The Republic of GooberStan

Fortune Cookie Fiend

2010-10-24T12:47:00.007-05:00

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

2010-10-17T08:00:00.001-05:00

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

2010-05-29T19:29:00.005-05:00

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

2010-05-16T12:40:00.005-05:00

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

2010-05-09T18:54:00.021-05:00

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

2010-03-13T18:10:00.002-06:00

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

2010-02-12T12:00:00.006-06:00

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

2010-02-07T14:25:00.008-06:00

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

2010-01-31T13:48:00.009-06:00

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

2010-01-28T16:02:00.005-06:00

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

2010-01-26T13:10:00.019-06:00

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

2010-01-11T19:33:00.012-06:00

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

2010-01-06T18:55:00.004-06:00

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

Stella On Demand

2009-12-15T20:54:00.011-06:00

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

2009-12-14T21:11:00.001-06:00

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!

2009-11-18T21:28:00.004-06:00

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

2009-10-28T23:57:00.001-05:00

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

2009-10-25T23:50:00.001-05:00

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

2009-10-23T08:03:00.019-05:00

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

2009-08-26T01:47:00.005-05:00

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

2009-07-30T07:42:00.005-05:00

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

2009-07-23T01:34:00.010-05:00

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

2009-07-20T09:47:00.008-05:00

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

2009-07-08T19:37:00.005-05:00

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

2009-07-07T14:45:00.013-05:00

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

2009-07-02T10:58:00.014-05:00

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

2009-06-30T09:56:00.010-05:00

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

2009-06-29T10:33:00.021-05:00

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

2009-06-28T13:13:00.005-05:00

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

2009-06-25T09:01:00.003-05:00

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

2009-06-23T10:27:00.010-05:00

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

2009-06-22T11:04:00.004-05:00

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

More later,

Stanley

Wildness

2009-06-19T10:40:00.004-05:00

I'm planning on a WILD weekend!

Really.

I'm serious.

Goober love,

Stanley

Wired for Love

2009-06-15T11:46:00.008-05:00

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

2009-06-11T22:47:00.003-05:00

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

2009-06-08T12:35:00.002-05:00

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!

2009-06-03T21:53:00.010-05:00

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

2009-06-02T14:33:00.002-05:00

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.

Goobers in Beantown

2009-05-26T19:13:00.001-05:00

Asta's daddi, George, was a quick study at the wheel of the GoobMobile on the way to Boston. With me as his trusty co-pilot he could hardly go wrong.

Of course, co-piloting still allowed me time to dole out goober smooches to the passengers.

In just a few hours we were in Boston, snout-to-snout with Agatha & Archie and their mom & dad!

We decided to give back to the city of Boston by displaying ourselves on Boston Common for a little Airedmiration and Wiredmiration.

I have to say that Agatha and Archie are FABULOUS at the tour guide gig. They even have a little comedy schtick they do and totally had Asta cracking up! (See her on the right telling her mommi the punchline?)

At times I felt like a black & tan boy at the tri-color convention.

Agatha even had time between sightseeing tours for a nice roach before the arrival of...

Ms. Sophia La Brador (Goober code name: Sophoober Bradoober). Here she is with her bootiful mama, Sherry.

There was so much going on that sometimes I wasn't sure which way to look. Aggie & Archie's dad was so gracious to us Beantown neophytes.

Agatha & Archie asked Sophie and Asta to tell them what they wanted to do. They consulted for a few minutes.

Frankly, I didn't care what we did as long as we were together!

We decided to aire out the hoomans and get them walkin'. Funny, though. They seemed to do so much talkin' they didn't get as much walkin' in as we wanted them to.

I found this house on Beacon Hill. I'm seriously considering buying it, but couldn't get anyone to show it to me on such short notice.

While perusing the real estate options Sophie's mama snuck over to get some goober lovin'. (She couldn't resist me... SERIOUSLY!)

This little Cairn Terrier guy showed up and strutted through our little walking pawty. He was adorable (according to my girl), but he was no Petey!

Sophie and I admired the architecture.

We stopped outside the house of Senator John Kerry, since he was probably waiting inside to receive our party.

Sophie & I conferred and decided to forego the visit to Casa de Kerry in lieu of more walking with our buds.

