Happy Easter!

Happy Easter, everybuddy!

 

 

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,"

1 Peter 1:3

 

Where to start?

A load of groceries came in for me to inspect.

 

 

So many bags!  Where to start, where to start?

Let me see...what do we have here...

 

 

Oh!  I see the bread.

Hmmm, cracked wheat instead of whole wheat...I prefer whole wheat...

Hang on...I think I see something...

 

 

We have tortillas!  I need to do a taste test thorough inspection on these...make sure they're ok...you know, fajita size an all.  Wait, mom the boss lady is looking over my shoulder again...

 

What's that?  You don't want me to inspect the tortillas?

 

 

Ok, if you're willing to take the risk...

At least let me clear this bottle of, er,  juice...

 

 

The "Minnie Teef Marks of Approval"

 

hee hee!

Wordless Wednesday



Toesday with Minnie

Yello!

 

It's me, Minnie!

It's been a squillion years since my last Toesday post.
I hope nobuddy missed us.

 

 

My pawsies and I have been laying low...on our best behavior an all...

 

 

::snicker::

 

Did I fool anybuddy?

Would you believe we haven't been causin much trouble?

Hee hee!

 

 

You know, mom has been tryin to get a movie of how we carry on at meal times and especially of Bossy Smidgen, but whenever she has the movie box out, we're on our best behavior, mol!  See,  Wriggley will usually go and hide in another room.  As mom starts putting our food down (we all have our separate areas to eat),  he comes back out.  At first mom thought Wriggley knew when it was close to his turn.  But it turns out, he just knows when Smidgen gets closed in the bathroom goes into her private dining room and it's safe for him to come out, mol!

 

This pic-sher is from yesterday.  Mom is about to give Smidgie her dish and Wriggley is checking to see if the coast is clear.

 

 

Smidgen likes to do nose tappies with Wriggley but mom says that is really rude in his doggy language.  I guess we are having some language issues but mom makes sure she is available to facilitate for us.

 

Speaking of mom...

 

 

My pawsiesa and I are gonna get comfy on her...have a bit of a nap...

 

Hope you are all havin a great Toesday!

Figuring things out

um...hai!

Yeah, it's me...Hollie!

 

 

I think I might be getting the hang of this tunnel thing.

 

Still...

 

ho-hum

 

...shouldn't there be something more to it than this?

Easy Sunday at last!

I had quite the week so I'm enjoying a well earned Easy Sunday.

 

 

Last week on Monday, I had to go to the v-e-t!  I suppose I need to practice my PTU escape drills more...but then it proly didn't help much that the day before Wriggley tried to eat my head.  Thankfully mom was right there to make him spit me out.  I had a bit of a bloody nose and a fat lip but I was acting ok and still wanted to eat, so mom didn't take me to an emergency place and we just went to our regular Doc on Monday.

 

The Doc checked my face and nothing was broken.  I got a poked with some anti-biotics plus I got some pain pills to take home .  Mom had them test my bloods again since we were there.  We haven't heard the results yet.  Keep your paws crossed that my blood has smaller buns this time. (Who knew blood had buns?)

 

Mom has been in my face every day with the flashy box since.

 

 

You can see my left cheek was a little puffy.  Now I'm about back to normal.

 

This is me this morning.

 

My new nickname seems to be scarface tho...  ::sigh::

 

Mom says I'm bossy with Wriggley and I ask for it.  I suppose I do get in his face...but I didn't think that was what I was meowin at him at the time.  Mom also says I should learn my lesson, cause, yeah...even now I'm still bossy and in his face.

 

Well, I'm gonna get back to my Easy Sunday and maybe I'll think about that.

 

ZZZZzzzzz...

 

Maybe...

Have a good one, everybuddy!

Why hide it?

::whisper whisper whisper::

 

If you were to think by these pictures that Froggy and I were plotting something...

Like, say, I don't know...maybe how to whip our mom into shape and help us blog more...

 

"Ribbit!"

"Good one, Froggy!"

 

You'd be right!

 

"What?"

 

Why hide it, I say?