Sunday Selfies

 

So I are STILL having a hard time believing what Finley wrote in her will. I mean, saying a C-A-T would make a better Head of Security dan me! Travis sleeps ALL day and he don't even know how to woof. He are no Travis Barker, dat are for sure. I mean, he don't play drums or gots tattoos, in fact, I has a tattoo so I are closer to being a Travis Barker dan him. Anyways, I are digressing, but I do think I should be da head of dis West Texas Branch since I are a DOG and dogs are good at fetchin sticks and branches. 

I mean, dat is what Finley meant by a West Texas branch right? 

I mean, it couldn't have anything to do wif all dese boxes everywhere. RIGHT? 

But I kinda expected dat from Finley since she gave me da side eye da whole five years I knew her. But what I didn't expect wuz all da comments from my pals saying she made a good decision. I mean really guys, a C-A-T who licks his own butt in charge of da joint? I don't think so!

So we are not gonna listen to her and are gonna be co-sheriffs.

 

Whaddya mean I are gonna hafta be sheriff on my own Brinley??? I are so confused! Oh well, I guess I'll just pose for my selfie and we'll get all dis stuff figgered out soon.

Have a good week pals. Hopefully wifout all your toys and stuff being boxed up.

Finley's Last Will and Test-a-Mint

 

Well pals, it has been a busy few days around our casa.

Da endless packing up of stuff continues. It are weird and we duz NOT like it. I don't know WHAT are going on.

But da mommas still found time to fit in a grooming session and a bath for us! Not that you can tell by these pics since they are pre-groom, BOL.

Anyways, today wuz da day dey brought Finley's ashes home. She are going to go into the garden wif Whitley, so it will now be Whitley and Finley's Memorial Garden. And while we wuz snuffing around da toy basket, we found a piece of paper all tied up.

It wuz Finley's last will and test-a-mint.

Here are a transcript in case ya is havin a tuff time reading it:

LAST WILL AND TEST-A-MINT OF FINLEY ROSE HARRIS

 

I, Finley Rose Harris, being of sound mind (don’t pay no nevfur mind to those de-mint-sha rumors) and unfit body (thanks fur nuthin’ Arthur itis) do hereby give, devise, and bequeath my worldly goods and duties in da followin’ manner…..

 

All my toys I leaves to Brinley Evangeline harris ‘ceptin’ fur my rainbow lamb chop which I leaves to Kinley Arielle harris to remember me by (ya can think of all da looks I gave ya dat I would send ya ovfur da rainbow if ya evfun thought about tryin’ to eat my fuds). ‘Fore ya gits to complainin’, Kinley, ya got all of whitley’s toys and you nevfur enfun met her and I always wanted all her toys….. we both wanted each udder’s toys and had a few kerfluffles ovfur dat fact. So, it’s only fair dat Brinley gits mine. She also gits my clothes—agin, Kinley, ya gots whit’s.  Each of ya gits a blanket…. Brinley gits da blue one, Kinley da purple.

 

Now we gits to the most important part of dis here doc-u-mint. Who takes ovfur as Head of Ranch Security in my absence? And I just got word dat we is gonna need 2 Heads of Ranch Security—one fur headquarters here in Plano, and anudder fur da new divishun in west Texas—Lubbock to be precise. I gave dis a lotta thought. What’s a pup to do when the pickins is slim and I aint talkin’ ‘bout da actor Slim Pickens…. But ya gotta deal wiff da cards you’re dealt evfun when da deck is full of jokers and short on aces.

 

Furst, I names Brinley da Head of Ranch Security here at HQ. Angie likes to hit the nip too much and den wander round yowlin…. Bowie literally goes plum loco and bounces offa da walls on a regular basis. Dey both lacks da necessary gravitas. I has my resurvashuns, though, cuz Brinley needs to pull her head outta da tv and attend to her duties. Da tv is not a threat and neither is windshield wipers on da tv. Bark at da coyotes and zombies outside of da house and leave yer programs long enuff to break up da kitty squabbles and ya should mature into da job…. I hopes.     

 

Now, as to Head of Ranch Security, West Texas Branch, dere is only one choice and dat is Travis Ford Harris. Wiff a name like dat ya knows he wuz born fur da job. Plus dere wuz no way on God’s green earth I wuz gonna leave such serious duties in da paws of a fluffbrain who had more fur dan brains. Ya is sweet, Kinley, but sweet isn’t whut’s necessary fur da job.  Besides, you and Bowie is da 2 main perpetrators of mayhem and mischief round here and do the most frequent stints in da hoosegow cuz of dat fact. How would it look to name a jailbird to be in charge of security?? Dat just wouldn’t be right. So Travis Ford it is. Besides, he likes wearin’ da sheriff hat and duz it well.

 

Well, dat’s all I gots to say. Guess y’all gits to eat right away now, no more waitin’ on yer elders to finish furst, hehehe. If ya is reading this, I has already headed fur my last roundup and rode off into da sunset.  I’s happy eatin’ steak and bacon, playin’ pool ball wiff Whitley, and snugglin’ wiff Jezebel. 

 

Bark ya later, gators……..

Brinley gets to be Head of Security???? And Travis??? A CAT????????

And I are a fluffbrain who has more fur dan brains??? WHAT DA WOOF? And she picked a CAT to be da boss?? And wait a minute, what are she talkin bout a West Texas branch?? 

What are you snikkerin bout Brinley and saying da maybe she wuz right on da furs to brains ratio?? 

Oh well, guess I are off to eat dinner wifout waiting for any old dog. And at least I gots a lamby and a blanket.