Sophie & I were forced to bond by my girl since we were going to be sleeping in the same hotel room with our mama and girl. (Asta slept with her parents on their big bed, on which there was not room enough for me!)

When we got back to the hotel for a very satisfied and much-needed snooze, Sophie had to be locked in her box so she wouldn't jump my goober bod. (This is Stanley's girl here. It was DEFINITELY the other way around. We locked Sophie in her box ~ which she loves, we've been told ~ to protect her honor and to keep Stanley from having to duel her boyfriend, Joe Stains. Sophie really is irresistible to everydog who meets her!)

On a much brighter note, at least my sweetpea Asta got to see my sexy pose on my Hugh Heffner bed!

Agatha & Archie, give your sweet parents big goob smooches from me for being so willing to give booty and ear scritches, and for whispering to me repeatedly how much they love me! I had a BLAST in Beantown, and can't wait to come back to explore more with you!!!

Go by Asta's blog to see more photos of our historic Boston dogfest! You won't be sorry!

Goober love,

Stanley

Cramping Our Style

2009-05-23T23:52:00.010-05:00

Alright. Before I say anything else, just let me say that Asta and I both love our families very much. She has her mommi & daddi, and I have my girl, and... well... they're DRIVING US NUTS!!! Everywhere we go, there they are. Asta and I can't get a moment alone.

We decided to have a little game of love tug, and who was there? You guessed it, the pupparazzi (in the form of Asta's mommi & my girl).

So, we've resorted to making up excuses to leave the apartment together. We told them that we wanted to skip out and grab a hotdog. No big deal, right? NoooOOooo! They had to come along with us and "capture the moment" on film.

Seriously. Would you want your own hooman girl or your girlfriend's parents with you everywhere you go?

Even the little dachshund in the background there yelled to us as he walked by, "DUDE! You've gotta ditch the parents, man!" I can only assume he was talking about my girl and Asta's parents. It was obvious our date was a little crowded, even to that hotdog on 4 legs.

Don't get me wrong. I know I'm not the only guy in Asta's life. (Believe me. I couldn't forget it even if I wanted to... and I DON'T. I mean... Asta's dad's a wonderful chaperone. I'm sure our dates wouldn't be half so much fun if I didn't catch an occasional glare from him reminding me that I better treat his baby girl right.)

The other day we walked all the way to Washington Square Park because I thought I might be able to get a good swim in in the fountain.

There I was, ready to spring right into it when, FWAP! My leash snapped taught and my girl hauled me off of the fountain's side to show me the sign that read, "No dogs in the fountain." Asta's parents agreed with my girl, and said they didn't want to see me get hauled into jail for breaking the law. See all those kids playing in the fountain?

This little girl looks pretty disgusted with something, don't you think? Well, if you think it's her sandwich that's got her making that face you'd be wrong. She was disgusted with how much the hoomans were smothering us. (Seriously. I stopped to ask her opinion.) What do they think we ARE? A couple of pups just weaned from our mamas? Are their lives so empty that they can only fill it with OUR social lives?

Here's a prime example. This is technically not a photo of me. It's a photo of my girl taking a photo of me. Guess who took it. Go ahead. Guess. It was Asta's mommi. If Asta's daddi had a camera with him you would probably be seeing a photo of Asta's mommi taking a photo of my girl taking a photo of me! SHEESH!

I began to refuse to cooperate on their photo shoots.

Once I got Asta involved in my plan it was next to impossible to get a good photo of us.

We made one last-ditch effort to sneak away for a few minutes of alone time. We said we'd go get gelato for everyone and bring it back. As you can see, not only did the hoomans come with us, but they insisted on feeding us as if we can't use a spoon ourselves to eat gelato.

Once again I refused to be part of their evil plan to keep us from being alone.

As you can see, I held firm but Asta pretty much caved. I can't really blame her, though. It IS gelato.

When we returned to Asta's house my girl could tell something was up, so she asked Asta how she likes having the 3 hoomans along for all of our excursions. Here's what Asta had to say:

I'm seriously considering contacting the NYPD about taking out a temporary restraining order that keeps the hoomans away from our dates. Hopefully it won't come to that.

