I don’t know if this is the same snake that was the garden earlier this year or a different one. Either way, this one is about 3x larger than the first. I was able to find it because Toby tried to stick it up his nose.
This was the baby that came to visit in the spring.
Geordie was petrified of snakes and wouldn’t go near them. At least I didn’t have to worry about him being bitten.
Real Life Me is a badass.
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Two nights ago we had a freeze warning, so I brought the decorative pumpkins inside.
And what did my wondering eyes see then
but a naughty brown dog chewing off all their stems.
Nom..nom..nom...
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Aagh! We’d rather just have our stems chewed!
See what my naughty boys have been up to when you pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside, Geordie and Toby visit the museum of their dreams and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
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Come with my boys as they visit the museum of their dreams in Dream Our World.
This is an incredibly fun book enjoyed by readers of all ages. Inside Geordie and Toby view the world of art from a canine perspective while enjoying a day of unsupervised fun.
Dream Our World is available from my store and from Amazon.
Just kidding. I have a little more hair than that.
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To see more of the mischief my boys have been up to, pick up a copy of Dream Our World. So far, the boys have been running around the local museum for nine months. I can’t imagine what they have been up to while we humans have been locked out.
Recently, Alyssa Milano’s ghost (it had to be her ghost, right? I mean if you catch covid, you automatically die) put out a YouTube video showing her hair falling out in clumps after she had contracted the virus.
My hair has been falling out by the handful since late last summer. Turns out, hair loss is not a side effect of the virus but of trauma. It could be an emotional or physical injury, but it is natural for hair to stop growing and fall out for several months after an extremely stressful incident.
It looks like my Homicidal Boots have found out yet another way to haunt me. Not only did they make my knees swell up and compound my neck injury (the Bell’s Palsy might be in part because of the head trauma I experienced) they have now made me nearly bald.
A friend made me laugh. She said that she had no idea about my hair loss – that my hair always looked so full when she saw pictures of me. The only pictures anyone sees of me are the ones I draw, so yes, I have Disney hair!
To see more of my emotionally supportive pups’ adventures, pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside the boys visit the museum of their dreams and view the world of art from a canine perspective. Really, it is a seriously cute book.
On Wednesday mom had to turn the compost. She let me in the garden with her but told me not to pee on the cabbages. I didn’t. I was a good boy. Instead I peed on my leash. Then while she tried to grab a non-peey part of my leash, I ran over and stuck my head in compost juice. (Her mix is too green and not enough brown so it smells very, very nasty…just the way we puppies like it.)
Oh, wait. Something can.
I told you stories about me were more interesting!
Come and read more stories about my boys’ adventures in Dream Our World. Inside my two little monsters view the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Dream Our World is available from my shop and from Amazon.
Yes, while my head was still grotesquely swollen from bee stings, I woke up to my right eye drooping half-way down my face like a stroke victim.
Seriously, you’re not going to make me walk with her in public, are you?
At my follow up eye appointment I had to discuss with the doctor whether or not I had had a stroke. That’s always fun. The doctor suggested my condition might be Bell’s Palsy. I had disregarded that thought initially because the symptoms weren’t constant. I guess they don’t have to be.
My mom took pity on me and my homemade eye aids and got me a pair of sleep goggles. They are supposed to create a seal to protect your eyes from air and to lock in moisture. Unfortunately I am not a adult-sized human so they are too large to fit inside of my orbital bones, and they gap. They do block out the light nicely.
Both Bell’s Palsy and logopthalmos (sleeping with your eyes open) have to do with damage to a nerve. Out of curiosity I googled whether chiropractics might help Bell’s Palsy, and the answer was yes. The doctor said that Bell’s Palsy usually only lasts a year or two, but if I could shorten that, I would be happy. Happy enough to cry? We’ll see. (Ha ha)
Toby doesn’t care about my eye situation – unless I step on him when they covered. He prefers to concentrate on his “Sexy Parties”. (Note how one of Toby’s may female admirers is giving him a kiss at this get together.)
Toby is the only boy on our walks, and he loves the attention of so many ladies.
More stories about me, and less about your crap!
For more of Geordie and Toby’s stories, pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside, the two boys visit the museum of their dreams and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun!
I’ve been getting a lot of “Third Eye” comments lately too.
Don’t try to kid yourself. You always look like that.
In case you were wondering, “Qap” is Klingon for “The Bee Sting”. Believe it or not, if you go to Google Translate, you can translate words into Klingon.
For an adventure that needs no translation, pick up a copy of Dream Our World. Inside, my two boys go on an adventure of the imagination in the art museum of their dreams.
No one said it was a rational thought, but it’s what I was wondering as I watched a bat the other night.
Let’s call her Edith. Why? ‘Cause she’s such a dingbat!
Don’t forget to pick up a copy of Dream Our World. You will want to brag to friends that you had your copy before the book becomes fabulously famous Inside, Bitey and Toby visit the museum of their dreams and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun!
The Adventures of Bitey Dog 