Who let the tuwds out? woof-----woof

We have a problem!

There are tuwds on the floor.

We're not sure who did it.

But we have our suspicions.

We're sort of worried.

Will Daddy-Man and Lady-Mom scold us when they come home and find tuwds on the floor?

 

Agent "C" says we should tell them a burglar broke in and did it.

Professor Whizbang, here, says we should blame the horses for it.

Personally, I'm going to say I was looking the other way when the tuwds showed up.

Or maybe I was sleeping at the time.

And I'm so cute, they'll probably believe me.

That's called pawsible deniability.

Oh, well. . .

Shit happens.

Coming March 7

James and the Giant Jugs

Hello, I'm James Cocker, Private Eye. I'm sure glad football season is over.

Even though the Super Bowl was okay.

But Daddy-Man watches football when he could be taking us for a walk.

Lady-Mom says he's really only interested in the cheerleaders because they have big jugs.

So here's the mystery I have to solve. Why does Daddy-Man have to watch football? After all, Lady-Mom has big jugs, too.

See!

They may be old, but they're still in pretty good shape.

It's a mystery.



What an audience!

The Blogger, suddenly realizing that this site might attract children because of the cute dogs, has edited this post. Figure it out.

Hey, I'd like to give a special welcome to the person who found  my blog by googling "Big black ROOSTERS, white chicks." I hope you enjoyed the pictures of my chickens.

For those of you who didn't know, I can see where everyone came from and what search words they used.

Have a great day, new chicken fan, whereever you are.

MonkeyJohn

Jamesy's Word of the Day: Euphemism

Definition: What Snoop Dog says when he smells something stinky.

Top Secret Undercover Secret Agent

Hello, the name's James. James Cocker.

I'm also secretly secret agent P-doubleO-P, but don't tell anyone because it's a secret.

I might look cute and cuddly, but you'll notice I have a license to kill.

So, don't mess with me.

Let me introduce you to my staff.

This is "M," or MonkeyJohn. He thinks he's the boss but he's only in charge of petting and poopscooping.

When he's sober, anyway.

This is Miss MommyLady. She's the real boss and is in charge of feeding and fussing over the agents.

This is our associate, Agent Sister. She's from the F.B.I.

F.B.I. -- Face Bends Inexplicably

Here's Agent Sebastian. He doesn't know his numbers, yet.

He's in charge of Home Base Security.

This is Agent Squeak, the token cat.

This is agent "C". She's in charge of the secret weapon.

GAS!

Whoa!

Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.



Super Hero at the Super Bowl

Here I am, Jamesy the Brave, resting up for the Super Bowl

Is it time for the kick-off?

You can have your dumb, old Super Bowl, I'm up for the Super-Supper Bowl.

Off Sides!

And now, here's Ball-Park Frank.

And the Prince of Whales!