Despite the hardship of the constant chaperones, Asta and I are having a great time together. I've never been so happy or so tired in my life!

Goober love,

Stanley & Asta

Pee S

You won't be hearing from us for a day or so. We're going to Boston Sunday to visit Agatha & Archie (and to meet up with Sophie La Brador), and then we'll be stopping by to see Maggie and Mitch on our way back here on Monday. WooOoHoOOOo!

Dazed

2009-05-22T11:08:00.000-05:00

Stanley is a little dazed and confused in

New York.

Nothing to worry or fret about, but Stanley is taking time to adjust to life in the Big Apple. He loves walking on the streets and meeting all the dogs, but is insanely loud whenever he is tied up somewhere (while we eat) and he sees dogs passing by. He sounds so ferocious, and I can't explain to every passerby that, really, he just wants to meet every dog he sees. He's receiving unimagined amounts of Airedmiration, and gets stopped regularly to be loved on and talked to. He's taking every spare minute to get in a snooze since he's probably getting more exercise here than he ever gets back home. More photos and commentary later. Go over to Asta's blog to check out more about our NYC adventures.

Goober love,

Stanley's hooman girl

Trippin' to NYC

2009-05-21T10:08:00.002-05:00

We had a hard time leaving our buddies in the 'Burgh! They made us feel like we were family, and I came to think of Scruff & BabyStan as the brothers I never had, and Lacie as the sissy I already do. (She looks so much like Stella I had a hard time calling her Lacie.)

I gave Lacie a little brotherly advice in the love department. She listened, and promised to seriously consider what I had to say.

She does such a lovely job taking care of Stan and Scruff... even while furthering her modeling career.

Before I knew it, it was time for one last whiz...

one last sniff (aren't these two of the most gorgeous muscle butts you've ever seen?)...

and one last good-bye to the girl in her lifeguard chair...

and I was back on the road through the wilds of Eastern Pennsylvania.

We were on our way to meet sweet Koobus!!

As soon as we arrived she and her mama and her sweet grandpa (her personal bully stick holder) told me to make myself at home. Here I am welcoming my girl into the house. They let me run all over to investigate and drink from the toilets while my girl had a fabulous lunch al fresco with Koobie's mama & grandpa.

I'm not like my sissy, Stella, so I had no way to tone down my gooberocity, but eventually Miss Koobie let me get a few good sniffs!

I told her I'd be as gentle as possible.

I admit, I violated her personal space a little more than she would have liked.

But in the end she came around. It's obvious from this photograph that she was hankering for a little whiff of this goober.

I spent the next two hours napping in the GoobMobile while we made our way to NYC and my Astaroni! Here is our first meeting on the street in front of her building. She's a VERY sassy girl.

While she showed me around her neighborhood I made sure we had time to investigate each other a little bit.

Okay. We investigated each other a LOT.

We went for a romantic walk along the river. Asta's an incredible tour guide, and pointed out all her favorite spots to me.

As you can see, my months of practicing for walks in the big city are paying off.

Life on the road has been fun, but can be a little hard on a goober. I was so wiped out that I crashed as soon as I got in the door. Asta had other plans. She looks all sedate in this photo...

but she could not resist the goober at rest, and kept crawling closer...

and closer...

until she couldn't stand it any more, and offered me the ultimate overture of love...

her polka dot tummy. WHO could resist that?!

I am already feeling SO at home here in New York, and it's not just because Asta's mommi is in love with me. (It's mutual, sweet Ami.)

We have so many things we want to do, and have been discussing our plans non-stop.

And of course, we're taking plenty of breaks for goob smoochin'!

Since my girl is camera CRAZY, you can bet you'll be seeing more photos of our adventures soon.

Goober love,

Stanley & Asta

Roadtrippin'

2009-05-19T10:27:00.004-05:00

Okay. So, we're on the third day of our roadtrip and I thought it was about time my girl got it into gear and posted some of the highlights so far! We stopped in Indianapolis the first night & hung out with my girl's friends from college (blah blah blah), yea, okay, let's get going with MY bizness! On the way out of Indy, we had the good fortune to hook up for some pug lovin' from my blog buddy Salinger! Look at those wrinkles! Doesn't he look cool?!

I started by giving him my most inviting goober look.

