Buster's Big Fix

Buster here..... guest posting.

That's me and Mom in the picture below (I'm the one in the red harness).

You may remember me from last Christmas when Mom posted a picture of me in the Elf ears.....or this Halloween when she humilited me by posting a picture of me in that ridiculous "witches hat". She posted a picture of Momo wearing it too ( Momo liked it.....little suck-up).

I look happy, don't I?

Well I won't be happy for long, 'cuz I'm gonna be neutered in the morning!!!!

That's right, people. My Mom has waited six years to have me neutered! What I want to know is: why now?!?!?

She tells me it's "for my own good"....something about my "health".

Don't try to sugarcoat it, Mom.

We both know what you're really doing is cutting off my naughty bits!

That picture below is of my puppy brothers. See how peaceful and relaxed they look?

Yeah.

That's because they've already been fixed. They're being all relaxed and shit just to taunt me.
They're both laughing on the inside.....(assholes!).

As for Mom....she's trying to act like this is no big deal.

But I know it's sorta bothering her.

Notice that pimple near her mouth?

She calls it "stress".

I call it "guilt".

Okay....I'm outta here. Mom is obviously feeling the guilt big time, as she's offering to walk me before "Desperate Housewives" comes on. Since there's nothing I can do about this "neutering" business (afterall, Mom outweighs me by like a thousand pounds), I'm gonna go with it....there are trees to mark and neighbor's yards to poop in!

See y'all on the other side....

Woof!

~Buster

I hope to work here someday.....

Don'cha love it?!?!?
Ooohhhh.....and check out the phone number!
heh heh!

This is an actual "salon" (I use the term loosely) in Dothan, Alabama.
A city about 30 minutes from here.

Major snaps to my pal, Kay-Kay for sending this photo to me!

New Landscaping at the casa....

~Before~
Steep area off the covered patio

~During~

~During.....~

~After~~Close-up of steps~
my favorite part

The area is actually bigger than it looks in the pictures.
We still have to have it fenced.
I brought the flagstone from the old casa.
Sweet man thought I was crazy for bringing it.

Guess I showed him, huh? ;-)

We're so happy with the way it turned out.

**********************************************************************************
*SIGH*
rest of backyard

we plan to clear out that weird brushy stuff
and then leave it natural.

There is a HUGE Magnolia tree (50 or 60 feet high)which will be beautiful
in the Spring and Summer....

there's also some large wild ferns, pampas grass and elephant ears
along the far edges of the yard.

We plan to plant some azaleas (of course), but mostly leave it natural.

Adventures in DNA collecting: "Baby Ho" edition

Collecting DNA today for the lab.....

In walks a mom and her three children. ....two girls~ 2 years old and 5 years old. A boy~4 years old. All very clean and nicely dressed.

The mom and the older girl and the boy were to be tested.

I get all the required information from the mother...names, birth dates, ssn, etc.

Then I notice the mom and kids keep calling the baby girl by an unusual name.

The name?

"Sugar-mama"

I ask the mom about it and she proudly says, "that's her nickname. We call my other daughter "Juicy"."

"What about your son?" I ask. "What's his nickname?"

"Oh , he doesn't have one...." she says.

Guess he's gonna be their pimp?

Promotional photo

"Sugar-mama" and "Juicy"

Salon Stories: shampoo and poop edition

I shampooed today for the first time.

Have you ever tried to shampoo someone else?

I mean ....someone you weren't in the bathtub or shower with ?

Someone reclined in a shampoo chair with their head leaned back over the shampoo bowl?

It's not easy.

One guy gave me a $20.00 tip.

That was cool.

It almost made up for the 5 year old child who stopped up the toilet on Friday.

Stopped up as in over-flowing-water-running-poop-still-in-the-toilet- stopped up.

The kid must have eaten Thai for lunch that day. He left a dump that looked like a cow pile.

We discovered the disaster when the stench from said dump made it's way past his mom (who was under the hairdyer at the time), and up to the desk at the front of the building.

She watched me and Hair Guy running in and out of the bathroom with mops, buckets, Lysol, papertowels, Comet....etc. cleaning up the disaster.

She said and did NOTHING.

Just sat there and pretended to be oblivious to the mess her child had made.

Bitch.

We now refer to the incident as "Poopy Friday".

And I refer to her as my "least favorite customer".

Exciting times en la casa de Pissy....

Yes.

This is how I spent my Saturday night.

In my jammies and fluffy pink robe...
On the den couch, napping with my three pups
after reading the latest People magazine.

Notice the look on Buster's face?

It's like he's thinking~

Leave us the f*ck alone!
Can't you see we're trying to sleep?!?!?
***********************************************************************************

....and as an added bonus.....
my new window sticker

Woo Hoo.

The Future Pissymobile

The new VW Eos

It's calling my name....

To read all about it click here.

These babies aren't cheap.

So in order to make this dream a reality,
I'll either have to wait a couple of years
until the excitement dies down
(just like it did with the New Beetle).

~or~

Make the ultimate sacrifice and get a job to pay for it.

Nah.....

I'll wait.

P.S. Don't tell Sweet Man.
He'll have a stroke.