Check out this most annoying holiday card I received from the Beastie. Eeesh!
I don't know when this photo was taken, but I must have been disoriented (possibly from some tainted smoothies) to agree to such a pose.
On to more pressing matters.
When I awakened with THIS on my head, I knew that there was no longer any doubt that the hapless Angus stuffie had, indeed, been produced using some of the Clacie DNA left over from the Beastie's recent liposuction (which, by the way, did little to reduce the size of her visible from outer space buttocks).
Lucky for me, that very same morning I received a desperate call from my good pal, Scruffy, who apparently was seeking political asylum after recent unfortunate events at his estate.
As if that was not enough to convince me to take the little guy in, I also got this alleged holiday card showing him being subjected to indignities at the paws of the beast herself.
I immediately issued an invitation for him to come to Master Chew Sits with great haste to hide out until his mummsie came to her senses and stopped her inane vilification of his small and innocent wirey self.
The journey was long and Scruffy wanted to take a nap as soon as he arrived. I told him to choose any bed he wanted, but I think he was somewhat disoriented from the trip.
Dude must have thought he was in Oz or someplace.
This is America, little buddy, we don't sleep in baskets.
That brought him around and he found more appropriate accommodations.
After nap time, we convened in the dog cave to ponder what fun activities we might enjoy during Scruffy's visit.
Having been alerted to the presence of the Angus stuffie of questionable origin, Scruffy immediately set to instructing me in the art of stuffies gone mad management.
As usual, I was a fast learner.
Time to go outside.
Ever the gracious guest, the Scruffman endeared himself to Momma by assisting with the daily clean up of my large and plentiful poop-sicles.
Now for some real fun.
As usual, Scruffy had brought along his trusty blow torch.
I took a moment to go inside and load up on most yummers and gas producing broccolis.
That's right, keep it coming!
Light 'er up!!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!