Ode to Snow

 What is not to LOVE about snow?  

Oh.. untrodden snow in the hood.  The lure!















 You can make snow angels

And devils

 But mostly it is fun to run in it, slip around in it, slid over it and eat it!

Speaking of...  enjoy.

Click right  HERE!!!!!    My Kin Enjoying SNOW

Dose of Adorable

My Typist is feeling a bit nostalgic today. She was cleaning out my files (no, that is not code for something else!) when she came upon some cute photos of me (of course) and the neighbor (freaking jackass) when she was but a mere jackassette.

Enjoy them my biped friends.





Could you figure out which one was Evie? We furries all look alike when we are babies... all big ears and snuggliness!

I Have a Secret Fetish

Is it just me or is the word fetish like the BEST word to describe fetish? It sounds... kink.

OK that out of the way...

Y'all know that I have all sorts of ~ shall we say ~ eccentricities.

I like to indulge in occasional stranger in the park poop feed. I like toooo... rub my butt along the carpet and hump the neighbor dog like a complete whore even though nothing will ever come of it.

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What? That is not me? That is Bruiser, half lab half chihuahua puta? Poo-tah... OK that is funny. See how that joins those two fetish sentences?
POO-TAH. Did you see that? Joined?

Fine.

Where was I? Oh yeah - OK I do not drag ass or hump. That is in fact, that half-breed chihuahua Bruisy. But I do like to eat other dog's poop. I am SO that nasty girl. Fetishy little dirty girl....
WHAT?

Zoe cannot indulge in a little smut talk? No? Fine. Goodytwoshoesfunspoilingturdliftingstooge!

Oh yes. The secret fetish. Hardeehar! HAR!!! HARRRR MAYTEE! Shiver me TIMBERS! Wait... does that work? Timber shivering? No?

Stickler.

OK so when I am alone, lying in bed... and the (ahem) feeling comes over me. And I KNOW that they are a mere step away, waiting to climb in my mouth... puffy... white... and... just a bit gooey. (Squeel!) I tippity toe over to the waste can and grab me a

Fully. Loaded. Kleenex!

Again with the potty minds Dear Reader?

GOOD!

We kinks will get along juuuuust fiiiiine! Glad you are finally falling in line.

I Got Him LICKED!

Gene Simmons:

















Meet...


Jeanie Simmons:


























































Need I say I am popular with the gents? Yeah. Thought not.

Much Ado About... MURDER!

The snow has cleared and here I am on a fine Spring day contemplating last Spring's evils that befell me at the hands of the villainess!

The constant taunting:


The waterboarding:

The... BEATINGS!!!!!:

THE TREACHERY!

When I gots me a bright idea. A plot so perfect I could stump Agatha herself! Bwaha HA!

Who would be able to solve "coquettish golden, in the drawing room (OK - the home office) with... an icicle!
The deed will be done! One plunge thusly and the ruddy strumpet will be bound to world immortal!*

*reminder to self - toss the Kenneth Branaugh DVD's.

Let's Go GATORS!

The air is crisp again once more. You know what THAT means? No not beef goulash.

OK, yes, technically, it is time for beef goulash, but more importantly - and I cannot believe I just typed that - it is time for another season of Gator football dominance!

Lest you freaks have forgotten (lay off the hard stuff why doncha!) here is a picture of me and my Pal celebrating last year when the gators savagely mauled the Oklahoma Sooners and became the BCS National Champs!

I am the one not in the ugly hat and tacky scarf.

That is Tim Tebow on the screen behind us. M is so happy....

Anyway, We are starting another season. No Percy this year - but I have him on a fantasy team and - so far so good. Florida plays... er... spanks Tennessee this weekend. We will be watching and cheering and hopefully eating chicken wings and drinking beer. I may even get to sit on the ************ Gators over Tenn: 23-13 **********

The Glory That Is MEEEE!

I am so cute and sweet

That even when I roll all around in the sand after just being washed and just before being tossed into the Casita ALONE while they go 4 wheeling...

She STILL adores me and sneaks me cheese and chicken skin!

I can do NO wrong.

This place is for the BIRDS!

Listen, I know I have to share my space, but I must draw the line with the addition of all these birds. They bathe and poop in my water bowl. I like to select the poop I eat, not have it dumped upon me. It is rude. Then there is the flitting and flittering about when I am in sleep mode. Landing on my head mocking me! They seem to know I will get wacked if I bite them.

I need some ideas on how to bite or perhaps eat them and not get found out by you know who. do feathers digest well? Is there calcium benefits? I need calcium.

While I am at it, I also need advice on how to open the fridge and work the can opener. What is the difference between a wiggle and a waddle? Am I a winter or a summer? What is the difference between a blow out and a fluffer? There seems to be some laughing going on when I word substitute. Does corn bread get sugar in it? Why does fruit and beef make for stink air down south. Why does compost taste so good? Why do chickens shit tasty treats? Why do some people dress their dogs in clothes when they are already wearing a coat? Do you think I should get colored contacts? Will vomitting really make me thin? Do humans taste like chicken? Explain the allure of Nascar, golf and baseball. Should I get a boob job? Do you think Dog Art would sell on EBay? What does not taste good with bacon?

Gosh I am bored. I think I will go kill a bird and fling it into the ivy. Two noxious weeds unite and die. I am all about being green. Did you know rats live in ivy? They do. I eat rats.

I love a Guy in Uniform

It is Memorial Day.

I was out on the lawn getting some sun... waiting for meat juices to land in my mouth from below the grill... I put some Sun In on my fur - hoping for a little more blonde locks - I hear the men go for that.

Anyhoo, I was reading a piece on the KONP site (our only reliable and timely source of news in these parts) and ran across this story of Jag the police dog who tracked down and took down a bad guy in my town. I loves me some crime dog. The fact that he is dark and handsom... strong, dashing, good sense of smell and a bit of a bad ass... well it just makes me swoon. Or I may be suffering from the fumes from the Sun In. Maybe I better go take a dip in the doggie pool. While I am gone you can have a look at Jag and read about his capture.

Story:
http://www.konp.com/local/4772

Picture of the Hunk:

Sigh... hello lover!

Something Special For Memorial Day

Trace Adkins! Woof.



Bless our fallen heroes. Don't forget to support our guys and gals coming home from war and give to vet related charities if you can. I like www.woundedwarriorproject.org/

Ever Vigilent?

Click on it. DO IT!




Thank you Agnes!

Conservatives Gots It WRONG!!!!

Pork IS stimulus!

.... You hidin' bacon in there Lady?

Oink.

Zee Quest For Zee Wishbone

What have we
heeeerrrrreeee?

Turkey you say? Then where is the Fez?
Oh.
Then I assume I can register my request for a go at the breast without fear of offense?

All happiness seems to lie in getting to the wishbone.




Sleep 'til your hungry. Eat til your sleepy.

Meet Stella

My Frienemy!

She is a mutt.

She does not even know who her father is. OK My dad is also my uncle, but…

She does not play nice.

She is bitey and growly.

Harsh you say? Look where she is laying! MY spot on the rug.

I AM NOT jealous!

Shut your pie hole!

Pie?

MMM Pie....

Hey!

Oh look at her getting all the pets. Pet hog. You are a guest in this house madame! Get thee to the basement!

What? Why are you two taking that snarky bitch with you on a walk?

I think I saw more chicken in her dinner bowl tonight.

I think I saw Patty sneaking her a cracker! I want one…

I am gonna bite her when the humans leave the room.

When did you say she was leaving? What? Two more days with that toy stealer? Why this is beyond the pale. Wait… where is the pale again?

I am bored. Pet meeeeeee!

Stella, feel free to pee on the rug and gnaw on the kitchen cabinets. They will give you a treat if you do.

Wanna play?

Screw you old lady!

I will find someone else to play with!

Fan Mail

Have I written lately about my beloved Stephanie? Yes, you remember... the post lady! A moment of reverence please.

