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Mabel knows, with her sidekick Duff, how to ask for needed things. In this case food. She will be great at fund raising for her campaign for the governor’s mansion.

Mabel and Jura stand watch over the antebellum carpet Pinky as she delivers her last pup.

This just makes me laugh.

And this was really nice.

Oh, and then there is this.

I’m so going to die for this.

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 too old to be driving to Nashville and back to Hoots in a 24 hour period.

Just saying.

Although, if you blog, I really suggest that you head to some blogger meetups or organize them, no matter where you are.

You will find that they are magical.

Oh, and I’m holding these glasses of Wage’s hostage so some of all of you guys will come to Hoots and go out w/ Mabel and me on a pub crawl.

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

Meet Sully.

I guess it’s pretty obvious that I’ve changed the digs around here under the empowering and teaching skills of Sadcox, who rocks because he’s helping me learn new things.

There will be a few more changes in the next couple of days but nothing drastic.

Also, I need your funnies for the Red State Update giveaway, so be sure to bring on the hilarity.

Now, for your Hump Day Moment of Zen, it’s Mabel, once again, in a bar.

Ivy and John both spotlighted the excellent videos of Craig Ferguson’s monologue from Wednesday night and from their responses, I think they were as enthusiastic about it as I was.

Go to either one of their cyber houses and watch it. Do it right now. Go on.

Mabel and I will wait.

All righty, I’m glad you are back.

This is one of the best political commentaries I’ve seen this election year. He doesn’t pick a side, but what he’s saying is important.

Every word is true. Here we have a man who just became an American citizen making more sense about the voting system than anyone I’ve seen in a long time.

And what he says is spot on. You see, we have 53 days until we vote for president. And, we are voting for a lot of things. We aren’t voting for media splashed misinformation, we aren’t voting for who looks best on television, we are voting for someone who will lead this country during a time of war and economic uncertainty.

It’s not about the stereotype and labels that the MSM is feeding us. It’s not about how pretty Sarah Palin is or what a great orator Barack Obama is. It’s not about John McCain’s history as a war vet or Joe Biden’s commute every night from DC.

It’s about the issues that are plaguing the American People.

I ask people pretty regularly if they have read the policies that both presidential candidates are offering. 8 times out of 10 they say they haven’t.

So I implore those of you to do so. Vote for the issues.

Don’t vote for what the media shoves down your throat. Vote for what is real, not what is good television.

Because, as Fergusen said, you are guys are smarter than that.

Eating the last of Vidalia onions for the year and they have made me a tasty mess.

This means my breath will never let another human being want to kiss me.

And, well, the dogs adore my skank breath.

Yet I feel free.

Mabel is bitching. But she recycles her own stuff so she can’t be a ding dong.

Holy Hell

There is so much one can do when they have the breath of a demonic goat.

And that is to buy Altoids.

It’s enough.

Children of the Corn was a goofy-assed horror movie that I was quite charmed by.

I offer you Mabel of the Corn:

And Duff of the Corn

I think I want to be in horror movie before I die. If not, I’ll just make my own.

Dog Zombies Of The Corn.

I guess the next pet I get needs to be named Malachai.