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  1. Nancy Drew
    11:38 am on September 21st, 2019

    I used to bike all the time. I didn’t even own a car until I was 40. It was easy to bike around my area of Minneapolis. It is how I met Mr.Staff. He had a car and we met in a class called Restaurant Touring at a Community School near me. He offered to drive anyone who wished to go but didn’t have a car. Heh heh heh. Long long ago.

  2. B. Stover
    1:05 pm on September 21st, 2019

    That is interesting Nancy.

    Good afternoon all.

  3. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    6:53 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Cars!…Mister Fire Slippers is allowed to drive???….wheeze!

  4. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    6:55 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Bike!…My friend wants to get a bike…grunt!…Maybe not this year but by next Spring. She could bike to work no problem…chuffle! …Her concerns are rain and hail. But if the weather is bad she could just stay at work reading stuff…heh!…It’s a no-brainer and it’s more exercise…guh!pant!

  5. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    6:58 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Mush!…My friend and I just finished a 3 hour tutorial on how to play Bridge…..wheezzze!….My mind is mush. Hers is in the “grasping it” stage….snuffle!…I’m a poker guy, just ask Beau. He’s cleaned me out plenty of times and yet poker is my game…grunt!puffle!

  6. Ole Doc
    7:40 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Luna has a great poker face. She and Beau often play a few hands while they watch o’er the Thieves in detention. Personally. I never cared for the game. The chips taste more plastic than they do potato. It’s false advertising. The first and last time I played poker, I so was disgusted by the taste I pushed them all in the middle of the table to get rid of them. I ended up winning everyone else’s chips in the process for having the best paw of cards. Winning is in the eye of the beholder.

  7. Beau - The Black Pug
    7:52 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Grump!…Sneeze!…Luna does NOT know how ta play poker an yet she is alwayz da winner…gurgle!

  8. Luna from This Side of the Bridge
    8:51 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Beau: Of course I know how to play poker. You forget, I raised the Thieves! Heh.

  9. dawson
    8:54 pm on September 21st, 2019

    I love my bike! Especially the big comfy seat. It has 2 speeds. The regular speed which is when you are sitting down and the one for hills which is when you are standing up so you can pedal harder. It was given to me to use while I visited Minneapolis by Turtleman Fred’s wife and when we packed up the old homestead it traveled with me up to Canada.

  10. dawson
    9:00 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Ole Doc is making me laugh!

  11. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    9:02 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Dawson!…That is exactly the bike my friend wants!…yes!…I love the big basket on the front…heh!…She tells me stories of a little dawg they had growing up on the farm called, “Buttons”, because of her big round brown eyes…sniff!…Well Buttons just had to go everywhere her kids went, so they put her in the bicycle basket and she was soooo happy!…yelp!chuffle! …I personally would never fit comfortably in a bicycle basket so therefore….Nope!

  12. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    9:05 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Baskets!…Those baskets were real baskets!…heh!…They were woven and deep. So little miss Buttons would sit on her butt with her front paws on the front side of the basket. She could see exactly where her and her kids were going…chuffle!….What a gal!…heh!

  13. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    9:14 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Butt!…With all this experience sitting on her butt she actually started to use it to BEG for food!…snort!….She would beg at the dinner table sitting up on her butt, little paws flapping in the air. Who could resist???…chuffle!…Of course when she didn’t get quite the required calories she thought she should have..she waited upstairs patiently while my friend and family went downstairs to watch TV (where it was cool – no air conditioning back then)…guffle!…Then she jumped up on a kitchen chair and then up on the table to waffle off the remaining chicken or pork chops which had been left to cool…Clap!Clap!Clap!….History in the making!

  14. Ole Doc
    9:44 pm on September 21st, 2019

    That Buttons is a dog after my own stomach.

  15. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    9:52 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Buttons!….A Legend!…heh!heh!…My friend still misses her…sniff!…Buttons didn’t associate with Kats and she never bothered chickens…snort!…But she was the world’s best “mouser”!!…yeeep!….When her and my friend’s dad were out in the hay bales and he would uncover some mice babies or bigger, Buttons transformed into a major mouse killer…gasp!…She hated mice, young or old!…gug!…But when youse live on a farm a really good mouse killer is very very important..Legend Upon Legend!…snuffle!

  16. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    10:00 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Kats!…Buttons put the Kats (which were many) to shame over the Mouse Count…grunt!

    Kitty!Kitty!…My friend would call each morning and all the farm Kats would come out of everywhere (no house Kats!)…to get their half and half mixed with some water….grunt!…And breakfast scraps maybe. Ole Duke, another story altogether, usually got the majority of EVERYTHING….heh!heh!

  17. Ole Doc
    10:27 pm on September 21st, 2019

    For a bucket of half and half, I’d be willing to purr. I wonder if this means I’m part kat. And, here we always suspected Wyatt of being the adopted one.

  18. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    10:34 pm on September 21st, 2019

    Half N’ Half!!…My friend tole me she always went to the grocery store with Mother and put in extra cans of half n’ half in the grocery cart to be able to feed all the kitties….grunt!…Wot was she thinking at the time??? …yeep!

  19. Ole Doc
    12:19 pm on September 22nd, 2019

    Dawson: Are you looking for passengers? What I wouldn’t give to ride in that wee basket on your bike.

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