Classic Cardigan: I Love Potty Humor and I Can't Help It

But first, here's a photo of the boys that I "swiped" from Jodi, the talented (and award-winning) dog blogger at Kol's Notes - Tips and Tricks from the DIY Dog...

She took it on Saturday, while at the BlogPaws pet blogging and social media conference in Tysons Corner, Virginia. I was not there.          

OK, yes I was! ;) (That's partly why I'm posting this "classic" today...because I'm old and tired, y'all.)

But anyway, about that photo. So, we were in a large dining room at the conference hotel, in the middle of zillions of people (and some other pets), when Jodi kindly gave me a baggie of some of her homemade carob dog treats, and then Dewi got completely fixed on the bag in my hand, and stood up on his haunches (as pictured), and did a show for everyone in the room, which made me a very proud dog mama! (JF did tricks and made me proud, too, by the way.)

And, there you go! The dogs represented at BlogPaws. :) They (and I) had a wonderful time. More on that later.

Today, though, I'd like to re-share a story I wrote over two years ago, which for the longest time (like up until last week), I had forgotten about. Because it's "hiding" under a post title that, other than the word "turd," has nothing to do with why I find potty humor so appealing.
(Hint: It might be genetic...or a product of my upbringing. You decide. ;-)

Originally published on March 2, 2011 (under a somewhat misleading title)...

There's a turd in the litterbox! Somebody celebrate with me!

Made you look! :)     (sorry, I couldn't resist.)

image credit bandofcats.com

Preface: Somewhere, my hubby -- as he reads the blog now and then -- is hanging his head in shame. He thinks that I'm (check that -- my *whole family* on my dad's side) -- is fascinated with poop. For the record, I strongly disagree; however, I will admit that growing up, the subject (poop) was discussed freely. To be exact, my father (quite matter-of-factly) believed that just about any ailment could be attributed to one's being "irregular." Headache? You must be constipated. Bad breath? Constipated. Cranky? Clogged pipes. :) So, we ate a lot of beans and greasy things (no Activia back in that day) to keep things running smoothly. And incidentally, I still had bad breath and got headaches (but was a perfect angel otherwise). (FYI: There's a sucker born every minute. :)

Why there was even that *one* time when -- fairly early in our courtship -- my then boyfriend (now hubby) was over for dinner. He (boyfriend) must have turned down a second helping of butter beans (or some other mushy form of fiber) when my dad -- in his best Sheriff Andy Taylor drawl -- exclaimed, "B___, Ahh SUMtimes wurreh 'bowt yer reg-ye-LAIR-teh!" (Translation: "B___, I sometimes worry about your regularity!")  The rest of the meal was a blur.  I'm surprised I didn't get dumped (pun intended). :)

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But, enough about me!  You might recall from yesterday that my old cat, Charlie, has been down with some bad tummy upset (hint: not constipation), which at her age, could have conceivably been her demise. However, this morning, there in her own private litterbox -- a turd! The old girl is still in the game. :) What a relief!

Carry on, y'all. :)


Chocolate, anyone?

In Memoriam: Charlie (Chatting it up in kitty heaven), 1991 - June 2, 2011

Classic Cardigan: A Virtual 'Motherly' Day Card from the Dogs (and a Note to the Mystery Human Who Let Them Use Her Credit Card Online)

Yes, you read that right: A human (who remains a mystery, as of this writing) recently succumbed to my pets' (yes, all seven) wily ways and allowed them to use her credit card to order this:

No, not Maddox (the cat), the whimsical little doggy-shaped planter with the lovely yellow-flowering plant inside. The UPS man left it on my porch yesterday. It bore this card:

To that brave and generous person (who is not my husband, by the way; he would never let the animals use his plastic online): Thank you!
You (I mean, all my pets) totally made my day! And it's so CUTE! 

Jon Farleigh and Dewi have such great taste, do they not?!

I think it's time you got us our own credit cards.

I'd like mine peanut butter flavored, please!

And with those words of dog-wisdom, I'd like nothing more than to share (with all of you) a post I wrote for "motherly" day last year. I hope you enjoy it doubly this time!

