The Dog With A Thousand Faces

And all of them look exactly like this:

Get. Your. Camera. OUTTAMYFACE.
Or I’ll tear out your heart and shove up your nostrils.

Okay, that’s so not fair of me. Sometimes he looks like this:

diediediediediediediediedie.

Poor Tempus the borderjack thinks he is so misunderstood. But we understand him just fine – he is Satanic.

As your Master, I summon thee. Now, kill these humans. ALL these humans.

And it’s not like his sister, Rogue, is much better – even though she isn’t a borderjack. We think. Or rather, we don’t think. Well, to be honest, we aren’t really sure WHAT the heck Rogue is. She has this in common with His Wootieness.

I am MISTER(y) WOO. Please refrain from speculation. Thx.

What the heck is Rogue Poguey, AKA, The Angry Coho?

Huwo. You can’t peg me. Nope.

Rogue is silvery-blue and white, and squeaked in at just 16″ when measured for agility. She is Evil in Training, but lacks the psychotic qualities of her deeply disturbed borderjack sibling.

Also, she is weird.

Any ideas?

As long as it doesn’t involve swimming, I don’t care what you call me. This liquid is GWOSS!

I’m a booteeful and imperious pwincess. Don’t forget that. Or I’ll bite you.

Yesterday we tried a new swimmin’ hole, called Buntzen Lake. Fiona said it was “an adventure,” but I think she just wanted us to go somewhere with water that wouldn’t make Toby smell like the mouldy old socks of a long dead man.

It was quite lovely at the lake, very picturesque, and – HEY! GET OUT OF THE SHOT, TWEED!

But I’m so good lookin’ :(

From what glimpses of it I could catch, that is. Oh hai, Piper. Yes, I see you.

I said YES, Piper, I DO see you! Jeez!

Well fantastic, you’re not blind after all. What good news. Maybe you could see yourself throwing this ball for me then.

Food Lady = slave to a trio of canine whims (Mr. Woo’s whim is to sit around doing nothing at all)

Today, the kittens are the vet getting themselves spayed, while their mama, El Gato Negro, roams my condo calling for her little lost children. It kind of breaks your heart. Also your eardrums.

The brown tabby has a home. The black and white whiskerface is meeting what I hope will be her new home on Saturday!

This leaves only EGN and her reign of terror over my poor dogs.

She is a nice cat in her own right, but foldy ears or not, nobody seems to want her :( Black cats get a bum rap.

But why?

Never mind Toby.

But WHY?!?!

Toby shut up. Don’t make me summon the Lazy Orange Basketball from its leafy hiding place.

Did someone summon me?

You know when I do that, Piper goes into strange twisty fits.
^^weird.

In other news, Tess the pregnant BC that we flew here a few weeks ago was recently x-rayed and appears to be carrying 8 little bundles of fuzzylump cuteness for us, due sometime in the begining of September. Fingers crossed that all goes well!

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