Trashy Tuesday 6/4/2013

"Intellectuals solve problems; geniuses prevent them."

…....Albert Einstein

Barney & Grandpa Writing Blog

Good morning fellow Drivellers. This is Barney again. Grandpa said I could write another blog since I had so much fun last week. I added a picture of us writing the blog last week. I always stick my tongue out when I am focused on something or having a good time. Guess I was having both reactions. If you look really closely, you can see my brother Max's front paws on the table at the bottom. He seemed to think I had something to eat and he wanted some of whatever it was. He is, how can I say this delicately, dumb.

Grandma had a birthday on Sunday. Not sure if she had a good time or not. I think she went to church by herself, no one sang Happy Birthday to her at church as is the norm, and she watched as Grandpa, Aunt Jenny and mom mix cement and pour it into a hole for something. Seems kind of stupid to dig a hole and then fill it back up again. That must have been a real hoot.

Apparently they made up for it by going out Sunday evening for supper. Mom smelled like Mexican food so that must have been where they had a good time. I can't image Grandpa going to a Mexican place unless they had some American food. Along with eggs and Chinese Food, he dislikes Mexican with equal venom.

Let me tell you, I am really glad Memorial Day weekend and the week following is over. You see during the week when Mom is at work, Max and I are in a crate sleeping and generally being down right lazy. On weekends, it is a different story. We are out and go all day, wearing ourselves out. Through a holiday on Monday and it is worse. Last week, however, Mom was on vacation all week. We didn't have any time to get our daytime rest except when Mom took a nap which is never long enough. Last weekend we spent Saturday and Sunday with Grandma and Grandpa. On Saturday, we were all at Aunt Jenny's building a new swimming pool. We ran all over and played with Kinnick. They got to a point on the pool where the dogs had to stay inside. I thought this is cool. I can lay down and get some rest but I was totally wrong. It seems Kinnick took exception to being inside. He is a swimming nut and anything involving a pool, he wants his nose right in there. He sat there barking and barking and barking --- Good Grief, dude, just shut up. Max and I survived but I couldn't keep my eyes open. We are thanking that we are back to a normal day where we can sleep all day.

Does anyone know why we call a bulb of garlic a clove; yet we have a spice named clove? Just wondering.

Grandpa said it was great to see Frau Franz at the gym on Friday. She has been under the weather for a few weeks. I heard him tell Grandma that Franz gets grumpy when the Frau is under the weather. Don't ask to to explain. I have no idea what they are talking about. 

 

As an aside, I get asked a lot about the curl in my tail. Does it get tired being curled all the time? What happens if it straightens out? Come on people, sure it gets tired being curled. I do let it rest at times when I lay down and relax but not everybody gets to see me do that. I do have an image to maintain. 

 

I overheard Grandpa wailing about all of the restaurants who have Battered Cod on their menu. He refuses to order it because it would be supporting the abuse of sea food. Where in the world is Peta? We worry about the abuse of all sorts of animals but no one is protecting the Cod let alone taking action to prevent their abuse. He told Grandma that he was talking to Doctor Football about this when out for supper. Apparently, the restaurant had something called Battered Cod Loin. They began speculating on just where was a Loin located on the Cod. No answer seemed to be uncovered. 

 

Sven was there also. He ordered a beer of some kind that comes in a Frosted Mug. This mug was about a foot tall it seemed. As you might guess, the frost melted and several napkins were needed to correct the flood. Oh, Grandma got a Marguerite or something, it was strawberry. Mom stated Grammie thought everything was funny after drinking it. Mom also said that Grandpa got on a roll and kind of dominated things. She said he felt sorry for that.

Mom took me and Max to the Vet last week. We had a manny/peddy and shots. Grandpa went with us. I got to go first. Now I don't know who invented toe nails or who had the wisdom to allow them to grow requiring trimming every once in a while. But I would like to pee on that person's leg. You see being a black pug is not an easy job. When it comes to toenails it is especially difficult because you cannot see where the “quick” starts. Being nine years old, I have experienced a lot of botched trim jobs. The nail bleeds and hurts like h**l. I have adapted to making sounds as though I am being murdered. I wiggle with all my might and require to 2 people to control my body gyrations. I insure they understand that this is my way of coping by wagging my tail at the same time. This usually earns me additional treats when it is over. Smart – huh? Max is no big deal. His ploy is to just freeze. Nothing moves. It works for him I guess but not me.

Grandpa says I should always close the blog on an upbeat note. Here goes. Like Grandpa who drinks French Roast to get his creative juices going, pugs need stimulation also. Water just doesn't do it. Let's put our heads together to develop an energy boost drink for all dogs, especially pugs. I have to wrap this up because my eyes are getting heavy and I need a nap. Until we meet again, TA!