Author: boomingbanter

Precious Peeps it’s Pits Perfect here to get your week of to a wondrous start.

It was a stinker of a day yesterday poured down most of the time which was just fine for me because Dad was home and we vegged.

Of course Granny had to get us out for the business and we all got soaked.

I looked my wet look wonderful as always. One shake and I’m sorted.

You should have seen the old grey Gizz though. He looked totally ridiculous. Has absolutely no waterproofing in his coat and then when it dries he looks like some later day Louis XlV all puffed up like a poodle.

I so enjoy seeing him look like a muppet. The jealousy in his eyes when he views my impermeable presence is priceless.

Blessing#1870-Rain Wear

Garage sale season is over. That means Ma has to return to the thrift stores to seek treasure.

You can always tell if she finds something good because she can’t wait to get back home to tell Dad. She has to call him immediately!!!

So it was yesterday. She had a half hour to kill before the tearoom opened so she went to the Salvation Army Store and bingo she struck gold.

For the price of a pack of paper plates she walked away with twelve pristine teacups and saucers.

Plus a cream jug that will come in useful as a spare for busy days.

Add to this a good size salad plate and nine perfect salad bowls and she was in heaven.

There were also twelve side plates but the gold edging was a bit dodgy on them so they’ll be used but not put out for sale.

When this happens she gets all fired up especially when she looks them up on eBay and sees what they’re selling for.

Blessing#1869-Happy Hunter

It’s always good to have a reason to impose my wisdom upon the PIT.

Sometimes if I’m pinning her down Mom scolds me and tells be to leave off. Not these days though when she’s caused so much trouble!!

I am getting somewhat concerned though that in recent weeks she’s started to snap back when I go for her throat.

Depending on the angle you look at it those Jaws of hers can appear quite threatening. She probably could get most of my head in there if she tried.

Maybe I should try killing her with kindness. The shock might take her out.

Blessing#1868-Surprise Tactics

Ma left Jaws and me to fight under Dads supervision while she had a shower yesterday morning. This is the usual practice BUT…….

Jaws was in a fierce mood. She was all fired up.

Raced up to her own room and grabbed a pillow. This one was new and unlike the previous ones she’d attacked it was filled with fine white down. Quite the little luxury item my friends!

She went at it like it was a Nyla and a snow storm of feathers ensued.

Dad didn’t notice but when Mom returned she sure did.

They had rained down into the living room but the scene in the landing was epic.

Ma grabbed the pillow and ran with it to the trash that had yet to be collected. The remainder is history but here’s the text to the bro!!!!! Put it like this Dads wrath was GREAT!!!!!

Blessing#1867-Duck Duck Goose

I’m having a Rodin moment reflecting on the ridiculousness of these past six weeks in congress. I know you all knows it too!

Finally a speaker has been pick from obscurity to appease the factions within one of only two parties that govern this country.

That’s why it is now abundantly clear that every land needs a third option at least to keep the political process on its toes.

This is no longer a dream it is the greatest chance the world has ever known for a canine to step in to that spot.

Only a hound dog like me can hope to herd this flock.

Follow me now dear readers to the path of greener pastures.

Blessing#1866-Shepherding

JAWS is such a lick.

She’s always sucking up to my Mom.

Thinks it will allow her to get a way with anything even eating her socks. Pity that it works too.

I admire Dad. He’s with me. He hates The Pit unconditionally.

You can be sure as soon as the Bro walks through the door of an evening he gives him an earful of her exploits that day.

I just sit back and smirk. Sometimes you just gotta let the facts speak for you.

Blessing#1865-Truth Talks

We are late today because we slept in until 7:30. Yikes that’s like midday for us.

It was light when we made it downstairs.

We’re at peak fall here now and the colors are beautiful. There is also a lot of hanky panky going on in our yard.

It’s rutting season and the young buck was out with no less than seven members of his harem yesterday afternoon.

The gals all took off but we got a pic of the man himself strutting his stuff.

A man after my own heart.

Blessing#1864-Heat

Precious Peeps It’s Pits AGAIN! This is a milestone moment as I’m turning a page.

See since Granny has been busy the stinking Gizz has gone to ground. He’s just a wimp without her.

She’s back now though so he’ll be trying to push me around again but I’m getting feisty.

For two years now I’ve let him win every battle in this household. It’s about time I showed him who’s THE PIT.

They don’t call me jaws for nothing.

If he wasn’t such a nightmare to live with we might even have a bit of fun or enter into joint ventures but that’s in his hands. Any nonsense and I’ll eat him.

Blessing#1863-Assertiveness

Precious Peeps it’s Pits again. The Gizz is in a foul mood because he’s getting no attention.

He has to have his exercise to boost his serotonin otherwise he is nasty!

Dad is also starting to get a little edgy even though I try to tickle him!

Let us not even mention Grandpa. He is fit to send me to the Canine Collective.

I’ve had so many siestas I can’t sleep any more!

Please return Granny quickly this is not a good scene!

Blessing#1862-Reassessments

Precious Peeps it’s Pits Perfect.

Oh what joy!

Granny has gone to prison so Dad is taking care of me and the stinking Grey Gizz. Not sure he’s so happy about that part of the deal! The old stinker is hard work!!!!

Dad’s really short on the walks which is fine for me because it means lots more time in bed. We lie in late, eat a lot more than usual and then we go back for a long siesta.

Dad is my type of guy. I love to model everything he does. I’m thinking of a TAT like he has.

What should I write? Beautiful Bones?

Blessing#1861-Modelling