Originally published on May 11, 2012...

A Virtual Motherly Day Card from Jon Farleigh and Dewi

Please note that "Motherly" Day includes anyone who has ever behaved in a motherly fashion toward another living being. In other words, YOU.

To: All our readers and peeps

From: Jon Farleigh and Dewi

We would like to give you all of these things:

Dog Flowers

Colorful Springtime Garden Creatures

A Trip to Walt Disney World (without kids)

A Nice Bath (garden hose optional)

Something Sweet to Eat (hope you like gingerbread)

And a Big Sloppy Kiss

Have a happy day, friends!

Calling All Versatile Loggers! (in Which Forestry, Pets Named Paul Bunyan, Blogging and Fudge are Oddly Related)

Disclosure/Disclaimer: I am not, nor have I ever been, a logger (as in the forest). The following subject matter is--as I discovered partway through writing it--highly conducive to puns and/or euphemisms; however, I absolve myself of intent. Therefore, any instances you might think you see (of the aforementioned) cannot be held against me.

Hello. My name is not Paul Bunyan; however, I play him on Etsy.

And you can call me Babe (not him, silly, THE DOG).
But if you do, I'll call you something much worse.
(Image and Babe-the-Blue-Ox costume via Etsy)

So first of all, in celebration of Earth Week, I would like to recognize all loggers (actually all forestry professionals and stewards) who champion (not just in word, but in deed) sustainable forestry research, education, training and practices. You rock!

And as a small token of appreciation, please feel free to copy this "Versatile Logger" badge and paste it wherever you like. (Full confession: The badge/award used to say "Versatile Blogger*," but I edited it in Photoshop.)

Oh, and also (contrary to most blogging "awards"), there are no "rules" tied to accepting the badge. Nope. So if it suits you, it's scot-free! Yay!

However, I will now share 3 random (previously unshared) things about me (just for fun - since, especially if you're an actual logger [20 years from now, under a blue moon], this might be your first time here):

1.  I have a problem with profanity. In that every time I start to use it, "fudge" comes out.

[Insert 3 seconds of silence while Elizabeth contemplates rewording that last sentence. OK, nah.]

And by fudge, I mean the word "fudge."

2.  I am banned from using the word "fudge" (as an expletive) in my own home. Scout's honor.

3.  I prefer my fudge dark, hot and syrupy (as in a condiment) or frozen (as in a Fudgsicle), as opposed to the malleable, loaf-like varieties.

Anyone else want some fudge, now, too? :) Yum!

AND THIS IS WHERE I SEND YOU OFF WITH A LOAD OF LOGGER, AKA "LUMBERJACK," POP CULTURE TRIVIA

Hello, my name really is Paul Bunyan (and don't ever forget it).

In a recent study conducted by the career guidance website CareerCast.com, lumberjack is the 2nd worst job in the U.S. for 2013. Newspaper reporter is #1. (ouch.)

On a much lighter note...

These statues of Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox, in Bemidji, MN, are on the
National Register of Historic Places. 

For some reason, in folklore, lumberjacks like to eat stacks and stacks of flapjacks. The folks at Hungry Jack (a Pillsbury brand) believed (in the 70s) that lumberjacks also liked eating mountains of Hungry Jack (refrigerated dough) biscuits.


ca. 1970s Hungry Jack biscuit commercial "...they gobble 'em down and the plate comes back for..."

Image via Wiki

The fast food giant, Burger King Corp., in Australia (and in no other country), calls its stores Hungry Jack's. This is because the name Burger King was already trademarked there. (Also, the "Jack" is for Australian franchise owner, Jack Cowin, not a lumberjack.)

Image via Brawny Towels (a Georgia-Pacific brand)

The Brawny Man (a lumberjack) has never had a real name and is purely fictional. In 2003, after years of research, Georgia-Pacific gave the (nearly 30-year-old) Brawny Man an updated (not so 70s) clean-shaven look.

And if you're wondering why the lumberjack at all? As cited in a 2003 story on USA Today, "research found women love him."
Well, well. :)

And with that, friends,
Happy Earth Week!

