Goose Report

Hey, Foie-Gras fans!

Your friend Buster, here,

with an update on

MY GOOSE BUDDIES!

The little guys are getting

MUCH BIGGER...

They're gangly and awkward,

and they're very much into

SOCIAL NETWORKING!

Mom takes them out individually

and provides the very best

goose-step lessons.

They march together like the Prussian Army!

Here's the whole thing in action:

Pretty cool, huh?

Your friend and keen observer of

Ornithological wonders,

Buster

My Fuzzy-Critter Friends--by Buster

Guess what just came to a store near me?

You guessed it--the fabled Goosapedic, Sleep-Number Bed!

Guaranteed to provide your goslings with the very best
in high-quality, deep-REM sleep!

Of course, there are a few problems to be overcome
when you visit the Goosapedic Showroom
nearest your house...

Specifically, the Security Guards!

This was the first thing I saw that indicated
a potential problem...


And this was the last!

Anyway, my adventures will continue.

Next time:

Non-aggressive, napping mergansers,
doing what every boy-child does
when the ladies are out doing all the work
supervising far-too-many kids.

TTFN,

Buster

Irrational Exuberance: Delirium Gracilorum

Gracie vs. Buster in "BusterBall Smackdown"

Friends, it's Buster, the All-Time, World-Cup Champion of the Fabled Sport of BusterBall, here to announce that a Challenge has been issued and I must respond!

Gently.

Discretely.

With Compassion.

I must take pains not to humiliate!



She really has no clue what she's up against...

Gentleman that I am, I shall give her a trial run:





Now, that was interesting!

Okay, I'll show her my stuff...





Good Heavens, DID YOU SEE HER? Where'd she come from?
Area 51?

Did you see those defensive moves?

The girl's a BusterBall Machine !

Should I retire my jersey? Sell insurance and coach?

Oh, the Humiliation!

You're deflated correspondent,

Buster

The Sort-of Wonder Dawg

Happier then a pig in s†¥¨˚¬t --a statement by Grrrracie the Great

My humomm sez, "You're lucky you're cute!"
....now why would she say that? I already know I'm "cute".
I was a good girl and I showed her how to decorate those bricks at least 4 times today!
She just didn't appreciate my feng shui.....

grrrracie the grrreat!

pee ess....today Ms. Gracie got a bath <---wonder how long that clean kinda feeling will last!

Penguin Love: The Tragic Case of Gracie, the Formerly Normal Puppy -- by Buster

It happened so suddenly...

No one could have suspected or imagined.

She was a happy, quite ordinary, crater-digging, squirrel-chasing, garden-stomping terrier.

Then she met HIM.

And everything changed.

Behold, the tragedy:




If anyone out there can offer advice...if anyone can assist in retrieving our poor, besotted Gracie...I beg of you, tell me what to do!

Your anxious correspondent,

Buster

My Penguin, My Love--by Gracie

I. l'Adoration du pingouin

II. l'Extase

III. l'Empathie profonde

IV. la Rapture

Meilleurs souhaits,

Votre ami,

Gracie

Gracie's Schtick

I. The Preparation of the Schtick

II. The Entry of the Schtick into the Jaws of Death

III. The Zen of Gnaw

IV. The Contemplation of the Schtick

V. Destruction

VI. Clean-up

VII. Schtick: The Movie

Thank you for your support!


Your friend,

Gracie

Sunday Sabbatical

Hi, folks! Buster, the Gentleman-Adventurer, at your service today with a tale of my most recent exploration of far-away lands and exotic cultures!


In truth, we traveled about a mile. But that's a lot in dog-miles!

The PT Cruiser headed south, and after being tossed about by numerous cyclones, arrived in Terra Incognita--my favorite place! -- Quinnipiac River Gorge !




The habitat is to my liking. There are ducks and geese and deer and trout. Lots of things to chase and bark at!

I commenced my exploration in the usual, most sensible way--by following my shadow.

The trees here are very strange--growing out of the basalt, their roots exposed by the erosion of the ancient riverbed.

Dutifully, I examined a trunk...

Eventually, I came upon a flock of novices from an ancient holy order and flirted with them. They complimented me on my dark, furry cassock and my Irish demeanor. Bidding them farewell, I continued on....



The Quinnipiac River was burbling along, carrying with it the seven billion metric tons of snow that vengeful Celtic gods had cast down on New England.

There was a hint of spring in the moss surrounding, well, the spring in the rocks.

At length, I bade farewell to my river. I'll bet it looked just like this many millions of years ago! That's a consoling thought.

Next stop: dinner!



Okay, I confess! When it comes to exploring, I'm basically a wimp. I love the excitement of new things, but then I get hungry...and I start to miss Bailey and Gracie...and most of all, I miss my mom.

Don't tell anyone--please!

Your faithful correspondent,

Buster

Young Grasshopper Learns the Zen of Busterization

Hi, folks--sorry it's been so long. Mom's got me supervising Miss Gracie, and she has so much to learn. Like the proper technique of Busterization.



Now, normally, it takes a novice many years to master the art. But I do admit, this kid has talent!



Tonight, she selected the Dreaded Orange Orb With a Tail.



I demonstrated the basic double-paw-and-incisor technique!

The rest is history.

I am so proud!

Your buddy,

Buster