The Horrible, Not too Bad Week - Bet

Howdy Ho Everybodies,

Firstly I need to apologize to everybodies.

I had some toofs removed at the wonderful vet place the other day.  I wanted to give a shout out to the wonderful techs and vets at Westlock Veterinary Center for taking such good care of me during my procedure.  I also appreciate that they didn't let on that I was there so I would be besieged by pupparazzis and reporters.  A famous Border Coolie such as myself has to have some privacy.

Secondly I want to apologize for drunk posting on Facebook.

I really do loves all of you, but I think, perhaps, it wasn't the bestest time to be professing my love for everybodies.

I also was pointing the wrong way when the Musher needed to turn, which meant we ended up in a field... she shouldn't have listened to me.

Never underestimate the power of the coolie ears... sometime they get confused.

I also wanted to apologize for the random calling of peoples and asking if their refrigerator was running.  It seemed hilarious at the time.

Anyhoooo....

We packed everybodies up for a road trip down to see Miss Jenny and Mr Scott at Alta-Pete Stockdogs where I came from and everythings and stuffs.

It was so nice to see them again, and since I was still feeling poorly from the toofs procedure, they made sure I was taken care of.

The reason we went down there is because we have a new member of North Wapiti.  His name is Zac.

Zac Ramstead

I asked the Musher to write his introduction, but... sigh... you know the Musher, she was just too busy to do it.

Zac is a guy, and he's very focused (just look at those crazy eyes) and he loves to herdy herd the baa baa sheepy things.

So, while I napped, he herded and taught the Musher a thing or two, and thanks to Miss Jenny (who took these photos) we were able to capture it all.

sneaky sneaky sneaky tip toe

Crazy laser focus eyes... kinda like how Bait looks when there's an unguarded sandwich in the kitchen

There's one thing that Zac can't teach the Musher and that is... ensembles.

I can't even start on this... I was still feeling poorly and she just snuck out of the house like that.

In case you were wondering, Twig was out searching for free range veggibles.  Sheepy Camp didn't break her of the veggible fixation, so we're enrolling her in a 12 step program.

- Bet

Logical Ciphers - Bet

Logic:  Hey Cipher, What room can nobody enter??

Cipher:  I don't know, what room can nobody enter??

Logic: A MUSHROOM!!!!

Cipher:  AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA  That's really stupid!

Logic:  It's not stupid, you're stupid!!

Cipher:  I'm not stupid YOU'RE stupid!!

It just went downhill from there

- Bet

My Sheepy Camp Project -Twig

As you know from my letters, it's been a whirlwind of activity here at sheepy camp. Sheepy stuffs and junk. New friends. Playing in the mud. Staying up late. Crafty things with macaroni and glue.

Curly fur pasta sheepy

But--I just found out about the "project" that is due! WHAAAAAT??? I was supposed to be working on it all week!!!

In a panic, I used my allowed weekly phone call and talked to Bet.  She just laughed at me! "You always wait until the last minute....it's your responsibility....blah blah blah..."

I waited while she was being all adult and stuffs. Then she took pity on me and offered a suggestion.

"Just gather a flock of sheep and spell out Happy Birthday with the sheep. That'll impress the other coolies. Your project will save me the trouble of doing the usual birthday bloggity blog for the Cartoonist. Oh, and use cursive for extra points !"

Ummm....I reminded Bet that I'm still a puppy. I've only herded a few sheeps and they went off in all directions. And no one in my generation even knows what cursive is!!!!! Sheesh!

Bet hung up with a big sigh of "Kids today......"

So in desperation I went to the arts and crafts shed and came up with this.

Ha Ha. BAAth Day--I crack myself up!

It's the best I could do on a leftover paper plate from our cookout. Yes, I KNOW the sheeps are not pointing in the same direction. It was not easy getting them into the sink to pose!!  (I hope I don't flunk Sheepy Stuffs 101.)

Yeah, so obviously we REALLY need The Cartoonist to help us with art and jokes and junk for the bloggity blog.

Everybodies, please wish The Cartoonist a Happy Happy Birthday so she'll feel all special and warm and fuzzy and stuffs.

When I get home, I'm going to bake her this delicious cake.

Yum! Cauliflower!

xoxoxo

Twig

Letter From Twig: Sheepy Camp Week 1 - Bet

Dear Bet!

I'm having a great time here at Sheepy Camp!!!

I'm learning a LOT!!  I can't believe how much fun it is here!

I met a really cool friend, her name is Molly and she's golden!  No, really, she's one of those dogs that goes and gets things, so that's really handy!

We hang out, we do things together, and she's really funny too!

