Wordless Wednesday

Zombies, Baffs, and Lockdown

Well, it's been a busy couple days around here.

Yesterday our house got invaded. By zombies who took dis giant metal ROBOT out of a closet (OMD, I didn't even know it wuz there!) and den replaced it wif anudder ROBOT. 

What Finley? What's this about plumbers and hot water heaters??? Pretty shure it wuz zombies and a robot.

And since momma said we finally had hot water (not shure what dis had to do wif da zombies), we had to get baffs. A zombie invayshun and baffs, I don't know what we did to deserve this.

Well, Brinley's gotten to meet and sniff Bowie. And Finley gets to be out in the living room when he plays. For SOME reason, I are still on lockdown and has only gotten to sniff him through his play pen. 

Finley said if I tried taking a chill pill maybe I could meet him. I don't think dat's legal here yet.

He are pretty cute. And he looks like he smells SO good!

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day to my grandpa!

 

He got a lotta movies. And dere wuz some yummy eats. No BBQ though. Stupid storms. 

Me and Brinley are still enthralled wif da kitten.

I can't wait till we really get to sniff him good.

I has no clue HOW Finley are so relaxed. 

And I Will Hug Him and Squeeze Him . . .

So we has a new lil brofur - his name are Bowie and he are a baby kitteh!!

Oh, I want to smell him. And I will hug him and squeeze him and pet him and pat him . . . 

If only da mommas would let me. I don't even get to sniff him yet.  

Brinley got to sniff him, but momma says since I are such a crazypants, she are making me wait.

She says we needs to be more like Finley and be chill. We're three year old westies, we don't do chill!

Flag Day

Well, it are Flag Day. AKA Torture da Kinley Day. I don't like flags. Or yard signs popping up. Or anything NEW on my walk.  

Finley says I are being ridiculous.

Brinley might get upset about flags if they wuz on TV. But since they is outside, she duz not care. 

Flags on dresses don't bother me. But those WAVING flags, I don't like those! So I wrote a lil song about it.

You're a rude old flag
No I don't like you flag
I bark each time I see you wave
You're my nightmare of
I hate not love
And I try so hard to be brave
Every dog barks true
At red, white, and blue
I growl at ya and I don't brag
But you're rude waving won't be forgot
I got my eye on ya old flag

Well, at least I made Finley laff.

Wordless Wednesday

Terrierific Tuesday

Well I had a busy day. A bike ride, barking momma while she swam, snoopervisin my momma painting . . . 

A zombie patrol, snoopervisin da exorcising, beggin for bacon wif my BFFs . . . 

Yeah, it wuz pretty terrierific. Now, about dat bacon . . .