Archive for March, 2011
March 31st, 2011 Posted 8:16 am
Bernie’s pretty excited. “Baseball’s back!”
Love baseball myself. I have two at the moment. One’s buried under the middle tree out front. The other – what’s left of it – is out on the patio, behind the swan fountain. The insides of a baseball are so interesting! I’ve proved that to myself many times and just might dig up that ball this morning and prove it again. Why not?
Bernie picks up the phone. “Should we plunk down a little wager on the World Series, Chet?” Wager: please no. We don’t do too well with wagers, and our finances are a mess. The Hawaiian pants, the tin futures – and what didn’t happen at the end of The Dog Who Knew Too Much!
” … a grand,” Bernie is saying. “Phillies over the Red Sox.” He hangs up, gives me a big smile. “I’m feeling it, big guy,” he says. Oh, Bernie.
Welcome two dudes from South Carolina, Sammi. Paddy and Rocky: please try reloading.
Quacky Baseball blog tour continues with artist Frank Morrison:
March 30th, 2011 Posted 9:23 am
Things happened fast after that. The mule trotted off, clumsy but surprisingly speedy, banging into the side of the cliff on his way and splitting the big duffel bag. Out popped the package of hot dogs – Hebrew Nationals, the exact same kind Bernie and I bought, with the red packaging. The exact same kind, which happened to be the tastiest hot dogs out there – Bernie and I had tried them all. Just when you think life can’t get any better, it does! The next thing I knew I’d snapped up that red package, practically before it even landed. I could taste the hot dogs through this tiny hole my teeth must have made by mistake, but I didn’t take advantage of that to scarf them up. Somehow – hard to explain why, and it wasn’t even like me – I knew that would be bad, and if not actually bad then not good either. Anyway, far too much to think about. I hurried over to Bernie. By that time, he had the shotgun and everything was under control. That’s how we do things at the Little Detective Agency.
The Dog Who Knew Too Much: September 6, 2011.
Quacky Baseball blog tour continues:
March 29th, 2011 Posted 8:37 am
Bernie switched on the bedside light, a dim brownish light that left the corners of the room in shadow, even though it was a pretty small room. He tried the overhead light; it didn’t work. I sniffed around. There’d been a man and a woman in here, but not recently, and they’d had a burger or two. Other than that, nothing of note. Then I spotted a strange picture on the wall, a picture of a bull and a dude dressed up in a glittery costume. The dude held a sword and seemed to be about to stab the bull with it. Could that be? I tried to look away but couldn’t, at least not for long. Has that ever happened to you? Meanwhile Bernie was unpacking, pouring water in my bowl, brushing his teeth. Those little teeth humans had – they brushed them every day for some reason. Mine are big but only get brushed when Janie’s Pet Grooming Service – We Pick Up and Deliver comes to visit. So: the smaller the teeth the more you need to brush them? Was that it?
Quacky Baseball blog tour continues:
March 28th, 2011 Posted 9:00 am
“Real busy,” says Admin. “Health plan renewal time. Those new rates! Don’t get me started. Plus Spence has to touch base with a few people to get the Snowhook thing coordinated on the New York end.”
Is this about Alaska? Don’t know where that is, but Bernie wants to go real bad. I wonder if … and then just like that I forget whatever I was wondering about. Does that ever happen to you?
Also: Quacky Baseball weeklong blog tour starts today at the wonderful blog onbeyondwordsandpictures: