Toby…I Mean Blue Puppy…Strikes Again

Last week I had two jobs come in.  My boys absolutely hate when I have to work and my attention is taken away from them.  Toby, I mean Blue Puppy, had a bit of a meltdown over this.

Tipped over trash can.

Naughty Cairn terrier tears up trash while his toy Blue Puppy watches the carnage.

Blue Puppy lies amid the trash can carnage.

As you can see, Blue Puppy tipped over the trash can and ripped up all the papers while Toby innocently looked on.  At least this was slightly better than when Toby got into the laundry and paraded around the house with dirty undies.

Toy kitty with stuffing ripped out of its head.

Humpty Kitty also fell victim to the carnage.  All of that stuffing used to be her brains.  I guess now she is Zombie Humpty Kitty.

Humpity! Humpity! Humpity!

How did Humpty Kitty get her name? I dunno.  Maybe we should ask Englebert Humpamint.

Given how miserable today was, I am going to hurry and sign off  so I can get some work done while the boys are sleeping.  It’s funny, they are my muses, yet they keep me from getting absolutely anything done.

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What might Virtual Toby and Geordie do as they nap in front of the TV?

I wonder what my boys would do at a museum? ....and so concludes our broadcast of famous museums around the world.

They go to the museum, of course!

Cover of the book Dream Our World

To read more of their adventures, pick up a copy of Dream Our World.

They are available at Amazon.

9 Comments

  1. The way he blames blue dog reminds me of how disappointing it was once the kids left the house since we no longer had anyone to blame for things like empty ice cube trays in the freezer. Our dog ate a light bulb out of the garbage once!

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