tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post1538507137995286034..comments2023-10-30T10:03:21.741-04:00Comments on BETH CIOTTA: One of Those DaysBeth Ciottahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251212401535078560noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post-84052593257850448952007-01-31T19:44:00.000-05:002007-01-31T19:44:00.000-05:00Smart, Tori. Smart. ;)
Got a title of a story for...Smart, Tori. Smart. ;)<br /><br />Got a title of a story for you, Constance. Corgis in Collusion. *g*<br /><br />Anna, Cheyenne would have you for supper. Well, not really. But your mail would be in trouble.<br /><br />Taylor... HA! Loved that story. Loved it! Buddy, you crafty dog, you. <br />P.S. Did you watch Temple of Doom yet? (Taylor, not Buddy)Beth Ciottahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02251212401535078560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post-86467135428266574612007-01-31T19:31:00.000-05:002007-01-31T19:31:00.000-05:00To be quite honest Beth, Cheyenne does show a hin...To be quite honest Beth, Cheyenne does show a hint of villainy in that photo. Ironic that my dog did a bit of destruction yesterday too! Me, being the nice master I am, bought Buddy a new chew toy. It was a yellow dog thing made out of that light-weight, thin fabric thats fashionable in many scarves today. Anyway, Buddy doesn't like toys that squeak. Or maybe he does. The point is, Buddy's game is to make his toys STOP squeaking. Usually, using his cunning skill (read: sarcasm) he manages to make a toy internally damaged without tearing them open. It's quite interesting to see him destroy the squeaker from the inside. But this time around, Buddy must not have been able to cunningly defeat the toy, so instead, he sliced the poor chewie's guts all over the floor. Since stuffed toys don't bleed, what happened in my house last night was a "fluffbath". The poor thing was deflated as all its insides (read: fluff) was spilled all over the floor. And lo and behold among the damage: the almighty squeaker. Ironically, the squeaker was untouched, un-chewed, un-digested. Just left alone. Maybe Buddy shows the tiniest hint of sympathy for his foes when he slaughters them. That, or he's just dumb.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post-73261885680114148862007-01-31T14:34:00.000-05:002007-01-31T14:34:00.000-05:00Oh, I'd definitely trust that face... gggOh, I'd definitely trust that face... gggAnna Louise Luciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13069551559749215187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post-7172022904797020492007-01-31T13:09:00.000-05:002007-01-31T13:09:00.000-05:00Beth, I have two Corgis and I swear they conspire ...Beth, I have two Corgis and I swear they conspire on how to handle me when I shout, "Who did this?!?" They love to glance at each other then give me puzzled looks. "I have NO idea what you're talking about" expressions on their face, as they stand on top of a shredded box. <br /><br />They've also tried to pin things on the cat. Cheyenne has lots to learn. *g*Constance Brewerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17964121072645959593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post-85633748528127210672007-01-31T10:59:00.000-05:002007-01-31T10:59:00.000-05:00She's cute as can be, but no, I don't think I'd tr...She's cute as can be, but no, I don't think I'd trust her. *g*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post-41637350194035709222007-01-31T09:26:00.000-05:002007-01-31T09:26:00.000-05:00Hi, Cynthia! That's why our trash cans are in clos...Hi, Cynthia! That's why our trash cans are in closets. ;)Beth Ciottahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02251212401535078560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post-36142723000081239042007-01-30T22:21:00.000-05:002007-01-30T22:21:00.000-05:00Wouldn't trust that puppy face for anything. Yeah...Wouldn't trust that puppy face for anything. Yeah, I remember how well my dog used to pull the innocent face on me - every time I'd catch him half way into the trash can he knocked over.Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13799204222499263351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post-40164072811333391322007-01-30T21:52:00.000-05:002007-01-30T21:52:00.000-05:00It was Iggy, M. And yes, he said he'd send a new o...It was Iggy, M. And yes, he said he'd send a new one. Cheyenne's still wearing that, "What did I do?" look. Clueless, I tell you. :)Beth Ciottahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02251212401535078560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post-34400880426976344892007-01-30T21:48:00.000-05:002007-01-30T21:48:00.000-05:00Well, the good news is that whoever issued you the...Well, the good news is that whoever issued you the 1099 has a copy and can send yuo another one.<br /><br />Bad, Cheyenne. Mommy doesn't need stress right now!Mary Stellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02186261066656584772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post-6506646940222106502007-01-30T19:49:00.000-05:002007-01-30T19:49:00.000-05:00You're going to love Cheyenne when you meet her, B...You're going to love Cheyenne when you meet her, Barb. She's sweet and funny. But why couldn't she have chewed up the circuler from the drug store?? *sigh* <br /><br />As for the other 1/2, you'll have to get the kiddles to work on him too. Uh... is he gonna hate it when Cheyenne licks him in he face? *g*Beth Ciottahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02251212401535078560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109540.post-82002905457991315252007-01-30T19:42:00.000-05:002007-01-30T19:42:00.000-05:00I'm so jealous. I really want a dog but can't get ...I'm so jealous. I really want a dog but can't get my other 1/2 to agree. I'll keep working on it. Bad news about the 1099. Like it isn't stressful enough to deal with taxes. Way to go Cheyenne.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com