.

And of course, the ferocity of her subsequent snasslin' was off the charts.

Some how I think she's enjoying herself just a little too much.

She can't even bring it down a notch for the photo shoot. (I know. The camera LOVES me, man.)

This is definitely a case of "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" if I've ever seen one!

Thanks to all who have been asking about our girl and her new job. She is thankful to be gainfully employed, but more motivated than ever to find a position that fits her better. We'll keep you posted



Goober love,
Stanley (& Stella)

Crime of Fashion

Last weekend a crime was committed in GooberStan.

Stella and I were snasslin', getting in a workout with our farting bowling pin, when my girl made an announcement.

It was the kind of announcement that stops the party right in its tracks.

My girl informed me that she was taking me do the D.Y.I. doggie bathing house of horrors so she could get me "stinkin' clean," to which I replied, "I'm already stinkin' just fine, thank you!"

I was incredulous at the thought of a bath. Look at my glorious and gooberlicious level of fuzz. (There was a lot of stink hiding in that undercoat, and I'd invested a lot of time and good roachin' on achieving it.)

I tried a diversionary tactic, attempting to entice my girl to join in the game I was playing with my bowling pin. She remained unmoved.

Stella and I had one other option available to us. We immediately went into E.C.S.M. - which of course is Extremely Cute Slug Mode. It usually works quite well for us.




We have found that our closeness to each other while in Extremely Cute Slug Mode is directly related to how diverted our girl will become.

Little to no movement can be made if we want to achieve success.

Sadly, my girl out-waited us and I changed position one too many times. It was off to the doggie bath house for me.

As if that was not enough of a crime, my girl decided to give me an inverted mohawk while she was grooming me. I refused to give her a good camera angle on it. Maybe the fact that she was laughing her booty off had something to do with the low quality of the photographic evidence she tried to obtain. (In this photo she had not even attempted to start on my legs, and I didn't make it easy for her once she did.)

Needless to say, the style crime my girl perpetrated upon my goober bod lasted for most of the afternoon because everytime she tethered me up to finish my groom, she totally lost it howling and belly laughing. Believe me, you don't want a belly laughing hooman wielding high powered clippers anywhere near your body.

Just so you know, my girl rectified the situation shortly after she snapped this photo, but I have yet to exact retribution and punitive damages for pain and suffering... All in good time.

Goober love,

Stanley

Pee Ess

My girl started a new job 3 weeks ago. It's not anything close to what she hopes to eventually find, but as she said, "The goobs and I have got to eat." So, while she's still in training for her "eating job" we'll still be a little sporadic in our posts and our ability to visit our friend's blogs. Fear not. We'll eventually be back in the saddle!

Wally My Woober Boy

My Wally, one of my best buds and THE BEST Corgador to ever live, went to the Bridge this morning. I am devastated.

His Ma Ape says he died because his heart was,literally, too big for him.

I'm not surprised... but I'm sure gonna miss him.

Run like the WIND, my little flipper-footed friend! I'll still be celebrating Woober-Palooza on February 22nd. Just so you know...

Always in my heart,

Stanley

Pregame Smackdown

While waiting for the Super Bowl to start, thought I'd have a little pregame talk with Stella.

Stella and I are having a little difference of opinion. She's all about Indianapolis and I'm pretty certain New Orleans is going to win. Nothing like a little friendly trash talk among siblings...

Of course we never leave it at the talking stage. It always moves into the smackdown stage.

You know, despite her bad taste in football teams...

I actually DO love my sissy. Now that the smackdown is in the cool down phase, it's time to get the snacks ready. Mmmm... snacks.

Goober Love,

Stanley

Guest Room Wars

See Stella. Stella thinks she's the Queen of the Guest Room (where we hang out a lot of the time while our hooman girl is on the puter).

See me taking Stella back to school.

Oh, yeah. She's a formidable opponent...

... formidably ANNOYING...

Here's where I let her think she's running me off...

... before I double back and stake claim to what is MINE! I am the undisputed King of the Guest Room! Was there ever any doubt?

Goober love,

Stanley

Diva Management

In case you were wondering, I graduated from the Diva School of Management (DSM)... with honors.

The title of my graduate thesis was "Attitude Adjustments for Diminutive Divas." Did I mention I graduated with honors?

Don't fret. No divas (diminutive or otherwise) were harmed during their "management" sessions. And, I'm still receiving the approving love of my hooman girl. (Notice the ear scritches lovingly given by the main hooman in my life... mmmm... they are of the atomic variety.)

Taking care of business,

Stanley

And A Bag of Chips

Note: in this photo my sissy, Stella (aka The Stellanator) looks almost sedate... like a normal dog.

Add to that a bag of chips, and well, we're talking MAJOR goober attitude coming at ya full force.

According to Stella... "I'm ALL THAT. This bag of chips confirms it. Need I say more?"

SHEESH!! Why'd she have to find that bag of chips?

Okay. So the chips are mine and I told her she could play with them...

But I didn't think I'd be creating a Divanator! (Thanks Agatha & Sophie. The world is an infinitely better place because you taught Stella how to access her inner diva.)

All because of a stupid crinkle toy I should have chucked a LONG time ago.

Lest we forget, here's just a little taste of Stella reminding us that she really is ALL THAT, with or without a bag of chips.

I gotta tell you, though. Despite annoying me beyond reason, she has been cracking our girl up non-stop. At least she's providing a public service.

Looks are deceiving. You'd never know that underneath all that fuzz and the cute little schnoz beats the heart of a Diva of the HIGHEST Order.






Barely keeping it together,
Stanley