We also got to do some arts and crafts!  I never thought that arts and crafts could be so much fun, but they really are!  We got to do some finger painting and we learned that mud makes our furs really soft and supple!

At night Molly and I talk about all of the fun things that we'll get to do the next day and laugh and laugh at my stupid brother.

My mom is even leaving me alone, but dad is being a bit of a butthead because he wants me to be REALLY serious about my studies and got mad because I didn't get an A in one of the quizzes.  He's soooooooooooo serious and borrrrrring.

Hope everything is going well there and all that junk.  Say hi to everyones and things and junk and all that.

Love

xoxoxox

Twig

Letter from Twig Day 1 - Bet

Howdy Ho Everybodies!

We got our first letter from Twig all the way at Sheepy Camp today!




Dear Bet,

I HATE it here!

They serve me my supper all piled together in one dish - not served in courses as it should be.

Sam and Ralph (security detail at Sheep Camp) are only interested in protecting the actual sheep, and the coolies are left to fend for themselves.

We are made to take forced marches EVERY DAY.

Worst of all... my MOTHER works at Sheep Camp, and all I hear is "No child of mine will grow up liking veg".

Not to mention that it's just plain embarrassing to have her around when I'm trying to be all cool with the other young coolies.

From left to right: Tick (my dad), Mossy, Joe (the dorky tri), Becca (my mom) behind me complaining about my love of vegibles and Me

I.WANT.TO.COME.HOME!!!!

Twig

Tough Love - Bet

Um... We interrupt this bloggity blog for a very special announcement.  Please stand by.




Are you standing by?


Well come on!  We don't have all day, get standing peoples!!!!

Ahem.... There has been a minor change to the regular North Wapiti Kennels schedule that you should be made aware of.

You may recall a certain "waffle" incident recently.

Well, that was just the tippity tip of the iceberg of a certain teenage coolie's "coming of age" tantrums.

Twig is going through those awkward teenage years that some of us grow out of gracefully (ahem, me for instance), but some coolies get an attitude and think they're bigger than their FABulous ensemble britches.

Case in point... she started just TAKING my ensembles out of my closet and wearing them out and getting them dirty.

She didn't ask if she could wear my wonderful plaid ensemble, she just took it to show off to her teenage friends, then threw it in a pile, still wet, and now it smells like ick.

Despite this horrible transgression, we allowed her to have a slumber party with her friends.  We TOLD them there would be no shenanigans, but they all snuck out and played Bearfalo without proper permission while Bear was supposed to be guarding the Pretty Curly Tails.

This is me yelling at them

It's not Bear's fault, he was trying to get them back to the kennels so he could patrol, but they insisted they follow him.

Sigh... but that isn't the worst part.  The worst part is so horrible I don't even know if I can say it...

Ok, so maybe you should all sit down now.  This may be so horrible that you'll fall down...

Twig...

Twig....

Twig LIKES BROCOOLIES!!!!

BROCOOLIES!!!!!  Why they would name this vile plant after the majestic and svelt Border Coolies is beyond me!  It tastes horrible and causes a foul wind.

That's not even the worst part... the worst part...

sigh....

Twig LIKES COOLIFLOWERS!!!!!!

COOLIFLOWERS!!!  It's like brocoolie's anemic step sister.  What is it with naming horrible vegetables after us????

That's when we knew.  She spit out a waffle and asked for brocoolies!!!!

So... while the Musher is in Alaska doing her judgey judging thing, we felt it best to send Twig off to Baa Baa Sheepy Camp.

Fran has a lot of responsibilities and we couldn't expect her to tend to the kennels and everypuppies while keeping an eye on Twig.  We knew that it was just a matter of time before Twig ran off to some farmer's market in search of organic, cage free, free range brocoolies, and if we didn't nip this behavior in the bud now, she may move on to kale, because we all know that brocoolie and cooliflower are gateways to kale and quinoa (whatever the heck that vile concoction is).

She is fine... having a bit of a culture shock and I'm sure she'll be writing us letters, as we've taken away her iPad so she can't text or order online vegetables, and she's only allowed one phone call per week at Baa Baa Sheepy Camp.

- Bet

"I Formally Disown Her....."

Bet has been pestering and pestering me to introduce Twig to waffles. Honestly, I think Bet just wanted waffles and was using 'introducing Twig' to them as an excuse, but whatever. Having waffles is not a huge hardship!!

Bet explained to Twig all about the deliciousness she was about to discover.

"I can't wait"

"Can't you cook them faster?"

Patience young Twig...patience!!!!


Ready!!!

Age before youth!

Twig - watch the fingers!!!!

What do you think????

REALLY?????

"Kids", says Bet, "You do the best you can with them, but still......."

"and besides.....more waffles for me".