Wooooo Hooooo!!

HEY DOGS!

ZZ here, and boy, do I have something groovy to smile about!

Word on the street is that some extraordinarily insightful peeps from Michigan felt the love vibe I was sending out over the AIREwaves, and have decided to become my new FUREVER FAMILY!! Some cool specs on my new family: they live out in the country, and they have 5 hooman pups, some horses, and 2 barn cats. There's even talk that they're already fighting over who gets to have me bunk with them first! (Relax, family... plenty of me to go around!)

This calls for a little HAPPY DANCE!

Stanley and I have been pawtying in celebration since I heard the news a few days ago!

One added element that has upped the pawty factor in GooberStan these days has been Stanley's hidden talent for jail breaks. (Hooman girl here: it's true!) Often when our hooman girl leaves the house, Stanley has been working his magic paws to open my crate. The girl always safely shuts me away in the crate when she leaves, and when she gets home, B*I*N*G*O, there I am waiting by the door to greet her. She is totally baffled and just a little freaked.

(Hooman girl: I am more than a little freaked! At first I thought someone was trying to mess with me - to make me think Stanley has superdoggy powers. But, this has been tested under pseudo-scientific conditions and it's true. Stanley keeps changing it up so I never know what to expect when I get home. Sometimes he ends up in the crate instead of ZZ).

While we're out and about in the house, we figured it was time to get in as much tug-of-war as possible. Warning: the results look a little like crime scene photos, so if you have a weak stomach or are particularly sensitive about your stuffie toys, the following video and photos are not for you.

We have decapitated or dismembered a large number of the stuffie toy population in GooberStan. Don't get me wrong. We're definitely NOT anti-stuffie. We are just dogs who love our stuffies a little too much! Here's some of our handywork.

When not loving on the stuffies of GooberStan, we're... WRASTLIN'!

(Notice how I've picked up some of Stanley's moves - if I get tired of him shoving me around the yard backwards, I just lie down and wrastle from that position. Also, just an FYI on Stanley. He looks a little extra fancy in these videos... sometimes he wears his royal collar around the yard. Says it makes him feel more regal. Sheesh! What a GOOB!)





Here's one more wrastlin' vid. I love it because it shows you just how vain Stanley is about his booty. He's quite fond of it and thinks it's one of his best features. Notice how he keeps pointing it toward the camera. (Come to think of it, it may be his best side. What do you think, Liberty?)






I'm not splittin' this scene just yet. (My travel agent is still working on details). Even though the road to my new home may take me away from GooberStan, it cannot take the sweet sweet memories Stanley, the girl, and I have made together!


Stanley has even given me a lifetime apointment to his cabinet. I am the Secretary of Pawmerce for GooberStan (I will promote paw-to-paw relations between Stanley and the non-GooberStanian world). I thought I'd never have an establishment job, but I'd do anything for my best bud, Stan.



Love, Peace, and a lifetime of good stuffies!

Your Goob at-large,

ZZ