Weinerdog Bliss

After a long and lazy hiatus, Weinerdog Bliss has returned to the World Wide InterWebs, with more silliness and Luv.

Was Molly here last time? I don’t remember. Probably I could go check but eh…I’ll put some stuff up about her.

Molly is our calico cat. She’s a pushy broad who thinks she owns the place. She also gets along famously with the Weinerdogs, especially Lacy, who tries to eat Molly on a regular basis, but Molly is unintimidated, and that flummoxes Lacy, so they wind up snorgling, just so:

Molly recently had a litter of kittens,

who we are attempting to acclimate to the dogs, so they can go to homes with dogs and not be freaked out. It’s working well.

Our other cat is Phleud (sometimes pronouced “Floyd” and sometimes “Phluud” rhymes with dude and sometimes pronounced “you dumbass cat!”) Phleud has papers and a long heritage going back to Thailand, and yet for all his fine illustrious ancestry he’s a goofy thang, and likes to hang with the weinerdogs.

The weinerdogs, here you see Lacy and Daisy using Rosy as a pillow, oppressing her most egregiously. It is a sign of Weinerdog Privilege, because Daisy and Lacy are propersized , where Rosy is but a mini, and not a very pretty one at that. It happens often, it’s the Weinerdog Sorority DeltaOmegaGamma, East Georgia Chapter.

We have a term in the Toot household, called “gnarbling”. It is what the bogs (and cats, occasionally) Do Best. The term is so called because it’s a descriptive of the sounds made when weinerdogs do this:

And this is just a sweet picture of Lacy last summer, snacking on the zinnias.