#mr snippy

[pineapplesquash]

Every so often I find myself coming back to their design again, even after this long

I don’t think I ever stopped wishing I had smth 2 put them into, as niche as their vibes are LMAO

[weepingfoxfury]

Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday ...

It's raining, it's pouring, and there are so many old men snoring that Mr Snippy has declared today a duvet day!

(sigh)

How I wish I could join him in his totally committed to it, full on blep, sleepy doggy way. Mind you ... I've tried doing the doggy blep thing ... (shakes head) ... and, I have to say, I'm not feeling it. Your tongue gets dried out ... it makes your mouth ache ... and you end up with a strange almost metallic taste.

I confess that, like many people, once I can see there's a blep going on, there's that irresistible urge to tweak it. There it is, all dried out, just sticking out and it's akin to seeing a red button with a sign that says 'Do Not Push.'

I also confess to having tried out other doggy favourites. I've tried chewing a cardboard tube (bleuch!) ... dragging my belly across the carpet (ouch!) ... lying on the bed with my head hanging over the side of it (eek! cricked neck!)

However ... I draw the line at huffing my butt across carpet, concrete, or any other surface that just seems to take the fancy! I mean ... what the hell!?! One dog I had regularly used to turn circles on his butt on the patio and smiled as he did it. Another dog I had used to like doing the same on gravel. Hats off to all in the doggy world ... after all ... if you like it, you like it ... but, much like all the badges I failed to get whilst in the Girl Guides, this is yet another badge that won't be adorning my sleeve any time soon. ;-D

Ach well ... the shiny metropolis calls ... so I'd best start building a bigger boat and put on some wellies. And, for those of you that are wondering in the slightest ... nope ... I still don't have a raincoat! ;-D ...

[doctorbethanysartblog]

It’s a snip

[weepingfoxfury]

The radio plays on and we're heading Out Of Africa. The Scuttlers have already been and stolen the airwaves at least once this morning, leaving nothing but the Flivivites to rampage through, hissing and popping until order was restored and the band played on. Weatherwise there's glimpses of sunshine but it is seriously cooooold out there. At least it's not raining! So woo hoo for that! I don't care what the traffic is doing ... it's far off in the distance and I don't have to join the melee today.

Not many apples this year, the weather Gods have smited their number and any that have grown are waaaaay up where I can't reach them. Gravity brought these ones to me, so 'Cheers!' gravity, I thank you kindly. Weird to have an Ireland that doesn't have the usual plethora of apple buckets lining the roads all saying 'Free', Help Yourself.'

The mice are busy making themselves at home. Grrrrrr! Brazen as you like. Even with two cats in the house and the canines, these critters truly don't give a shit. Loft Cat is a real thunder paws and lays siege at every turn. Captain Blackbeard couldn't give a crap. I'm old, he says ... 12 and counting ... and very much less than inclined to 'make friends' with the mice. Mr Snippy did give it a go the other night ... valiantly threw himself across the floor after one particularly 'run the gauntlet' kind of mouse decided to go the full length of the kitchen floor. However ... end result was Mr Snippy sliding, tumbling and going through a bout of sneezing ... whilst Mr Mousey disappeared once more up the curtain. Pretty sure he blew a raspberry at Mr Snippy once he'd reached the counter.

Friday, Friday, Friday ... time for breakfast and another mug of coffee ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is on good Thursday form and busy chatting with a guest about traditional Irish music ... there's a whole lot of violin, accordion and harmonica going on. Weatherwise, someone stole the landscape ... foggy and misty with the trees dripping their way through the morning. The traffic lady seems to be saying 'If you don't like traffic jams, just don't go out there!'

Today’s groaner: Which insect is hard to understand? … A mumble-bee ;-D badoom tish … here all week!!

This hooman is hallucinating a wee bit after just 2 hours sleep … I'm beginning to think there are bluebirds in my coffee cup. Some dude is now on the radio singing about the fact that it's still a rainy night in Georgia. Feeling pretty disjointed so heading through one of the garden portals that the lost postman has kindly put up signposts for ... fingers crossed the one I head through lands in slumberland.

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday and I'm about to hit the horizontal ... Mr Snippy has already beaten me to it with his ever cuddled, ever present pillow ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is still absent from his perch ... so the stand in man on the radio is the gentleman who has trouble with which buttons to press ... makes for entertaining Monday morning mayhem. Weatherwise there's a whole load of canines and felines coming down out there and 'the umbrella' is very much in demand. The traffic lady says there's animals loose on the road again ... no specification as to what kind, but obviously the sort that can find their way out of a field.

Today's groaner: Why don't owls date in the rain? ... Because it's too wet to woo ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Mr Snippy and the rest of the Hairy Horde have taken a real liking to their new doggy beds. Although, Mr Snippy can't quite let go of part of his old bed ... he apparently needs to be able to clutch his cushion in order to have the sweetest of dreams while blepping.

Much as it was fun, gone are the days of spare sofa cushions and old duvets being dragged around the floor. Mr Snippy is the best at rearranging soft furnishings in such a way that there's optimum blockage of things in the kitchen ... especially the fridge ... and even better when assisted by his all too willing accomplice, Betty. After all, who needs to get into the fridge? The motto is 'none shall pass' ... unless of course the hooman who wants to get into the fridge is doing so because they need to get sausages out to bestow upon the fridge blocker.

The new beds do not allow for such shenanigans ... so perhaps Mr Snippy is dreaming up ways that he can use his new bed in order to gain sausage supplies. :-)

A reasonable night for Biggest Dog and myself, about 5 hours of sleep before she began pacing ... so, with the right amount of coffee and keep telling myself 'I can do this', then we should just about make it through the day.

Monday, Monday, Monday and there's rain aplenty ...

[weepingfoxfury]

"Nom nom nom ... tasty treat! ... huh? ... what was that? ... definitely heard something! ... this is my treat! Nobody else touch it!" ...

[pineapplesquash]

Haven't posted in a Long While(tm), but wrangling college aside today I learnt Snippy somehow ended up on pinterest LMAOOO