It's been really hot here lately.
In an effort to not run up our air conditioning bill, I've been drawing down the window shades and running fans instead of turning the air conditioner on. When it's under a hundred degrees, the house seems to stay cool enough to not warrant turning the air conditioner on.
But I have a feeling a certain little dog disagrees...
P.S. Thank you for my get well wishes! I'm back in action. :-)
Showing posts with label Chihuahua. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chihuahua. Show all posts
Aug 4, 2009
Jul 7, 2009
¡Ay Chihuahua!!


You've been warned!
A Year Ago: You're Playing Those Mind Games...
Jun 25, 2009
I Have An Alibi!
"Help...me...I...can't...move..."

"I swear to God on my father's life
(even though I never knew my father), that I found him this way.
I never did anything that would cause him paralysis for telling me about my spay surgery. Honest."
(even though I never knew my father), that I found him this way.
I never did anything that would cause him paralysis for telling me about my spay surgery. Honest."

A Year Ago: Them's Fighting Words!
Jun 23, 2009
May 26, 2009
Fishy Tales
Ryan has a fish. It's ugly. Don't tell Ryan I told you this.

Ryan's fish has a temper. He gets really upset and red in the face if you get too close.

Carmela is only a little bit bigger than Ryan's fish. Yet they both think they could kick each other's butts in a fight.

Ryan's fish has a temper. He gets really upset and red in the face if you get too close.

Carmela is only a little bit bigger than Ryan's fish. Yet they both think they could kick each other's butts in a fight.
"I'll fry your up in some batter..." begins Carmela.
"I'll wrap you up in a tortilla..." fantasizes Ryan's fish.
"I'll wrap you up in a tortilla..." fantasizes Ryan's fish.
Mar 2, 2009
Dec 12, 2008
Busted Bruno
Hey, dude...you're busted! No jolly balls in the house. The last time you brought that ball inside, we had an incident with you knocking stuff over. Remember?

"We did? I don't remember."

'Need some help?" asks Carmela.
"Let me handle The Meathead."
"What exactly are you doing to do, little one?" asks Bruno.
"You can't exactly make me do anything!"

"Let me handle The Meathead."
"What exactly are you doing to do, little one?" asks Bruno.
"You can't exactly make me do anything!"

"Oh dear, God!" exclaims Bruno.
" Make her stop!!!!"
" Make her stop!!!!"
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