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

Diggin' the Goob

My girl is totally enamored with this photo she took of me this week. She says I look like the puppy I was when she met me. (I was 10 months old when we first laid eyes on each other.) I say she needs new glasses.

She digs me. What can I say?

Goober love,

Stanley

Squeally Cute

For the last two weeks Stella has been trying to wrangle a meeting with the newest diva in the neighborhood ~ Priscilla, the pot-bellied pig.

She's a cute little diva piglet. She's all black except for the tiny white stripe just above each hoof. She also has little white furs that stick out of her juicy little snout!

She's just 8 weeks old and her belly has already dropped almost to the ground. Don't let that fool you, though. Her figure is still considered svelte for a piggy. See that indentation just in front of her back leg?

She's also very cuddly with people. How could you NOT fall for that face?

Stella fell in love and followed Priscilla all over the place trying to maneuver for a good sniff.

Stella even got close enough to get a little taste. (I reminded Stella that Priscilla is NOT on her RAW diet.)

She's squeally LOUD, that Priscilla.

As you can tell, she's not as enamored with Stella as Stella is with her. Stella thinks Priscilla may join Izzy as her diva disciple.

I squeally can't wait to meet her,

Stanley

Puggle Snuggle

Okay, so my weekend plans to frolic in the countryside and swim the days away were thwarted by the ridiculously hot weather, but staying home wasn't a total bust. Here's our new neighbor and buddy, Izzy. She's a puggle pup and she looks like she could be Eduardo's sissy. Isn't she cute?

Normally she sits on her deck and watches us goobs from afar. But she has gotten curious enough to come over for some fence sniffing.

I couldn't let Stella have all the fun, so I came over for a friendly sniff and a complimentary through-the-fence wee for our new little buddy.

She doesn't talk a lot yet, but if you look closely, you can see her sass coming through as she sticks her tongue out at Stella and rocks the saucy little ear flip.

Stella told her all about the G.S.A. (GooberStanian Snasslin' Association). Izzy's curiosity was peaked, but she thought she'd start out by trying a through-the-fence snuggle with Stella. (Stella is convinced she has a new diva disciple. SHEESH!)

She put her head against the fence and said, "bring on the snugglin'!"





She was so energized by her snuggle session that she had herself a refreshing roach in the cool grass.









As a sign of solidarity Stella had herself a nice roach in the grass...







... and obviously hit a good spot!



Today, to honor Izzy's first snuggle, we direct all the good vibes she and Stella generated to all of our sick pals out there, like, Jackson, Randi, and Asta's parents' friend Anna Marie! We're also hoping that JB's dog brother, Bear, makes it home safely soon. We hope you feel the love!

Goober love,

Stanley

News Flash

Randi found out that the tumor she had on her booty is BENIGN!! WooOoHooOOOOo! Here is a video of Stella & I doing the happy dance over Randi's cutie benign booty!

Something Stinks

Let's just say some things fell through and my weekend did not work out as I had planned.

More later,

Stanley

Wildness

I'm planning on a WILD weekend!

Really.

I'm serious.

Goober love,

Stanley

Wired for Love

Yesterday Stella and I anxiously awaited our Wirey guests, Fergi & Jake. We were no good for anything all morning anticipating their arrival in GooberStan. We couldn't believe we were going to get to meet them on their roadtrip to Florida!

Of course, Stella did her best to make Jake feel welcome!

She was VERY enthusiastic about meeting him.

He was cool with that. I'm guessing he's used to it.

Naturally, Jake started asking, "Where's the big goob any way?"

Before he could make my acquaintance Stella said she HAD to say hi to Miss Fergi (one of her idols). Stella has so much respect for the Ferg, knowing that she weathered many years as a prisoner in a puppy mill and lived to tell the tale.

Fergi kindly let Stella sniff both ends. (She's such a sweet peach, that Fergi. I can totally see why her Airedale boyfriend, Farfel, is in love with her.)

Then it was time to let Jake do some of the sniffing.

We wanted to get a "before" photo of Jake (that is, a "before meeting the Goober" photo). You can just tell that boy LOVES LIFE, man!

FINALLY! I got a chance to get properly acquainted with my new Wirey bud, while he became acquainted with my headless pink flamingo.

