Fabulosity

I know it's almost been 2 months, but I have to tell you about this FABULOUS box I received in the mail for Valentine's Day.

It was from my lovepup Ruby Bleu the bootiful Boston girl! She knows I like the boxes.

She was also sweet to include some gorgeously pink tissue paper... another one of my fave things!




I had such a good time with that tissue paper.

It makes the absolute BEST sound when you shred it!

And it smelled like Ruby, so I tried to wrap myself up in it!

Look what else I found in the middle of all that glorious paper!

Just what I NEED... some practice lips to work on my smoochin' technique!

I really gave them a work out!

They are juicy, luscious lips! (Just like mine!)

Ruby also loves my sissy, Stella, AND she knows that accessories are the KEY to fashion. Look what she sent her!

Lift your head up to show everyone, Stella.

Ok, Stella. I know you love it, but seriously consider whether or not you'll let me borrow it. I got one too, but my girl has been too l-a-z-y to put it on me. I can tell you that it is just as FAB as Stella's (maybe more so)!

There were some other goodies in there for snackin', and a couple of cool things for my girl too! Ruby, as much as we love all the loot you sent, we love YOU even more!

Thanks for being my lovepup! I know you and Mack are hot and heavy, but I'm glad you still have some lovin' left for ME!

Goober love & smooches,

Stanley

Goober Spy

This here is one of my best friends, Bob T. Bear, esq. He's from England, he's crazy about underwear of all kinds but especially blue ones (he calls them pants), and he's a spy bear. If you go over to meet him, just don't ask him who he is spying for, because, if in a moment of weakness he tells you, then he'll have to kill you. And he knows karate. Seriously.

Bob knows that I'm totally into spy stuff, and I like bears, and I like goobers, so just before Christmas Stella & I received this package from Bob.

Seeing as how I am the expert package-opener of the family, I commenced with the opening.

I work through it in stages. Now that it's open I gently coax the contents from inside the package to come out.

There was a mini package inside the big one.

After checking for booby traps (See? I read spy novels.) We opened it up.

Stella wanted to get in on at least some of the package-opening (she's still in training).

Look what was inside!!! It's a little bear, with a tag on him that said he's a Mini Goober!

I can tell from Bob's descriptions of spy bears, that this Mini Goob is definitely a spy! He has 1 ear that faces forward, and 1 ear that faces backward. (That's the mark of the spy bear.) On Bob's blog you can find all kinds of information for the bear novice like how to tell your bear is real, and stuff like that.






BOB!! Thank you for the Mini Goober Spy! He is a FABULOUS addition to our family! We are honored you chose to entrust him to us! By the way, I was very enamored with the card you sent.






At one point I was seriously considering eating it, but my girl rescued it from my drool of death. Once I settled down to reading it, I'm very glad I did. (The Bear helped me decipher your Bear English.)

Here's what Bob said in the card: "To Stanley an all de famly. This is colld a "Mini Goober". I bort him for yu all in Norfolk. Luv from Bob T. Bear esq."

Bob, we willl always cherish our little goober spy, and we will make sure he knows that you are the one who arranged for us to adopt him from the Bear Adoption Center in Norfolk. By the way, did he tell you what his name is? He's still deep into spy mode and hasn't been willing to tell us yet.

Anyone out there with a name suggestion for our Mini Goober spy bear, please let us know. We're at a bit of a loss!

Goober love,

Stanley

Santa's Secret Minion

Some of you may remember the magic sweater that Stella received for Christmas last year. It was truly an amazing phenomenon! Everytime my girl put that sweater on Stella, she froze in place and wouldn't move.

This year Santa heard my request for something Stella-sized that would work in much the same way as the magic sweater. One of his secret minion from the North sent us a VERY merry package of loot, inside of which was a fantastically paralyzing winter coat for Stella. It looks like a wetsuit, but has fleece inside. As soon as my girl put it on her, she froze in place.

The undercarriage of the coat has gorgeous white hibiscus flowers on a red background.

The back of the coat sports a skull and crossbones, with a kicky little hibiscus flower perched jauntily on it's head. It's kind of kick-ass-cute.

The reason you are seeing so many photos of this AMAZING coat is because Stella was immobilized for the entire time she was wearing it.

Who says there's no Santa Paws?!

To illustrate the powers of this coat, look at the next two photos. This first photo is of Stella when she left in the car with our hoogirl to go visit our buddy Hercules.

This is Stella over 30 minutes later when they arrived at Herc's house. My girl said she looked back once during the trip and saw Stella leaning her forehead against the back of the seat, but other than that, no movement!

Even if there had been no other loot in that package I would have been one happy goober. But WAIT! There was more. I let Stella investigate first. (Actually, our girl had me go outside to burn off some energy while Stella got the first crack at our other gifts.)

After a thorough inspection of the contents of the box...

Stella proved she has impeccable taste by pulling out the peg-legged pirate chicken!

My girl tried to get Stella to play fetch with him, but as soon as she got him in her jaws...

She drug him over to her condo,

and proceeded to take him hostage!

If not for the long arm of our girl, he would never have been heard from again!

Once I arrived on the scene and heard that fabulous squawking I was mesmerized. Just look at his chest hair.

I was so entranced that I confess I went a little Elvis on him as I went in for my first taste!

I checked him from head...

to

foot. Strange, though. He didn't taste like chicken.

No matter. He honks and squawks FABulously. It is just at the right frequency to provide maximum annoyance to my catbro, Merv.

Meanwhile, Stella had a standoff with the moose we found in the package.

Once our girl extricated her from the magic coat, she proceeded to take that moose to the sundeck on the roof of her condo. As you can imagine, he is no longer with us, but he sacrificed himself so that other squeakies may live.

You might be asking yourself just WHO IS Santa's secret minion who sent such a luscious load of fab prezzies? It was none other than Stella's diva mentor, that maven of fashion, and Joe Stain's main squeeze... Sophie La Brador!!

Sophie!!! You have made my YEAR with that magic coat! We LOVE YOU and are STINKIN' thankful you are our dear goober bud!! Thanks for thinking of us this Christmas, and for being so tight with the big fat guy!

Love,

Stanley & Stella