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Mabel is a gifted dog at doing very little.

But occasionally she becomes Feral Mabel.

Feral

Some people post kid pictures. I post dog pictures.

It’s the way of ‘Coma.

Dogs don’t need no money. They just need swagger!

And you will die of cute if you love dogs.

I’m coughing up the lungs. This comes with bronchitis. You have to cough to get well although I do believe that my lung has taken on a life of it’s own. I have now started calling my lung Gary. As I’m on high powered cough syrup (man, this one is waaaay better than the other ones) I think I see Gary on the floor.

Gary is not a pretty chap and I’m pretty sure that Gary is a he. I don’t know why. There isn’t any reason for me to be thinking this but I do.

On to Christmas conundrums, each year I go through a bah-humbug stage during Christmas. This one has been epic. I have looked for Christmas cheer behind the couch, in the bathroom, under the freezer but, alas, I haven’t found it yet. So I have tried to concentrate on other things.

Like continuing my online zombie opus. Of course I will need to go back and revisit what the hell I wrote but that shouldn’t take too much time. I don’t remember where I was headed but I’m pretty sure that it was somewhere.

In other news, every time I go to this new layout (it’s about two months old) and see those sunflowers, I get stabby. Thinking of going back to my original design or something A.) new, B.) free and C.) fun.

Man, those sunflowers make my eyes bleed.

As for your daily Mabel, here is a picture from last year of her in her elf costume. As you can see, she just loved it. **snark**

Mabel The Elf

Thank me later.

From My Confined Space

I really need to get back into the meme game because I actually enjoy them. Mabel, however, has been tagged by Mrs. Wigglebottom to answer some questions about herself.

As Mabel adores Mrs. Wigglebottom, she immediately wanted to respond.

So here are six things about Mabel that you probably don’t know and now you will.

1. If anyone gives me a hug, Mabel barks. From my dad, Homer, Squirrel Queen, the nieces, my friends (I’m a huggy person), she will bark like a maniac and if she feels like I’ve gone over the line, will nip at the feet of the hugger. She’s a jealous little bitch.
2. Mabel has had a lot of boyfriends. Her last boyfriend was a Mountain Kir named Trapper. He passed away sadly about a year and a half ago. Mabel has outlived all of her beaus. She’s like a black widow spider. Unlike Mrs. Wigglebottom, she has never been married.
3. Mabel sleeps next to me, under the covers, every night. She’s done this for nine years. I secretly adore it and there are times that I wake up and she is asleep with her head on my pillow, snoring gently.
4. Mabel is the shortest dog of the three I have but she is a log making her the heaviest. I think that’s the Corgi coming out in her because, seriously, when you pick her up, which she demands, it’s like picking up an Acme Anvil.
5. Mabel is not the best dog kisser in the house. She’s consistent and will lick you for hours (and she demands it is in your face which can be annoying). Kirby, the blind dog, is the best kisser but she’s stingy with them so when you get one, you know you did something right. Mabel just whores those kisses out, but if I’m having a bad day, I know she will cheer me up.
6. Anytime I’m sick, she won’t leave me. When Squirrel Queen’s father passed away a couple of years ago, she refused to leave him. We were tired and it was one of those moments where after being up for days that I found myself nodding off while I was sitting with him. She would get down, nudge me awake and then get back on the bed with him. After a time she got down and kept heading to the bedroom where SQ was and kept coming back to me like she needed me to do something. She did this several times going from the bedroom, to the chair I was in and on to the hospital bed where he was. Finally, after I knew that Squirrel Queen had gotten a nap and at Mabel’s insistence, I went to get her up to relieve me because I was whupped after being up for about 40 hours straight. Mabel then left his side and went to bed with me. About 20 minutes later, her father passed away. It was one of those moments where Mabel sort of guided the way. I think she knew and that SQ needed to be with her father in those final moments.

I’m sending this to Bruiser and Sully for the win.

She is laying pretty low until the election.  Advisors have called about her possible position but we’ve been told to keep it on the downlow until after the election.

Future Secretary of Steak.

She'd Rather Have A Burger

Mabel is notorious for taking five to six pieces of dog food out of her bowl and laying it to the side.

She’s an odd dog.

For Captain Kona

I’m shamelessly stealing this photo from Jane Q. Public.

Meet Sully.

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Kirby is 12.

She was a dog we got from SQ’s mom and dad when their Schnauzers named Shultz and Sophie kind of hooked up. (Okay, they hooked up for two seconds and, BAM, babies.)

We said we would take the first dog out of the gate. It was destiny or something like that.

We got Kirby, who we received the day Kirby Puckett retired. She is also named after a West Tennessee drag queen named Eve Kirby.

We don’t discriminate.

The next day, the oldest niece was born. That’s kind of special, if you ask me, which you didn’t but I will tell you anyway.

Kirby lost an eye trying to escape a pen. The other eye is just blind.

She doesn’t like politics, tomatoes or cuddling. She is also annoyed by Duff.

Kirby is a dog/cat.

I worry for her because she is older, but she is a pretty, sweet dog. And, no, we couldn’t “cut” her ears so you get the Benji version of a Schnauzer.

When you don’t have kids, you love your dogs.

Just Saying.

And when they ride in the cab of a truck, they all want to be in the driver’s lap.