Stella On Demand

I've had a request... nay, a DEMAND, from the mama of Joe Stains for more Stella photos. Evidently she's been jonesin' for a Stella fix. (I'm crushed, Mama Stains.) By popular demand, here are some photos from a little over a month ago at a meeting of the GooberStanian Snasslin' Association (GSA). Enjoy. [For those of you who don't remember, Snasslin' is a combination of Snuggling and Wrasslin' - with a little Brazilian Street Fighting thrown in.]

We usually start out meeting head to head...

but we eventually end up booty to booty.

In between we end up doing a little synchronized... well, synchronized something.

Here's where it starts to get interesting.

I had her pinned for awhile, but then the little booger oozed out from underneath me.

Time to make another move...

I've got you... almost... where I want you, Stella! (imagine my evil laugh here)

C'mON! Say uncle, you little goobette.

Maybe if I go for a direct delivery wet willy.

Nahhh. Stella HATES wet willies.

The rest of these photos are pretty much just me taunting Stella...

... and Stella going for my jugular.

Then it's time for our cool down, and the conclusion of another successful meeting of the GooberStanian Snasslin' Association.

Mama Stains, if I could figure out a way for you to mainline Stella from Arizona then I'd be all for it. Until that time comes, I hope this fix was enough for now.

Goober love,

Stanley

Random Oregon

Blame our girl. That's all I have to say about why we haven't been posting or visiting our friend's blogs! Just remember, she's the one with opposable thumbs. 'Nuff said. (Would these faces lie to you??)

As a peace offering I give you a photo of one of Portland's most famous residents ~ one with whom my girl spent copious amounts of time ~ the signature voodoo doll donut from Portland's VooDoo Doughnuts! He's covered in chocolate, filled with very blood-like raspberry goo, and comes with his own pretzle "needle" for the purpose of torturing him before he is devoured one bite at a time! (What can I say? My girl likes her donuts!)

But hey. We promised to reveal the mystery friends from Dogs With Blogs my girl got to see and maybe this sweet terrier mug will give you a clue...

Clue number 2 ~ a certain psycho dog in Oregon...

Clue number 3 ~ mellow slug dog in the same house...

If you have not yet figured it out, then maybe this photo will enlighten you. We made an impromptu visit to Moco, Foley, and Dawson and their hooman mama (and Peanut & Flash's Grammie)!!! I have been in love with Grammie ever since my buddy Wally the Corgador brought her to my attention over 2 years ago. Even though she already has 2 granddogs in Flash & Peanut (hi, Flash & Peanut!), she adopted me along with Wally as her honorary granddogs, and my girl went to meet her without bringing me along for the ride! My girl said that Grammie is just as lovable as I always imagined and that they talked about me the ENTIRE time they spent together. (As it should be.) Grammie, I'm sorry you were disappointed that I was not with my girl. She SO does not understand our bond!

The impromptu stop at Grammie's house occurred on the way to the Oregon Coast. My girl was taking our buddy, Noah, to see the Pacific Ocean for the first time, and wouldn't you know, it was the first day of bad weather they'd had all season! Pelting rain and 50-80 mph winds! Oooo Baby!

Just a bit of Oregon and movie trivia here. My girl actually got to see Haystack Rock. It's the big dark thing in the photo below. For those of you who are fans of the movie The Goonies , you'll recognize it!

Since this post has devolved from the reveal of my girl's mystery visit to Grammie's house, let me just share a few more random Oregon tidbits with you from my girl's visit. My girl found out that the Portland Zoo had a baby elephant living there and she just HAD to go see him. She was so transfixed (she took over 30 photos and more than a few vids) she wanted you to see how cute he is. His name is Samudra (Sam for short), and he captured my girl's heart. I say, if she loves him so much why didn't she bring him home? If you're a baby elephant freak like my girl, please go to the link above to the Portland Zoo for even better photos and vids of the cute little pachaderm.

Go ahead and say "Awwww." You know you want to.

Now this last landmark was brought to my girl's attention by none other than Bogart's mama, Lulu. I don't know if it appears in the book, Roadside America, but it should. Do you remember when the husband of figure skater Tanya Harding and a friend of his decided to travel out East to whack (literally) on the knee of rival figure skater Nancy Kerrigan? This is the dumpster where police supposedly found the weapon in Portland. Amazing... huh? You can get the whole story here if you're interested.

