Success!...sort of...

After a stealthy approach to the castle Wallace & C-spy were within yards of the castle target. However, there was a moat surrounding the castle much to their dismay! Neither Wallace nor C-spy could swim, and both forgot to pack their water wings.

Wallace decided to convince a duck to let them "hitch" a ride:

This proposition was not met with much enthusiasm.

(if you look carefully you can see Wallace nearly getting trampled by webbed feet!)

Luckily, it did not take much persuasion to find a participant willing to help Wallace and C-spy cross the moat.

Storming the Castle.

After an unsuccessful trip to Piccadilly Circus Wallace and C-spy were back to square one. Knowing my parents' susceptibility for being kidnapped by pirates, C-spy thought that they should start searching nearby castles for mom & dad-2b. The dynamic duo had to approach the castle very carefully as it was guarded 24/7 by a land monster.

A few pictures of Wallace being inconspicuous:

It's a circus out there!

After satisfying his appetite Wallace resumed his hunt for my parents. He decided to travel to Piccadilly Circus because mom is a veterinarian and he thought that he would have some luck if he went to a place that has animals. Wallace had quite a surprise when he discovered that Piccadilly circus isn't actually a circus but a large area of neon lights!
Wallace and C-spy waddled around calling out my parents' names. Unfortunately their cries were stifled by the sounds of London taxis and the general hustle and bustle of the great city. Sadly, their quest on this day was cut short by Wallace's "call of nature" (ed. That's what you get for eating an ENTIRE plate of fish 'n chips!). Thus, in royal fashion Wallace paid a visit to the throne:

Jolly good, mate.

Hello again loyal reader(s)...I apologize in advance but I need to make this post quick - my computer access has been taken away since I was caught for peeing on the couch...


Anyway, Wallace and C-spy decided to go to England as they knew my parents have some good friends there. Wallace asked some friendly people if they had seen my parents.

The little statuesque fellow and the Beefeater Paddington bear had both seen my parents earlier in the day and thought they overheard some talk about getting dinner. Almost immediately Wallace thought, "dinner? what a fabulous idea!" and ended up getting a little sidetracked to say the least. The very least.

Lost eh!?

Wallace & Cinna-spy (C-spy hereinafter) had absolutely no idea where to search for mom and dad 2b. Wallace, being the intelligent Red Sox mascot that he is, recalled that mom is Canadian* on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and every other Saturday. Given this information he decided to consult a Canadian goose to get some idea as to where they may have gone. The goose was almost incomprehensible as he added "eh" to every other word; plus he had a mouthful of birdseed!

Wallace ended up with some good ideas as to where to find mom and dad 2b even though the goose seemed more interested in eating than helping Wallace.

*my mom is both Canadian and American, eh.

Lost and not found.

While my *sigh* brother Riley and I were being spoiled at Nana & Pops' house, the job of looking after my parents was entrusted to Wallace and Cinna-spy. Well apparently while I was resting in the lap of luxury, my parents gave their guardians the "slip" when they failed to return home after work last Friday. This initiated a worldwide "parent hunt" led by the sleuthing team of Wallace and Cinna-spy. Stay tuned.

Very special woof out.

A very special BIRTHDAY woof out to my Nana B! She kindly lets me sleep IN the bed when I sleep over with my *sigh* brother Riley. Plus she lets me lick the dinner, breakfast and lunch plates clean. And, she even feeds me my kibble right out of her hand! Nana may your day be filled with chihueagle kisses and cuddles. By the way, the picture shown is of the birthday toy that dad 2b bought me for my birthday a couple of years ago. If you squeeze the "cake" it plays "Happy Birthday" plus the plush toy looks an awful lot like me; if I were plush and stuffed full from eating too many dog biscuits.

oops! they did it again...

Hello again loyal reader(s)!


Again, I am very sorry that I have not been updating my blog but we (myself and my *sigh* brother Riley) have been having so much fun at Nana & Pops' house that I haven't had the energy or time to blog.


I made a special effort to write today because I just found out from my dear friends Wallace and Cinna-spy that my beloved parents have managed to get lost...again...luckily Wallace & Cinna-spy are hot on their tracks. More on this in blogs to come.


p.s. Wallace and Cinna-Spy were featured in the blogs about my parents being kidnapped by the dread pirate cat. To view a picture of them check the blog titled "the search for Cinna-spy"

Woof out.

My loyal readers, I apologize that it has been a few days since my last blog. My mom and dad 2b have left me again. This time I am with Nana and Pops, yay! However, I have been kept so busy with them that I haven't had the time to write. I promise I will write soon. woof.

The "Finger Family" lineage part I

Being an adored chihueagle it goes without saying that I have many important beings in my life. You already know about my mom and dad 2b, my housemate Kiwi the white kitty and *sigh* my brother Riley. I thought I would take some time to introduce you to some of my other friends. Today I wish to introduce you to Fingerspy (shown above). Those big blue googly eyes first "saw the light" in the year 2000 in California where he was raised on granola and hemp products. One day, a family friend whisked him away from his crunchy granola life and brought him out to New England. Fingerspy told me that it didn't take him long to get used to Beantown, especially since he kept on an intravenous drip of Harpoon for several years. Besides being a big fan of Harpoon beer, Fingerspy is a big fan of travelling - he has been seen jetting across the globe to such exotic places as Jamaica Plain, Ireland, Mexico and Italy.

You never know where he'll show up next...

Not as tasty as a poopsicle.

After my big snow day the weather warmed up a bit to turn my "hood" into a bit of an icy wonderland. Pictured above is a nice family of icicles just hangin' out - personally I think they're a chain gang. I tried to lick the icicles to see if they were as yummy as a poopsicle but sadly they paled in comparison to a juicy poopsicle. Below are a few other pictures from the day.

