Friday, December 31, 2010

Gracie's First Christmas: A True Story, by Buster





Buster here--on the cusp of the little one's first New Year. Ain't she cute? Christmas kinda left her transfixed!



On Christmas Eve, Bailey and Gracie donned their elfin long-johns and settled in for a long Winter's nap.


Visions of sugarplums--or worse (chipmunks?)!



Despite the rotten state of the global economy, Santa made it south from the rapidly-depleting ice-shelf, and he was generous.




Bailey and Gracie shared lots of girl-talk (a language that I cannot comprehend!) and generally bounced around like lunatics.

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The kid certainly knows how to strut her stuff!



She donned the white whiskers of a Subordinate Claus!


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The Blizzard commenced...slowly at first...and much mayhem ensued.



I, Buster the Senior Snowbeast, assumed my customary Mastodon Wannabe posture.


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And the white stuff came!

More to report soon,

Your buddy,

Buster


Friday, December 24, 2010

Dancing with the Kerries--and Christmas!







Blog Buddies-- It's your friend Gracie back again. I've been here with Buster and Bailey for four and a half months now, and I've NEVER seen anything like this! This big tree just kinda plopped itself in the corner of the living room, and there's stuff glowing... The folks are talking in whispers, and Uncle Buster keeps giving me that "Kid, you'll see!" look. Ms. Bailey is running around half-crazed.




Mom has dressed me up in this silly elf-collar...what's an "elf?" ... Ms. Bailey is decked out in red, sporting her prominent gray beard.
Keeps blathering about "subordinate clauses." I really think she has a dangling participle somewhere.




Monsieur l'Ecureuil lunatique keeps diving into the bird-feeder, performing acrobatics. Uncle Buster says that the passing of the Winter Solstice (what's that?) makes people and animals downright weird.




I occupy myself by chewing on my favorite stick in the back yard. Then Ms. Bailey says, "So you think you can dance?"



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I think I can!

Meanwhile, Wendy Woodpecker is creating all kinds of commotion outside, and the humans keep whispering about "sandy claws." I promised them I'd stop digging up the septic tank!


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Uncle Buster just grins and and looks at me in his avuncular fashion. As if to say that HE knows something that I don't!




I'll let you know what happens! I think it's one of those April-Fool things, but in December.

Buster keeps muttering, "Lucia's back! Lucia's back!" The dog is obviously twitterpated (that's a Bailey word...I'm not sure what it means, but it seems to fit).

More later,

Your friend,

Gracie






Sunday, December 19, 2010

My Magic Blue Kerry Keltic Swirly Thing--by Gracie



Okay, folks--Here it is !!! The most sacred object in all Kerrydom! The object of my personal affection, the quintessence of all that is magical in those misty, ancestral isles which nurtured my breed.



You say it looks, well, "unimpressive?" With the appropriate Druidic incantations and the application of sharp, canine incisors, this object will transport one into realms undreamt! My humans call it, "the Magic Blue Kerry Keltic Swirly Thing."

Observe!


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Ah, Bliss !


I have communed with the spirits of my Ancestors. The Tuatha Dé Danann are among us, and Sulis, the Mother-Goddess and Arch-Kerry gives her blessing to my pack! Life is good.

Nollaig faoi shéan is faoi shonas duit,


Gracie

The Arch-Puppy




Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Team Cerberus Prepares for the Irish Barroom Brawl World Cup

Gracie here. Uncle Buster and Ms. Bailey have given me the honor of admission to this year's team as we enter the coveted IBBWC competition. We shall represent the People's Republic of Southern Central Connecticut, Irish Brigade!



Rigorous training is necessary. Uncle Buster tells me that a World-Class Irish Barroom Brawler must push the edge of Chaos. It is essential to convince one's opponent that it is definitely not in his interest to enter the ring.

Here's our first practice in the Simulated Barroom in the basement:


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I'm working on my Chaos-inducing techniques. Do you think I have what it takes?

Your friend,


Gracie

Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Eight-fold Path to Mastery: the Zen of Chewing -- by Gracie

Uncle Buster, the Master of Wilson-Consciousness, has succeeded in training me to be "in the moment." This stage of my training requires complete concentration on the Yellow Orb.



First, there is the preparation--of both Orb and Chewer. Perfection cannot be achieved unless adequate attention is devoted to this first, important step!



The appropriate incantations must be uttered, and Oneness achieved with the Spirit of the Orb.



Then the exercise begins!


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Uncle Buster tells me that it is critical to commence gently, inviting the Spirit of the Orb to participate in the meditation. Almost like a puppy playing with a tennis ball...


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Then the Transformation begins. The Gods of Mastication are invited into the ashram, and a state of total Orb-Mindedness is achieved!

Impressive, huh?

Uncle Buster has promised me that the next part of my training will include the art of expelling Squirrel-Demons from the Bird-Shrine! I am looking forward to it.

Your faithful correspondent,

Gracie
Zen Novice



Wednesday, December 8, 2010

My Unexpected Discovery -- by Buster

Last night, I went for my usual walk with my male human servant. Guess what I found?


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I thought this was so cool! I desperately wanted to autograph the sled so that everyone would know it's mine, but my ill-mannered manservant restrained me.


Next time...just wait!


Your buddy,


Buster