We spent the next couple of hours hanging out at the Royal Tennis Courts getting to know each other while the hoomans yacked and loved on pups.

It was enough to wear this goob out!

Jake took frequent breaks over by the gate. Some kids were riding four-wheelers around, and you know how he loves his trucks and automobiles.

Loads of mutual admiration occurred!

Stella really wanted to hang with Fergi, but Ferg was enjoying the grassy spot in the shade with her mama.

I think Fergi & Jake's Nina Girl fell in love with Stella and with ME!

All that love & running in the sun was pooping us totally out. (Sometimes I think that was what the hoomans had in mind.)

I made sure to position myself so as to give Fergi a prime sniffing experience during one of my rare moments at rest.

How do you like this for Jake's "after" photo? Does he look any happier to you now that he had been gooberized? (Also, he had been hypnotized by my girl, who almost wouldn't let him play with us ~ she was monopolizing his time so much with her atomic booty scratches.)

It's obvious to Stella and I how Fergi and Jake have come so far from the uncertain and scared pups they were when they were rescued from their lives as puppy mill dogs... They get LOADS of good lovin' from the Nina Girl and their mama! The Nina Girl had us wanting more.

Look how good Jake and Fergi have it!! They have their own resident bear-hugger. Notice her technique. That is one full-bodied hug, man! She's a pro.

It's obvious Jake spends a LOT of time in this position.

Not only is she a good bear-hugger, but the Nina Girl is also very good at listening to puppy secrets and whispering encouraging love stuff. Jake's so relaxed he almost fell asleep sitting up.

No doubt, the Nina Girl learned all she knows from her sweet mama, who knows a thing or two herself about loving pups.

She has a friend in Stella for life!

And me? Well, after the goober mind meld, what do YOU think?

She got not one, but two hugs from me. (A rare occurrence, indeed.)

She wouldn't leave until she could give some last minute lovin' to us and tell us how much she loved meeting us. The feeling is TOTALLY mutual!!

We were so pleased to see that Miss Fergi and Jake were happy to have made our acquaintance. We stinkin' LOVED meeting them, their Nina Girl and their mama! We hope it's not the last time we see them!

For us, that Fergi smile was the highlight of our time together. She and Jake deserve all of the happiness they can get. We hope we added just a little to it!

The Nina Girl took this last shot of me before they headed back out onto the road. If you guys can't tell, let me just say that I am one happy goob! It's pretty obvious that Fergi and Jake's car is one giant LOVE BUBBLE on wheels! We are honored you shared some of that love with us when you wheeled past GooberStan! ANYtime you want to have a lovefest with us, we're totally IN!

Goober love,

Stanley & Stella

Blue Goober

My brother Stanley is a wee bit blue these days.

He keeps asking when my girl is going to take him back to New York.

And he splits his time between watching out the window for dog blogging friends to drop by unexpectedly....

and nuzzling an old squeakie toy of Asta's.

I feel for the big goober. Oh, the agony of not being able to snap him out of his stupor!

Merv is as yet unmoved by Stanley's depression. He thinks Stanley will snap out of it soon. (This photo is for YOU, Sophie.)

Goobery love,
Stella

Rant of the Diminutive Princess

I'm FINALLY getting a chance at the puter, and I'm here to vent a little to my friends about the state of confusion I've found my hairy brother Stanley & my hooman girl in since returning from my vacation. Let me tell you up front, I fully intend to whoop the confusion right out of them. Yep. That's what I'm doing.

They say they're sorry now that they sent me to Casa de Hercules for my vacation! They say that I'm spoiled and am acting like an entitled and pampered princess!! (Actually, Herc & his family called me Queen Stella.)

Does this look like the nose of a pampered little puppy girl to you?

Take a closer look. I sustained this scar in a little fight I had at the park protecting my honorary brother, Hercules, and his hooman sissy from a squirrel attack. (I may have gotten these battle scars from wrasslin' with Hercules too, I'm not exactly sure). The point is, I was ready to protect Herc & his sissy at the park, whether or not the scars came from that.

Stanley's been taunting me since I got home with all of these stories about HIS friends he got to visit and all of the Airedmiration HE got on the road. Well, I told him that it was time to clear the Aire before I had to open up my own can of whoopass on him.