Stella and I hope you have enjoyed this wacky and weird travelogue. We apologize for the appalling lack of dog photos and hope to remedy that for you in our next post. Grammie, thank you for allowing my girl to come bask in your glow even if I wasn't with her to pave the way. You're the best!

Goober love,

Stanley

Bogart & Lulu & Buzzards... OH MY!

My girl is FINALLY getting her booty in gear to share about her trip to...

as my GooberStanian emissary to visit my good bud, Bogart Handsome Devil!



My girl's accomplice in her adventures in Portland was my fave 17-year-old amigo, Noah. (He & I are cool, but in Stella's mind, he's her nemesis and she goes OFF whenever she sees him.) Luckily for him I trust him to roadtrip with my girl when I can't.




He's a real musician (not just a wannabe), and made sure to sample some of the finest gui-tars in Portland while in town.

My girl was all a-tingle about meeting Bogart and his mama, Lulu! This photo only begins to illustrate the beauty of Dogs With Blogs and how much you can grow to love someone you just met! (Noah was surprised to find out that Lulu and my girl had only messaged and emailed back & forth before that night. He said it seemed like they had been good friends for years. He also said that Lulu is one of the coolest adults he has EVER met.)

My girl wanted to spend as much time with Lulu and Bogart as possible, and did, but first things first. As the GooberStanian emissary to BogartLand, my girl made sure to pay proper tribute to Bogart with our humble offerings of friendship... namely, this stuffed buzzard that made a comforting farting noise. (Do you think Bogart was intrigued by the buzzard or my girl's effervescent love for him?)

It did not take long for Bogart to settle into a comfy relationship with his buzzard.

My girl has always been fascinated with the thickness of Bogart's eyeliner. You may be seeing several of this type of photo... just sayin'...

While this is MY blog and this post is not, technically, about my girl's fetishes, she is also obssessed with Bogart's juicy schnoz to an extreme degree.

Such a happy boy!

My girl noticed that Bogart is a REAL mama's boy. As long as Lulu is close by then Bogart is happy.

Here Lulu is explaining the benefits of the Chuck-A-Duck.

Bogart didn't require a lot of convincing.

That boy is a consummate camera slut!

Once he was a aware of the camera it was a FULL-ON fashion spread.

This photo is a two-fer: notice the close up of the great eyeliner AND the juicy schnoz!

Now this is the really interesting part. My girl has been promising Bogart her Atomic Booty Scratches (A.B.S.) for years. Here she is trying to ease him into the process. (It can be quite overwhelming for a dog not accustomed to it.)

As the Atomic nature of the booty scratch began to sink in, Bogart began mumbling like an old man and gave in to the scratching.

Most of my girl's time with Bogie and his mama was spent out on the streets of Portland.

From this photo I think it's evident who encourages Bogart's saucey attitude and joie de vivre!

Since my girl had no navigational copilot with her (as I was home in GooberStan), Bogart was more than willing to take on the responsibility. He was very attentive to Noah's needs.

And of course, Bogart got to experience the added treat of riding with his trusty assistant (and mama).

My girl was eager to show this photo (for my benefit evidently) saying, "Awww! Bogie LOVES his mama!"

It's pretty obvious that these two are TOTALLY connected! My girl is already having withdrawal from them both.

Wish I could have been there myself, Bogie! Thanks for taking care of our girl, man. Stella, Merv & I are STINKIN' glad to have her home! And, she has even MORE to tell about her northwest adventure, and even met some other outstanding and famous DWB celebrities... who could it be??!! Guess you'll just have to wait to find out.

Goober love,

Stanley

SO Not Fair

Since inquiring minds want to know, we'll spill the beans (mmmm.... beans...) about what had us galloping through the house at warp speed in our last post. Here's a little clue... Recognize that juicy schnoz?! Hmm?

See, we heard our girl talking about taking a trip to Portland, Oregon where she plans to meet up with one of our fave dog/hooman combinations - Bogart and his mama Lulu! So of course, we came running to help with the planning for our trip.

I immediately got my things ready and was packed in a flash.

Imagine my surprise when my girl told me that since she's flying and does not want me riding in the cargo hold that I will not be accompanying her on this trip. I assumed she had to be messing with me and threw her my best "you've GOT to be kidding me" look (*wink* *wink*).