Then I slowly made my way to his pugginess. I couldn't wait to hear his snorfles up close. Here Salinger is waiting in the arms of his gorgeous mama.

I was playing it cool... starting to move in for a sniff...

and then I TOTALLY SHOUTED IN HIS FACE! Aw, STINK! I kind of blew my cool vibe.

Salinger's mama was able to calm this goober down enough for Sal and I to meet properly.

Ahhhh! I love the smell of puggy in the morning!

While my girl went off with Salinger to get to know him better I stayed and talked with his mama, Laura, about my trip so far and about her family. (She even made me some special roadtrip treats that are GOOBERLICIOUSLY FABULOUS!)

My girl couldn't keep her paws off Sal, and to tell the truth, I totally understand.

The resemblance between Sal and my girl is uncanny.

After Salinger finished his little love session with me and my girl I had a good Indiana roachin' session to refresh myself for the drive ahead.

Then it was back to the GoobMobile with my roadie (my girl) and back on the road!

By late afternoon we were at the house of these

three

goobs.

WOooOOoHooOOOoo! I think I'm in terrier heaven! I was actually in the yard of my buds, Scruffy, Lacie & BabyStan!

I love all three of my buds, but I have to say I'm most enamored with BabyStan! Don't ask me why. I just am! That boy & I have some notes to compare.

We started off by doing the traditional Stanley Dance! (Don't ask. If you're named Stanley then you already know about it.)

Then we went snout-to-snout to discuss our plans!

We spent a good part of the afternoon hanging out in the nature reserve that is their backyard. It felt so good to be out of the car and to be romping around with friends! (That Mumsie sure is a sweetpea too.)

Then Scruffy asked me to do the dance of the spastic goober, which I gladly did.

I have a feeling he was only trying to maneuver me into prime sniffing position.

I feel very at home here in the 'Burgh!

As we repaired indoors Scruffy took up a solitary pursuit...

as I tried to entice Stan to join me in a little wrasslin' match.

He told me he wasn't up for it right then, but maybe later. (Please notice Lacie in her lifeguard chair in the background, and Mumsie cleaning up one of Scruffy's peemails to me.)

We then took Mumsie & my girl out to the park to get some exercise (their mouths had already had more than enough exercise since neither of them hardly stop talking to catch a breath).

My girl was a little too excited about capturing this shot on film, so we're a bit blurry. We're quite the quartet.

Of course, no walk is complete for our hoomans without a little obstacle course. (Nodogs can hog-tie a hooman quite like these 3.)

By the time my girl said we were going to go nighty night I was ready to crash! I'm totally getting the royal treatment here. They even have my portrait hanging above my bed. Can you believe it? More fun today with Scruffy, Lacie & Stanley! I can't WAIT!

Goober love,

Stanley

Stinky Snasslers Snasslin' Fiercely

2009-05-12T09:06:00.004-05:00

These are the faces of the G.S.A. (GooberStanian Snasslin' Association)!

We've been snasslin' something FIERCE for all our friends who need good vibes with healing and comforting properties.

The fiercer we are, the stronger the vibes we create!

Hey, Eduardo! Just want you to know that Stella is MORE than holding up her end of the snasslin' session.

Of course, I had to interrupt this particular snasslin' session when I smelled an extra funky odor emanating from Stella's legpit. She immediately gave me the Heisman in an attempt to divert my investigation.

In the end I discovered that she had evidently been carrying around a skunk in her legpit! It smelled like he'd been living there for quite some time. I'll have to notify our girl of this amazing discovery. I'm pretty sure she'll appreciate the odor as much as I do.

But for now... it's time to keep SNASSLIN'!

I now declare this meeting of the GooberStanian Snasslin' Association adjourned!

Time for a post-snassle cool down.

Stretching is a very important part of the cool down process.

I'm always in a Zen-like state after a good snassle...

until my goober essence takes over again!

We are still snasslin' this week for our sweet Airebud, Putter. She is back home and feeling a little better, however, her vet still does not know what she's dealing with for sure. Putter, we're still sending you lots of healing goober smooches and Aire-Zen. Enjoy your break from your nanny duties while you rest up, girl! Go by and give her some love if you can.

Goober love,

Stanley & Stella