(Now, make like a lumberjack and split.)


* All thanks to Julie at The Daily Dog Blog for bestowing the "Versatile Blogger" award upon me, without which, this celebratory blog post would not exist.

P.S. Thanks also to Coralee at Bark and Chatter for the "Super Sweet Blogging" award. I now know that it must have been due to my proclivity to all things Hershey fudgy. ;)

A QUIZ! Betcha Can't Guess Where the Dogs Are! (Then again, Maybe You Can.)

Hint: NOT on my kitchen table (for once).

OK, look what I did for y'all on Tuesday!...

Bunny? Or deranged Easter Bunny? ;)
Movie Trivia Alert: Click Play arrow below for a funny 7-sec sound byte!

Flower? Or overpaid canine actor? ;)

Frog? Or dog swallowed by frog? :)

So, friends, just for fun, I thought I'd drop a little 3-question quiz on you today. Just to see whether you can guess where this little Springtime photo shoot took place (and perhaps learn a little something "new"). hehe

Here you go! It'll only take a minute!

Click HERE to take the quiz at Polldaddy.com.

So, how'd you do?! Any surprises?  ;-)

Happy dance for Friday!!!

A Corgi Limerick for Ye - Third (and final?) Edition

Behold ye these Corgis of Cardigan

Whose faces tell a tale of longsufferin'.

Though regularly charming

Next time, without warning

They'll poo in her shoe if she does this again.

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However, friends, not to worry. Like the tricky Irish elves themselves, even petulant corgis masquerading as Leprechauns and pots-of-gold-at-the-end-of-the-rainbow must deliver the goods when seen by human eyes. (And by goods, I mean all these other silly photos of Jon Farleigh and Dewi "suffering" through the St. Patrick's Day shoot!)

Enjoy! :-)

Is it me or is Dewi not completely believable as some sort of mythical wish-granting creature?
Seriously, he looks like he was just plucked out of the shire, possibly along with a hobbit or two! :)

Totally worth his weight in gold.

Ears, wings or end table? :)

The Eyes

The String of Drool ;-)

The First of Many Feline Photo Bombs
(I have FIVE cats, people; what did you expect?!)

All begging for a treat; yes, the kitten got one, too. I do not discriminate among species.

These do not look like the faces of corgis who poo in shoes, do they? ;-)

Do you see it, too??? hehe ;-)

And rounding it all out with some highly unusual feline insolence...

Yeah, well at least I'm not dressed up like a kindergartner in a parade!
(he says while sporting the bandana from his human sister's
American Girl (brand) stuffed West Highland Terrier) 

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everybody!

:-)

Elvis Presley's (Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear (as Covered by Jon Farleigh)

Preface:

• One year ago I had the crud. So I moaned, Dewi listened and we pretended we were in the movie When Harry Met Sally.
• I wrote a song parody about Dewi called Brown Eyed Merle.
• I have the crud again.
• Jon Farleigh needs his own song.
• I need a teddy bear.

Originally recorded by Elvis Presley in 1957 for the film, Loving You...

(Notes: If you're too young to know it, have a look/listen HERE, now. I beseech you. Also, Jon Farleigh changed two words of the original lyrics.)

(Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear

Baby let me be

your lovin' teddy bear.

Loop a leash around my neck

and lead me anywhere.

Oh let me be (oh let him be)

Your teddy bear.

I don't wanna be a tiger.

'Cause tigers play too rough.

I don't wanna be a lion.

'Cause lions ain't the kind you love enough.

Baby, let me be...

...Around you you every night.

Run your fingers through my hair...

...And cuddle me real tight.

Oh let me be (oh let him be)

Your teddy bear.

I don't wanna be a tiger.

'Cause tigers play too rough.

Don't wanna be a lion.

'Cause lions ain't the kind you love enough.

Just wanna be...your teddy bear.

Loop a leash around my neck

and lead me anywhere.

Oh let me be (oh let him be)...

...Your teddy bear.

Oh let me be (oh let him be)

Your teddy bear.

/(^.^)\

Happy weekend, poopsies.