Apparently she's NOT kidding, so I tried a variety of faces on her to get her to change her mind about what part I would play in her trip. Instead of automatically trying a goober mind meld on her, I first whipped out my sad face. It's been known to get a 93% return on all requests I make with it. Apparently my girl falls in the other 7%.

I decided it was time for the BIG GUNS, so I pulled out a few of my favorite stink eye expressions to influence her decision.






Personally, I think my googly stink eye is quite irresistible.

Now, I know this one is overkill, but it's my ultimate stink eye expression. I thought this was important enough to do it right, so I whipped this face out to prove just how imperative it was that I accompany my girl to Portland.

It is now obvious to me in no uncertain terms that I'm evidently NOT as irresistible as I thought. My girl definitely could resist... even the goober mind meld. Stella & Merv were so bummed about the idea of staying home that they joined forces in a major hissy fit followed by a long and silent sulk.

I don't know if you can tell here, but Merv is one pissed off cat. You really wouldn't want to mess with him right now.

By this time next week my girl will be in Portland for 5 days, and she'll be spending some of that time whooping it up with Bogart & Lulu. Stella has not yet given up and is still hounding our girl to let her go on the trip. I personally think she's wasting her breath, but I told her to knock herself out.

Looks to me like she's got her work cut out for her. We all want to go to Portland so bad we can almost taste it (mmmm... Portland...)!

Wallowing in self pity,

Stanley

Goobs on the Run

What could possibly have these goobs running at break-neck speed?

Hmmmm?

Wouldn't YOU like to know?

Don't fret. I'll be sure to let you know... eventually.

Goober love,

Stanley

Princess Bean Bean

Two years ago today my girl took crazy to a whole new level by flying down to Orlando, Florida to pick up a sissy for me. She was described as a little "bratty" pup who had a LOT of attitude. (Just what my girl thought I needed in a sissy.) At first sight my girl fell in love, dubbed her Stella Bean Latifah, and my crazy world became even crazier!

We asked Stella what she wanted for her gotcha day this year, and she thought it was time she had a throne. ("I'm a PRINCESS after all!")

Stella fell in love with this ugly old chair and claimed it as hers.

As you can see from the expression on her face even SHE gets bored holding court.

And... when Stella Bean gets bored her inner exhibitionist comes out.

Nothing like a little attitude for the camera person.

My girl often calls Stella by the name Stella Bean, which eventually morphed into Bean Bean.





Now Stella insists that we call her Princess Bean Bean!

She practically had a fit when we told her we'd think about it.

However, once we agreed to her request she announced that the audience with her public was over. (She had squeakies to mangle at a Merv cat to stalk.)

All I could think was, "Thank doG!" I was more than a little bored with her princess schtick, and decided I would start the celebration festivities out in my favorite position.

Despite her diva antics, I've got to say I love the little fuzz ball and I'm glad she's my sissy! So, Happy Gotcha Day, Princess Bean Bean! GooberStan would definitely not be the same without you!

Goober Love,

Stanley, the hooman girl, and Merv

Goobtastic Mission of Love

A few days ago Stella went on a mission...

a mission she could NOT wait to fulfill.

She was on a Goobtastic Mission of Love.

This mission concerned one Airebud extraordiAire, Hercules...

and his smoochin' hooman sissy, Kylie.

You see, Stella has spent a fair bit of time breaking Hercules in as her ideal playmate and honorary brother. She's also spent a lot of time lip-locked with Kylie, who can't get enough of Stella whenever they're together!

It's been a little while since Stella has gotten to spread the love, hence, the mission. Kylie was more than a little excited when Stella landed in her living room unannounced...

and tried to get as many smooches from Stella as she could.

Needless to say, Stella and Hercules were a little worn out after the lovefest with the Kyster!

Stella could NEVER be too worn out to share some of the love with Herc's mama, Shelly!

They're CRAZY about each other.

And I always thought I was her fave!

Goober love,

Stanley







Pee S



We've been conspicuously absent from blogging for the past 3 weeks. We apologize for that, and will try to get some more scoop to you about that in our next few posts. We've really missed all of you!!

Diplomacy ~ GooberStyle

Alright. Our girl has been a little neglectful lately, but that doesn't mean Stella and I have not been keeping ourselves stimulated.

We've been fueding over this aMAZing flamingo Noah and his sissies sent us from the Land Down Under at the beginning of the year.

I love this flamingo so much that I took him with me on my roadtrip to New York.

