Taffy Tag

My favorite Welshie Boy, Taffy, tagged me to spill the scoop on myself. So here are the rules and my scoop. (I don't usually follow rules, but since my Taffy Taff Taff asked me to, I will this once).

Link to your tagger and post these rules:List eight ( 8 ) random facts about yourself.Tag eight people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them ). Let them know they've been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs okay?

The first random fact about myself is that I am Queen of our Couch! No matter how fierce Stanley may look in this video, you will notice that I OWN THIS COUCH!

The second random fact you may not know about me is that I crack my bruzzer, Stanley, up. Oh yes. I crack him WAAAYYY up!

A third random fact about me is that I am a master cuddler (hear that, Taffy?). If nodog else is around, then I will cuddle with the Power Puff Girl pillow, but I prefer to curl up under Stanley's chin, or on my girl's tummy.

Another random fact about me is that I sometimes like to crawl into Stanley's hollowed out psycho deli ball and pretend that I am a baby chick hatching from an egg.

I am also an invaluable part of Stanley's daily squirrel patrols.

Whenever I am perpelexed or the least bit excited, my left ear stands straight up.

I also have this thing that follows me around quite often. Usually it doesn't bother me, but when it DOES, I chase it down until it leaves me alone.

My final random fact is that I love all of my bruzzer's girlfriends, and want to be like them when I grow up! Thank you for being my friends, Asta, Ruby & Suki Girl! You're the BEST!!!

Now, I'm tagging Cassidy, Petra, Patches, Dopey, Tadpole, Princess Mooskeeta, Lucy (Noah's sissy), and Lacy Lulu. Let's hear your scoop!!

Gooberette Love,

Stella

Frolicking Goob

Lately, I've been doing a lot of what my hooman girl calls "frolicking" in the crisp morning aire. Now that he's back in action, my favorite companion on these romps is my faithful (though headless) flamingo. As you can see, I generally prefer my flamingo protruding from the left side of my mouth like a cigar.

I wasn't convinced that I'm a frolicker, but my girl busted out this definition.

frol·ic Spelled Pronunciation[frol-ik] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation noun, verb, -icked, -ick·ing, adjective
–noun
1. merry play; merriment; gaiety; fun.
2. a merrymaking or party.
3. playful behavior or action; prank. –verb (used without object)
4. to gambol merrily; to play in a frisky, light-spirited manner; romp.
5. to have fun; engage in merrymaking; play merry pranks. –adjective
6. merry; full of fun.

Yep. That's me.

The rest of these photos are pretty blurry (because I'm frolicking... DUH).

Occassionally I let my flamingo protrude from the right side of my mouth, just to mix things up.

This photo essay brought to you from the photo archives of GooberStan.

Love,

Stanley

Wrasslin' For Mental Health

You might remember my good friend, Gertie. She has been one of my secret weapons in my quest to whip my new sissy, Stella, into shape.

There are 2 very important ways she contributes to my sanity. First, she is more than willing to spend extended periods of time wrasslin' with me. This is a great energy release for me, especially since I'm always being told to "be gentle" when I wrassle with little baby Stella.

The second, and probably most valuable way she helps me is by wearing Stella's butt out!! (This video was shot after they had already been running around this same tree at warp speed for 5 minutes straight).

After running Stella ragged, Gertie employs a campaign of indifference to Stella's pleas to play. (Stella can't STAND to be ignored).

No matter what Stella does or how hard she tries to entice Gertie to play, Gertie is immovable. (The stray beef bone she found in the yard helps her maintain her aire of indifference).

Eventually Stella gives up, and crashes in the house for a good long while.

THANK YOU, Gertie Girl! I am a saner dog because of you!

Goober love,

Stanley

Flamingo in Winter

My headless flamingo is alive and well & accompanying me on squirrel patrol in GooberStan (and he doesn't mind the snow).

I'm trying to get a handle on how to carry him around without the assistance of his curved beak.

Stella is woefully unaware of the miracle this is.

My flamingo and I have a lot to catch up on,

Stanley

King of the Goober

You know how hooman pups like to play King of the Mountain? Well Stella has a new game... King of the Goober...

...except she doesn't play against anyone, and the goober has been known to knock her off himself.

By the way, for those of you who have tried to go to Stella's blog, she doesn't really have one. She's just registered on blogspot so she can comment on all your blogs (when we let her loose on the pooter). Sorry for the confusion.

ThankYouThankYouThankYou

You may wonder why I'm soooooooo thankful.

I have soooooooo many reasons. I really do. 6 of those reasons are my Airepals, sweet Maggsie & gooberlicious Mitch, and yummy Noah and his bootiful sisies Willow, Tess & Lucy. They gave my big bruzzer Stanley & me these blogging awards:

and




Actually, Noah & his sissies and Maggie & Mitch gave us the Community Blogging Award directly, then Noah & Co. gave the BTBlog Award to Maggie & Mitch, who gave it to us. Thanks you dogs! We humbly accept these awards from you. Since we love all our DWB buddies (you have all been so sweet to me I'm going into insulin shock), so we're sending both these awards to all of you, especially my new buddies Wally & his sissy Ethel, and the girls over at the Corgi lounge, Moxie & Izzie.




I'm also seriously thankful for all the new chewables and snacks to gnosh on from new friends.


Look at me tear into this package.

You may notice that somedog is con speak you leashusly absent. Notice the paw in the upper right corner.

I was forced to choose just one thing to start with. How am I supposed to decide? Hav--ing... sensory... over.... load... I froze in amazement!

I was particularly taken with these shrimp gnoshables.

Notice the big bruzzer in the background... oblivious to the fine bone-ables I had found.

I even got some snacks, evidently, named after me & some dog named Chewy. I will have to check into this snack production.

You may now be sufficiently intrigued to wonder who may have sent me this humonganormous package of goober goodness. Well, it was my new crush, Sherman, and his unbelievably stunning and generous sissies Penny & Lola. (Hi Penny & Lola. Give Sherman a big kiss & a love nip from me, okay? Tell him I love the flower he sent. *playful growl*)

So, where was my gooberbro during all of this and why did he not try to horn in on my package (which, my girl informs me, I will be sharing with him)? Well, when I was getting ready to open it, he came over for a closer look.

He immediately smelled something with his name written all over it.

Upon closer inspection he uncovered one moo tube and took possession of said tube.

He was all over that thing!

After snarfing it down, he found the sticker that was on the moo tube. It says, "For Stanny, heart LOLA." Lola, you made his week between the moo tube & your sweetness!

I loved the letter I found inside among the goober goodness. It was so heartfelt and gooey-like, I just knew my boy Sherman wrote it.

I was alloverthatthing sniffing out some Sherman stink. Ahhhh, that's what I like.

Stanley checked out the letter on the sly. (I see you rolling your eyes at me, Stan. I'm sure Sherman's used to pupgirls crushing on him).

THANK YOU, Penny, Lola, and especially you, SHerm! You guys sure know how to make a girl feel welcome!!

To celebrate my presents, I chose to shoot a music video to the tune of something I found in Stan's music library. It's a mix of techno/house music. (He has quite an eclectic collection).

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU all for including me like one of the family. I'm feeling the love!

Goobette love,

STELLA