Well...The Curious Case of Gerry The Frog Dog

The Curious Case of Gerry The Frog Dog - Part I

Where have I been? Spelunking around…not really spelunking as that requires rope and harnesses and such and Alpha Dog won’t allow it. We do have a nice, big murky pond in the back that would be perfect…then again, Alpha would most likely be the one fishing me out of that pond full of slimy, green goose poo and micro-worms…but I digress.

So caught a little flu bug and baptized the new Moroccan silk rug fresh in from the port. I also made a mess in the family room. I am usually one big guilt blob when I do that, but since joining Dog-Anon I know that barf happens, man! Let it go…oops, I did. J

Check out the photos…does it appear that I am looking younger? I loped into the bathroom and saw my reflection; well, being a dog I wasn’t sure what I was looking at but it sure did look like a fun puppy. So, being a dog I did what dogs do and lurched to nip and lick the puppy. Ms. Zeta was none to happy, snot and spit on the newly cleaned mirrors—hey, not my fault they put a puppy in the mirror. I wonder how much he is????

Ms. Zeta read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s short story, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I don’t know she vexed me with the reversey malokya and here I am full of vim and vigor. No worries though, my regression can be stopped with a little “contra malokya”. Wha? I am practicing my Italian here…I watch the tv. Oh, yeah to undo the curse, uh, I need all my fans and readers to send Blue Buffalo Bone Treats to the following address…5 Ma….whoa! Biggie came by and caught me. (Email me, will ya?).

We had a snowstorm, storm of the century…no, of the month…of the day…well, look, it wasn’t really a storm. Ms. Zeta had a little freak-out at how people start nesting, buying up all the eggs, milk, and bread. My two cents? French toast sounds good and I’ll own up to the hype if it nets me some food. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow (I am in the Bowl Choir you know)—baritone.

Well I am back to standard from the flu and must go to the Church-By-The-Bowl today. I need a chat with God Dog. Perhaps He can straighten out this sudden change in my appearance. I am chatty today since I haven’t barked with you all for four days—that is a record for my loquacious flappers. Lest you think I am a Snob Dog, I’m not. Its just that my cuzns check me out and I need to set a positive example by using big words so they’ll do well in school, go to college, become rich and adopt me (or at least find me a growlfriend).

So happy dictionarying and check you all out later, nap time. Peace G-out.