Up until recently all in the land of GooberStan acknowledged that I had MAJOR dibs on this little guy. Stella would play with him, but only when I was asleep or otherwise occupied.

She knew not to disturb a flamingo-focused goob in the middle of his flamingo worship.

All of that changed this week, however.






Every chance she has gotten, she's been dogging me and my Aussie mingo bud.






Tugging, growling... you know, talkin' lots of trash...

and going to the mattresses over that flamingo...

until something fortuitous happened.

His head popped off!

Now Stella has HER piece of the mingo,

and I have MINE!

Needless to say, Stella is STINKIN' happy about that. That's what we in the country-running business call diplomacy.

Goober love,

Stanley

Fuzzy Mermaid

A couple of days ago my girl told Stella & I to pack ourselves into the GoobMobile for a little ride.

We LOVE going mobile.

Stella even agreed to be the navigational co-pilot.

We hadn't been to this particular dog park since last October, so I wasted no time getting reacquainted with all of the amenities. The spa facilities are fabulous.

Come ON, Stella! We'll hike the perimeter then I'll show you the swimmin' hole!





Uh... listen, Stella. Since you can't be trusted and are tethered to the girl...






I'll just go ahead to scout things out.












Once we got to the pond, Stella jumped right in.








She's always been a big fan of water, but we'd never had her in water over her head before.






As a side note, doesn't it look like someone deflated her usually fluffy back legs?

She watched me splash around for a couple of minutes...

then decided to briefly test drive the deep water.

From that point on she was a SWIMMIN' FOOL!

I watched my fuzzy mermaid of a sissy try to drag our girl (who was holding on to Stella's 15 foot leash) out to sea and across the pond. Too bad our girl doesn't trust Stella to come when she's called. Given the freedom, that little ball of merfuzz would have been across the lake and back several times!

After our swim we headed up toward the main gates to see who else was parkin' it, and Stella met this sweet elderlab.

Stella and I hung out with the lab pups for a few minutes, until something a little disturbing happened. There was an older man close by who had another lab (not pictured) with him. I was hoping for a little playtime with her, and when she growled at me I started playing with her like I do with Stella. I used my usual strategy of keeping my booty and the rest of my body between her head and my head, talkin' trash and being loud. Before I knew it, the guy who owned the lab girl started screaming at my girl and then kicked me a few times in the ribs. I thought he wanted in on the wrasslin' action until my girl came over and took me by the collar and stepped back from the lab. My girl was confused and so was I.

We were just going to walk away until the lab owner yelled some HBO words at my girl and then said that he'd seen me out at the park a few weeks before and that I ALWAYS attack other dogs. My girl asked if his dog was okay and mentioned that we had not been out at that park for several months and that my mouth had been nowhere near his dog, and the lady who was with him kept saying, "He was biting her all over! He was BITING her!" (The few times I have put my mouth on another dog my girl has gone out of her way to apologize and take responsibility for the fact that it's her fault, not mine. But this was not that kind of situation.)

Well, my girl could tell there was no reasoning with these people and would have walked away and left it at that (even though this guy was maligning my character and Stella was now talkin' trash at him for all she was worth), until the guy called her another HBO word and told her that she needed to learn how to keep me under control and that I was going to get someone killed. He was walking away from her as he yelled all of these things, and my girl (who NEVER goes off on people in public) lost it. She told the guy that if he was going to be an ASS, then maybe HE should take his dog and go home. The guy then flipped her the bird, to which she replied, "VERY mature, grandpa," and walked away. (As another side note, we did notice a police vehicle pull up a few minutes after the exchange, but we were already hiking back around the park by then. There was noone waiting to talk to us when we went to the parking lot to leave so we figured that was that.)

Even though I could tell my girl and Stella were both keyed up, I was blissfully unaffected!

Stay cool,

Stanley

Pee S from my girl...

This is Stanley's girl. I do not advocate getting into an argument with ANYone in public for something so ridiculous as being called a name or because someone falsely accused my dog of something. There are some other things in my life right now that have me angry, I have been ignoring that anger, and this is an example of how misplaced anger can bubble up at an inappropriate time. The whole situation is too absurd to even be embarrassed about, but at least I've tapped into the anger and am starting to deal with it. I'm just glad the guy who kicked Stanley kicks like a wimp, and that Stanley wasn't hurt. If Stella spoke English I think all of our ears would have been burning, though. You should have HEARD her telling off that guy. Whew!

