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

Motivational Speaker

I've been doing some serious thinking...




while Stella's been slowly going insane.

My girl has been going stir crazy, what with being laid off and then being sick for the 5 weeks after Thanksgiving... and it's been rubbing off on Stella & I. So, for the sake of everyone's sanity, I grabbed my fave stuffie of the moment (my Big Ass) and settled in for some deep thinking on how to jump start my girl's career search and the next step of our adventures here in GooberStan.

I must thank Maggie & Mitch for the gift of the Big Ass. They bestowed him upon me when I was on my cross-country roadtrip last spring, and he's been a faithful companion as I mine my deep thoughts.

I find that the more I chew and cuddle my Big Ass, the more clarity I have.

It may not look like it, but I'm really working the little grey cells here.





When I'm in this position I almost have Stella fooled that I'm in an unbreakable trance. She usually doesn't mess with me once I reach my "zone."





After one last bite to the Big Ass (eliciting a very satisfying fart sound from him) I am ready to spring my motivational moves on my girl.

My girl doesn't know it yet, but I'm gonna light a fire under her to get her on the path to a job she loves and to living in a place where we will all flourish. (Smalltown Kansas has served its purpose, but is NOT where we want to stay.) I may not be a card-carrying motivational speaker, (and I don't live in a van down by the river), but I got my girl to finish her thesis. I can get her to find a job. (By the way, do you like my devious face?)

Goober love,

Stanley

Bout Time

I've been doing some pondering... It's time for some serious changes here in GooberStan. Don't mean to be so cryptic, but I'll let you in on the secret once I get my girl on board. (See Grammie? I'm still using the very snuggable blanket you made me.)

Goober love,

Stanley