With the help of the ever wonderful Mike and Marion, as well as the District of North Vancouver Animal Shelter, we got 7 border collies to safety after they (and 23 of their relatives) were seized from a gentleman who was inclined to collect the little darlings in his house. The nice thing about these guys is that despite all they’ve been through, they really like people and want to belong to someone. Once they have been cleansed of the little critters and relieved of their reproductive organs Sky, Lady, Alex and Maria will be ready for forever homes of their own.
You can also go the District of North Van shelter to meet Orbit, Malcom and Stubby.
We have also been bidding adieu to Auntie Jackie, who is returning to China this week for an extended period, so we’ve been hanging out with Parker and Harriet whenever possible.
Bye bye.
SHE SAID BYE BYE!!! Shoo, camera lady.
Tempus the borderjack
The Face of An Angel
The Personality of Satan
Anyway, I have been so busy there has been no time for blogging. That, however, was forced to change recently. You see, on Saturday my co-worker Mr. Pickles gifted (???) me with what can only be described as a truly unreasonable number of boxes of Peeps ™. If you have been looking for Peeps ™, and cannot find any, it’s because THEY ARE ALL IN MY HOUSE.
You are familiar with Peeps ™, yes? They are completely disgusting marshmallow ducks dipped in sugar. I can’t even say the word out loud, because one of my teeth falls out every time I do. I have been pondering the significance of this gift and have decided that there can only be one explanation – Mr. Pickles is trying to kill me, so he can run away with Mr. Woo.
These Peeps(tm) are very entertaining photo props.
Though Piper would disagree.
Peep Army
Peep Humiliation causes …
…Peep Depression
The King of Peeps
on the advice of his closest adviser
sacrifices a member of his own troops.
Oddly (because what other kind of pet would I have, rather than an odd one)
The cat thinks Peeps are DE-LISH
Please don’t be jealous. I know you all wish you too were single, had more dogs than sense, and a NEVER ENDING SUPPLY OF F*CKING PEEPS with which to amuse yourself on long weekends.
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