Lazy No More

I've been CLIMBING THE WALLS here over the last week.

It's been slightly boring around here, and Stella & I have been trying to get our girl off of her lazy booty.

I believe I've finally succeeded! She's taking me swimming today (so she says)!

Now. Here's a little kitty treat from one of my fave websites, stuffonmycat.com

"You want to run away and get married? Sorry. I cantaloupe."

Hope you're enjoying tons of cataloupe and Wally melon out there!

Goober love,

Stanley

Asta Archives

I've been really missing my sweetpea Asta, so I prowled through my girl's photo archives from our roadtrip the other day, and I found some very fun photos of Asta. These first few are a series of photos I've entitled "Wild Wire." (I bring out the animal her... I think.)

These next couple of photos are of stolen moments together on the streets of New York...

... and how we were, literally, attached at the monkey.

I miss her spunk...

her wit...

her smoochies...

and her sweet & sassy ways!

Oh yeah. I miss her hugs too. Right back at ya, sweetness!

Your Goober Boy,

Stanley

Pinch-Snassler

Today I was a little wiped out from my weekend.

When we called today's meeting of the GSA (GooberStanian Snasslin' Association) to order, I wasn't ready for all the snasslin' that Stella had in mind,

It's not that I didn't want to generate good vibes to send out to all our friends who are sick or hurting or needing some love. I was just pooped.

Stella was able to fire me up enough to get my googley eyes going...

Yep. Googley eyes.

This led to a very short (and for Stella, an unfulfilling) low-impact snasslin' session.

Before long I was all snassled out.

Stella wasn't finished with her snasslin', so what did she do? She recruited our hooman girl to snassle a little more with her. I'm going to warn you. It's pretty high impact stuff!

Eventually, even Stella was satisfied.

This week we're sending all of our good snassle-induced vibes to all of our friends who are sick, needing comfort, or just needing a little extra love! If you're one of those friends, we hope you feel it! And special thanks to our hooman girl for standing in for me on the snasslin' front. We couldn't have done it this week without you!

Goober love,

Stanley & Stella

Wally Melon

It's that time of year again.

When the big green balls

filled with their red

and pink juiciness...

luscious

down to the very

last

bite.

Yes, friends.

I'm talking about WALLYMELON...

the official summertime fruit of GooberStan. Have some yourself and stay cool out there!

Goober love,

Stanley

Snasslin' for our Buds

Today's meeting of the GooberStanian Snasslin' Association was called to order when I had Stella at an obvious disadvantage.

She pulled out of it, though, and waggled her toes at me. I can't resist going for the toes.

Which leads to my attempt to flip Stella over.

My attempt failed, but at least I got a reaction out of her.

Maybe I got a little more reaction than I wanted.

Today we are generating all kinds of good vibes and goober love to send to directly to Huskee & Hershey's sweet mama Shane and their dad Mark. They grieve over Baby Chloe, who is now with her brother Angel Lucas. Please go by and give them some love if you can.

Goober love,

Stanley & Stella

Tongue

Our new buds, the Rocky Creek Scotties, are having a photo contest. Can you guess what it's about?

Tongue while meeting friends.

Tongue at the Mississippi River.

Tongue at home.

Here's one of me with my sweet Ami (Asta's mommi) in New York City. She doesn't seem to mind that I slimed her in this photo.

Tongue with stunt prop.

Tongue in Central Park.

Yes. My tongue has been all over the place, but so has Stella's. Here are a few of her pics. This is her signature, "How's my nose taste?" photo.

Nose tasting while sporting a different hairestyle.

Tongue while meeting friends. (Hi Jake & Fergi.)

Nose tasting again.

There are hundreds of more tongue photos where these came from, but you get the idea. So, if you want to enter, just post a photo of yourself showing off your tongue, then go over the the Rocky Creek Scotties' blog and leave a comment telling them to come by to see it. That's it. You're entered. You better hurry, though. The contest will be over when they make their 100th post (and that's coming up)! Even if you don't want to enter the contest, go on by and say hi. They're a hoot.

Today we would like to end with a piece of what Stella now calls her "shartwork." (She borrowed the term from our puggy friend, Pearl.) In this installation piece Stella exerts her creative efforts in the ultimate existential quest... the meaning of life.

Goober love,

Stanley