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.

Update on Gerry Frog Dog

Gerry Frog Dog has been a little under the weather...he'll resume blogging tomorrow and tell you all about it (he didn't take pictures thanks God Dog). In the meantime...here is another picture for ya

Tuesday Sleet, Rain, Pretzels...

MMOB and what happens? The G just slides down the sleeting stairway to heaven? No, to the concrete landing and UMPH! But I held onto the plastic coca-cola bottle I was playing with no 'butter lips' here!

So Ms. Zeta went to chat with Madam Dona, the life advisor. She was so happy when she came home--look I got a nice sourdough pretzel! Yahoo for Madam D!!!

What else happened? Well, Dog-Anon was okay although there were some yappers and flappers tonite and a few low-talkers couldn't understand a grumbling growl they shared. BARK-UP DOGGIES! We may be co-dependent but we can still bark (it works on a lot of the humans anyway).

Biggie let me sleep in the bed this afternoon; no one wanted to play "too cold"--geesh, lightweights. Well, I got my squeeky-ball and a new pepsi can to raise a rukus. I'll let you know if Alpha Dog barks at me tonite.

I'ma little jumpy these days "skittish" is what Ms. Zeta calls me. Not sure what's going on but plastic bags, sudden movements and noises are just freaking me out...I may need to see if Dr. Cerebrum takes canines...

Don't tell Alpha Dog, but Ms. Zeta is still looking for a bride for me--I hear she is narrowing in on one of those German models. That'll be cool since my peeps came from Germany. Can't speak a word but Theta is teaching me spanish so I can relate to Big Daddy Dog and Purrrrry.

Well time to post and then plop. Check ya'll tamale and let you know how the dreams go...G-Frog out

Sunday Beautiful Cornflower Blue and Deers

Ahhh, woke-up to a sunny day in the Garden State. Went out to play with my fave-friend, the empty plastic Coke bottle. What with wind and neighbors G gets plenty of freebies blowin' to the back. Check out the deer, chased 'em down the other nite and nearly gave Ms. Zeta the big coronary...that dame got lungs :)

Ms Zeta made all those egg rolls last night and, BURP, they gone.

Alpha Dog ran to the park with his hoodie on and gloves, yeah he had the muscle-squisher pants on too--came back pantin', sweatin', snortin'. Theta is up (even though I spied him reading in the cribster past 2 am) playing with the Warcrafters 'what is the big deal, man?'. Biggie is still sawin' but fo sho I can count on crumbs from him (lickety, lick...).

Tomorrow goes back to normal for most which means sleep, eat, pee, do-the-doo, stare out window, beg, sleep, pray to God Dog and then Dog-Anon.

Hi, my name is Gerry and I am co-dependent.

Auntie Philly and Auntie Maryland been keepin' busy with Bible study and cuzns back to school. Something about the tongue in the Bible; like the rudder in a ship? Never been in a ship, okay, okay, I did "do the boat" with Alpha; tried to act cool but all four knees were knockin' and tummy rockin' I am an Earth-dog all the way.

The only thing I do with my tongue? Lick whatever comes my way...mostly good, some undetectable and sometimes (spinach, lettuce, tomotoes) yukky. But I don't lie-OKAY, not on purpose but I always rat it out and Ms. Zeta forgives me along with God Dog. TRY IT...

I feel a snore comin on...check you all tomorrow. G-out

Saturday Nite Fever...

Layin around just chillin...Zeta and Biggie are watching Armaggedon for the twenty-seventh time. We love Bruce in this household--he is the acting-man! Speaking of which, man bummed out for the Travolta's losing a son. Makes Ms. Zeta remember Big Daddy and Ms Chi-JoAn herself losing Big Brad 26 years ago.

So sad...prayers to God Dog; glad I went to Church-by-the-Bowl tonite and meditated. St Francis said it best "make me a channel of thy peace". Sometimes you just gotta weep when the peoples weep. So message lite tonite and kiss them two and four-leggeds, extra hugs all around. Grandma's Hands Gotcha...she's at heaven's door prayin' for ya.

God Dog: snorts and hugs to Alpha, Zeta, Biggie, Theta and the whole Familia--lots of love. G

Friday Nite Frog Bluze

I'm pooped. Holidays, schmalidays...glad we are back to day two. Off to a Dog-Anon and then straight to the crate--oops, bed. I need a bath, bone, blankie... Ms. Zeta made lamb with flat bread smells goooood. Alpha is TCBing and Biggie is snoozin'. Theta just out and about in this ice man. Big Daddy Dog called from Colima, Mexico bet it is H.O.T. down there. Harumph, nite fans this is The 

G-out }

R U Ready For Some Football

What could be better on New Year's Day? Football, baby!
Rose Bowl, Cotton Bowl, Tostito Bowl...they got nothin' on Zeta's Blackeyed Peas
and Collards Bowl. Pots simmerin' and Alpha is parked in front of the tube as it
should be.

You think you can take me? Ha, check out my bat ears
man. Between the ears and the frog legs I score everytime (that and Ms. Zeta is
a sucker for a pretty face).

Happy New Year fans and friends...Pastor Bacon is callin
me to the Church-By-The-Bowl. God Dog, remind the h-sapians that 'all dogs do go
to heaven' and to gimme some of those neckbones.

Arffff for a righteous year - GO EAGLES...GO DALLAS...GO
CHARGERS? Nah, go Ravens. Geesh, looks like I owe Bully the Bookie all kinds of
bones man...G