Snow day!!!

Yesterday I had a snow day!! Yay! About 8pm on Sunday night Dr. SH called my mom and told her that I didn't have to go into work on Monday because there was a major "Nor'easter" expected overnight. This storm was expected to dump up to a foot of snow and create utter chaos with the morning commute. The last Nor'easter we had created a great deal of havoc on the roads so it was just a better choice to close the clinic. I personally think that Dr. SH did not want me getting hurt on my commute to work. I also think that she wanted me to catch up on my nap tim....zzzzz.....

addendum: A special woof out to N.C. who got engaged over the holidays! Maybe her dogs will be a part of her ceremony like Riley and I will be.

mmm...poopsicles!

Now that the tale of my parents' adventures in St. John is over I will revert back to discussing important topics in my life as a dog interspersed with tidbits from my parents' life and random blather and woof-outs. My original intention for today's blog was to discuss my suggestions of ice sculptures for the upcoming wedding. My mom assures me that she has absolutely NO intention of having an ice sculpture at her wedding, but I thought I could persuade her to change her mind if I found the right one; perhaps in the shape of a cute dog much like myself. So, while doing internet research on ice sculptures I came across the image that I have featured above for a product called Poop Freeze. I guess just a little spray with this product and you can turn any "steamer" into an instant "poopsicle"...this made me very excited cause my mom and dad 2b know how much I love steamers! and poopsicles! and kitty poop! Oh my! Mmmm...
To read more on the wonder product "poop freeze" click here.

In a flash....they were gone.

...and they waited...and they waited. Until, one December evening, the "green flash" occurred. About an hour before this picture it looked like conditions would be ideal for the flash. In anticipation my dad 2b put two drops of the magic concoction into the dread pirate cat's dinner. The picture above was taken about an hour later - click on picture to enlarge and see the beginnings of the green flash of the sun. The picture was taken moments before the actual flash. To read more on the phenomenon of the green flash click here. To view a REALLY cool video of the green flash occurring by the Golden gate bridge click here. Now back to the blog...please note that if my mom stayed around to take the next shot my parents would not have had time to escape the dread pirate cat. In fact, right after this picture was taken my parents took advantage of the pirate cat's drunken stupor and ran away into the night...and into their freedom.

So long! Dread pirate cat! meow.

Sunrise/sunset.

(Continued from previous entry)...and they waited....

They saw some beautiful sunsets...but no "green flash"...

Freedom tail. Part II

The pirate pug was very knowledgeable and very helpful with creating a plan to escape the dread pirate cat. He told my parents to formulate a secret potion made with the nectar of the "cotton candy" flower (shown above) ...and the crushed flesh of the fungus-amongus plant...

and the feces of the stretching long-legged bird...

topped off with 3 prickly things from the phallic cactus plant.

Once these ingredients were formulated into the potion only two drops were needed to stun the dread pirate cat for 30 minutes. The one caveat was that the potion only worked during the night of the "green flash." So, in the still of the night, my parents mixed up the exotic concoction and they waited...

Freedom tail.

After several days of servitude to the dread pirate cat, my parents decided that it was time to think of an escape plan. Unknown to the pirate cat, the very container that held the treasure "Cinna-spy" also contained a note with how to summon the all knowing, (not-so) dread ex-pirate pug. All they had to do was to rub together two dog bones (or reasonable facsimile) and think really hard about a juicy T-bone steak. After a few minutes, and much salivation,(remember my parents hadn't eaten much)... POOF! the ex-pirate pug appeared to help my parents plan their escape.

The search for Cinna-spy

After searching high and low my parents were unable to find Cinna-spy in the depths of the Caribbean waters. They decided to turn their search to Terra firma, that is to say they decided to search the land. Luckily they were able to enlist the help of "Wallace" the Red Sox mascot who happened to be catching some rays on a coconut shell on a nearby beach.


Wallace offered the use of his GPS machine to help my parents find Cinna-spy using global positioning coordinates. Below is the historical "unveiling" of Cinna-spy:





p.s. a small "woof" out to my beloved (THE) Ohio State Buckeyes who were sadly defeated by the Louisiana State tigers in the BCS championship game last night. Maybe next year buckeyes! woof.

Arrrgh! Did someone say treasure! (STJ part V)

After having his/her fill of food, the dread pirate cat decided to send my parents on another adventure to seek buried treasure in the Caribbean. The treasure - to find the googly eyed member of the "fingerspy" family - the google eyed "Cinna Spy."

At first my parents decided to search for the googly friend in the water:

Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub(s)

After providing the dread pirate cat with an abundance of fish the cat belched, then yawned and exclaimed that he/she was not entirely full. The cat stated that he/she had eaten enough fish and wanted something a little more exotic. My parents had 2 hours to collect a variety of island fare while the cat napped. If the dread pirate cat was not impressed by what they gathered there would be h*ll to pay. At first my parents thought that the pirate cat might be impressed with some turtle soup; but the turtle was a much better swimmer than the "hares" (my parents) so he got away unscathed.

My parents then decided to search the land for some grub and here is what they found:

(again, click on each image to enlarge)

Fish Friday. (STJ part III)

While imprisoned by the dread pirate cat my parents were forced into indentured servitude. His/her first demand was that they provide him/her with food; and being a cat, his/her first request was fish. The pirate cat was not specific on what kind of fish he/she desired so mom and dad 2b provided a variety, hoping that something would please the palate of the cantankerous kitty. (you can click on each image to get a larger image)