As you can imagine, that made our reunion more than a little cold.




Our girl kept trying to get us to smooch and make up. When I refused, she tried to get us to play a little tug to break the tension.




You talking to us??

Sometimes all you can do is humor the hooman girl.

I saw this as a detestable labor of love for her. I wasn't going to enjoy it, though.

Come on, Goober Boy! At least try to make it look convincing.

Maybe if you moved a little bit...

Are you going to work with me or not?

That's more like it, you big, hairy goober!

Now grunt a little like you're trying.

Oh, well, please TRY to look a little more bored, would you?

C'mon! Tug like you mean it!

Aw, Stink! Let's just call it a day. The girl does not seem convinced.

Don't get me wrong. I still love my stinky brother, Stanley, but I'm pretty tired of his taunts. He told me to close my eyes and he'd give me the present he got for me on his roadtrip. Not that funny, is it?

I may just have to wipe that smile of his grimey mug!

My girl seems to finally be coming around to my way of thinking. If it wasn't for her I'd be moving back in with Hercules' family for awhile. They know how to treat a sassy princess like me right! Any suggestions?

Goobery but frustrated love,

Stella Bean Latifah

Petey & Sophie & Asta, OH MY!

Lest you should think all my time in New York City was spent canoodling with my sweetpea and lovepup, Asta, here is proof positive that our relationship is not one of those that excludes our friends. We spent some good time with Sophie, Petey Boy, and his tennis ball. (My girl told me we were not ever leaving NYC if we didn't get to see Petey, so I kept stalling the meeting, even though I was dying to see him.) Here he is in all his fuzzy glory, sporting that cute little balogna tongue.

Our first meeting occurred at Asta's house. Petey came over for evening cocktails. His fave is a bowl of cool water with a tennis ball twist.

His mama (Auntie Jane) looks like she's trying to work some type of healing on me in this photo, but really she's just giving me some very relaxing scritches.




We went right from scritches into the Goober Mind Meld.

Eventually I had to relinquish my claim to Auntie Jane so Asta could get some share of the lovin'.

Auntie Jane tried to convince me that Asta & Petey are like brother and sister, but I really don't see the resemblance.

We all felt at home with each other right away, and in no time Petey was sporting his mohawk for us (it's his fave 'do when at the beach). He had us all cracking up!

Naturally, Petey wanted us to come with him to the dog run where he and Asta first met.

We were met there by Sophie, who was ready for some tennis ball bonding with Petey!

While Sophie & Petey extolled the virtues of the tennis ball...

Asta engaged my girl in a game of holy roller fetch.

That girl plays a serious game of tug,

and loses all sense of personal space. (My girl didn't care, though. She's a BIG Asta fan!)

From their expressions you can obviously tell that the photographer is NOT the one with the tennis ball.

Sophie showed us one of the stupid hooman tricks she's been teaching her mom. She said her mom can actually put 3 balls in her mouth at once.

Petey ~ communing with the ball.

We tried several times to get a group shot of us at the run together. My powers of persuasion were not enough to entice my sweet Asta to leave her holy roller ball for the photo op.

It's pretty obvious who is not cooperating in this photo.

At one point I agreed to help Sophie attempt to maneuver the tennis ball away from Petey by implenting the double-team booty block. (It didn't work.)

Of course, Auntie Jane and I made sure to get some good one-on-one time together. I really think she digs me.

Plus, she gets my sense of humor.

As a ruse to give Asta & I some time together sans hoomans, Sophie feigned fatigue so she could go back to her luxury hotel and Petey invited all of the hoomans over to his house for the evening.

My girl, Sophie's mama Sherry, and Asta's mommi Ami all fell in love with Petey's catbro, Mica.

He's an eldercat, but you'd never know it. He acts like a wee kitten.

He even gave a kiss to Sophie's mama, Sherry.

Now, I'm going to warn you that the following few photos are a little disturbing. They were taken covertly by Mica & Petey, and appear to be a photo essay on hooman goobs who have mistaken one of Petey's squeakies for a party favor. What's really strange is that ALL of the hoomans participated. Could it have anything to do with what they were drinking? You be the judge.

