Saturday, November 27, 2010

Not All That Funny

See the human thinks this is funny. I was outside in the back garden sussing things out, the way you do, when the neighbor kids decided to come out into their yard next door and were screaming and banging stuff. Welp, I just can't concentrate with that much noise going on, so I came to the screen door and waited for the human to open it for me (hellooo, no oppposable thumbs!). Instead, she takes pictures. So, what you see here is me going:
  1. "the kids are loud, let me in"
  2. "I mean it, I wanna come in now!"
  3. "hey, you ARE gonna let me in, right?"

Thursday, November 25, 2010


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Baking to do

So, I just discovered the human will attempt a pumpkin cheesecake for Thanksgiving. Should be interesting, as her baking endeavors don't always come out well. Couldn't give a rip snitty myself, as I'm not fond of sweets. Give me MEAT, and I'm happy. Which is why I've been working on my table-floor spatial strategies for the coming holiday. It's a corgi's job to be there when and where it counts.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Ready for Thanksgiving?

Notice how one of my ears is back slightly (my left, your right)? Welp there's a good reason for that. I'm feeling faintly alarmed here. I don't see that the human has done ANYTHING to get ready for Thanksgiving yet. Now, we normally have our TG celebration at my Grammie's, tis true, but my human handles at least one component of the feast, and I don't even hear anything about it yet. I'm getting worried...

Monday, November 15, 2010

Happy Barkday to Jack The Lad

Welp, it's my boy's 11th birthday tomorrow, so I want to wish him a very Happy one and many more to come. Hope you get some great loot!

Love and Hugs,
Stella The Fluff

Saturday, November 6, 2010

The Fluff and Old Man Willow!


Ho! Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo!
By water, wood and hill, by reed and willow,
By fire, sun and moon, harken now and hear us!
Come, Tom Bombadil, for our need is near us!
(from The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien)

I Ate Larry

The other night, the human got a couple of lobster tails on sale at the store and brought them home, chortling with delight. I get my usual boring dog food (sheesh), and she goes through culinary gyrations to make this amazing meal, such as drizzling melted garlic butter on the lobsters and roasting them in the oven. So, they were a little on the slippery side. She was trying to get the meat out of the end of one of the tails when fffft, it shot out of her fingers and hit the floor a few feet away. Hellooo, Corgi! I was on that thing in half a blink of a flea's eye. Crunch crunch crunch and the human is all vexed and telling me I'm eating my buddy Larry the Lobster. Isn't that just mean? I looked over at Larry, who was sitting there just fine as usual, and I told her, "larry schmarry".

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Fairy Revels

Shadows step out of fairy mists
tiny tracks appear in darkening grass
muted tinkling of music on sighing winds
the fae are out tonight
moonbeams reveal them in amaze
scents of loamy earth and spices abound
their revels increase in every widening circles
holding mortal witnesses spellbound
by dawn nought left but tiny bits of fairy dust
in dew damp grass

© 2010 D.L. Sniderman