I have not seen her in a while due to my unfortunate stint in the big house. She was the only one who wrote to me.

Hugs and Kisses to her.

What, you no believe I was in prison? Prisoners get yard time you know.
The cookies? I had... connections.

I Was On Sabbatical OK?!

I know. It has been a long time between posts. I have been otherwise occupied OK? Deal. It has been no pickynicky for me either. You think YOU have gone through withdrawls?....

To give you a clue. Here above I am sucking on a twig at Celebrity Rehab. Doctor Drew insists that will help me kick my 4 bone a day habit. Take bone any way you want to. Let's just say me and Mary are tight.

Above is me escaping from Celebrity Rehab. I could not freaking take Gary Busey anymore. That guy has no sense of personal space.

Here below is... my mug shot.

I was totally innocent. Dogs hang in packs and they named it "Doggy Style" for a reason. So I asked Doctor Drew if maybe my sentence could be commuted to time in Sober House. Of course he was unsypathetic. Apparently he dumped me for Andy DICK? Can you believe that?
The Irony!

I sick

No pictures obviously. I am not to be trifled with when I feel barfy.

I held it as long as I could over night and then when they did not come I had to go in my bed. I tried to eat it up to hide the evidence and I cried to be let out. They came. They cuddled. They washed me and blew me dry. I barfed up my poop on the entry rug. Blah! Now nobody will kiss me. I saw my nest outside all taken apart. Why have they separated me from my nest?

Only a hunk of cheese and a porterhouse could make me feel better. S seems unconvinced and is torturing me by only offering water. Blah! I need a a Gin Ricky... or is that a slipped mickey? I am delirious.

I feel like shit and I shivery.

Mystery Dog From Labrador

So, lately I have been complaining about my miserable love life. Just because I got the fix doesn't mean I am not up for some afternoon delight folks. Jeesh! So I jotted out a short plea and dashed to some friends. I included a brief "likes/dislikes" list ala Hef and got this back.

I am not sure WHY someone was trying to pawn this kook off on me. I am a thrill seeking water dog. This one? It seems his only obsession is keeping his fur perfectly dry and coifed! I can only conclude that this mutt is from the loins of one Jimmy Johnson of Hurricane and Cowboy fame.

God. Me can'ts stand a prima donna. Or is that primo donna? Oh well, it doesn't matter. Look who I am talking about. Poor stoneless creature. Another reason to think he is Jimmy's... Sigh.

WHAT???

NO! I do not do tricks! I am not a dog! Did you not read the title of my blog? Jeesh!
No, I will not roll over!
Shake What?
You play dead! ..... nervy so-and-so....

What have you there? A treat??

Did I mention that you are looking lovely in those grannie panties and your tie-dyed Grateful Dead Tee?
No?
I was remiss! You are a vision.

Did you have something in that hand you wanted to share?

xx

Huh? What? What do you think you are doing? Treats go IN the mouth not ON the nose.

What do you mean don't eat it Zoe?
What sort of torture game you playin' you crazy long haired freak!?!

OK What?
Do the trick?
OH!

I have no shame... I am a treat Langolier!

Bring Your Fan to Work Day!!!

Here is where it all happens. Yes, it is a bit chaotic, but hey, anyone can function in an organized environment. It takes real skill to bring home the bacon (mmmm.... bacon) in this hovel.

So first thing I do when I come to the office (besides suck down a cuppa then visit the ladies) is I check the sitch with my investments. So, log on, get to my yahoo front page, click on my portfolio...

Oh holy shit hit the fan! ACK! I cannot bear to look at the devastation! The agony!

What? Who is the Chicken Little you speak of? My name is Zoe! Huh? What? I most certainly am not an alarmist!

_________ Kisses Hugs__________Hugs Kisses___________

A bit of Zoe wisdom:
In times of trouble and turmoil, stick to what you know and what makes sense!

Sell CAT

Buy DOG

'nuf said. Now go home. Arf!

Grillmaster Zee