Thanks, Petey. You really did a solid for me & Asta by watching after the hoomans and keeping them out of our fur for awhile. Thanks for running interference for us. We owe you, man!

Goob love,

Stanley

Connecticut LoveFest

Okay. I am now reporting to you from GooberStan where Merv is getting used to sharing the house with me, my girl, and Princess Stella again. Stella is chomping at the bit to post about her FABULOUS time at Herc's house, and how they treated her like the princess she is, and how they even got her her very own hooman pup to play with, and how Herc played with her whenever she wanted! But that will have to wait. I have TONS more to tell you about my roadtrip.

On Memorial Day we left Boston and headed to the home of my Airebuds Maggie & Mitch. As you can tell from our initial greetings it was quite the lovefest. See how interested Maggie is in Sophie?

Maggie & Mitch already knew Asta, and they were excited to welcome her back to their bootiful home!

Mitch made sure to fill me in on how to sweet talk Maggie so I'd be ready when she came over to say hi.

Maggie told me all about how much Mitch was looking forward to having another guy around with so many females running about.

I hit it off with Mitch from the start. He and Maggie suggested we take a walk around their place.




Their yard is SO HUGE, and it has a pond and this very cool stream that Mitch's dad said I could play in. I didn't waste any time getting myself into that bootifully cold water.





Sophie also took some time to splash around and explore.

Sweet Maggsie was all concerned I'd catch cold roaching around in the water.

To put her at ease I got up and prepared to get out of the stream...

... only to find that Asta was thinking about getting in for a dip.

Maggsie & Mitch share their pond with a very special lady ~ I don't remember her name but she swam around like she owned the place.

I had been loving my time in the city, but was really enjoying getting back in touch with nature again.

Once we got into the barn my mind was made up! I was going to find a way to move in with Maggie and Mitch or get my girl to move us to their barn! It is cooler than my digs in GooberStan ~ no offense to my girl.

We tried to get a photo of my two new buds, Mitch & his dad (who gives great scritches and says the most encouraging things to a big goober such as myself), but Mitch was really digging his role as host and wanted to check on everydog there to make sure they were having a good time.

While the hoomans talked and ate the gooberiffic lunch Maggie & Mitch's mama made, Asta & I were wondering what had happened to our traveling cohort, Ms. Sophie La Brador.

Asta discovered Sophie hanging out by the big table where all the food was. She had been most successful at snagging some tasty morsels from the hoomans.

After a short discussion with her divabud, Asta decided to go and see if she could entice Mitch to a little game of bitey face.

We even got to see a diva demonstration of how to "be the ball," as Sophie calls it. (She's so zen.) We just usually call it "fetch."

Eventually, what with all the running around, exploring, wrasslin', and eating, we could have all used a nice snooze, but settled for a little rest instead, as demonstrated here by the bootiful Maggie.

Sophie actually snuck in a little power nap in between all the mutual admiration that was going on between her & Maggie.

That was not the only lovefest happening. Asta got some good lovin' from her daddi (but didn't let that distract her from the photo op).

Even though we got to Maggie & Mitch's house too late to go hike up Sleeping Giant, we still had a BLAST getting to hang out with Maggie & Mitch, getting to meet their parents George and Sue (who absolutely love me, by the way), and getting to run around their barn and yard! It was a great way to top off our weekend getaway. Maggie, Mitch, Sue, & George, thanks for all the great food and the fun, but most of all thanks for making us all feel at home! You're completely gooberlicious and we LOVE YOU!

Let me leave you with a couple of photos of MitchMan. He's the one Aireboy I've actually met who comes closest to me in size. His dad said that my bark makes me sound like a killer but that I'm really just a big baby of an Airedale (my girl completely agrees). If I'm a baby Dale then Mitch is a Goth dale. Check out his extra thick eyeliner!

We all had a hard time leaving Maggie & Mitch's house. I hope I get a chance to go back again someday! We all had quite the lovefest! If you want to see more photos from our time at Maggie & Mitch's, go to Asta's blog and check them out!

Goober Love,

Stanley

More of my roadtrip adventures yet to come. My girl is trying to rest up from her "vacation" as she calls it. We're all a bit pooped around here.