Gracias Joe!
Ganamos,
P. "Azul" Suave
Monday, September 21, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Flarp Cup Championship Summer 09
It's official: Cocinero and Pepina are the 2009 Summer Flarp Cup Champions. They won something like 10 games to 7. Hope they're happy. They sure look happy. That's Pete with the Flarp Cup Cap Kit and Dear Pepina with a Pepsi (a stand in for the Flarp Cup - we left it home on the kitchen table). You can see the stadium of ecstatic fan cheering in the background.Congrats to Cocinero and Pepina. See you in a few months for the Winter Flarp Cup Tournament.
Dulce venganza,
P. "What's Trump?" Suave
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Caca de Luna
Above is an overhead shot of Luna sniffing out an ideal in-house spot to empty her bowels. To the immediate left of the pooch is the leg of the author of these words. Below the dog and the leg is beautiful tile and an earth-toned grout that blends nicely with the hue of a healthy dog feces.
Tomorrow night is our fourth (4th - Cuarto) dog obedience session with the renown dog trainer, Entrenador Magnifico. If Luna's obedience classes were similar to traditional schooling, she would be on a prescription by now. She really needs to be medicated in order to be social with the rest of the dogs in her class. She has been labeled since session 1 (ADD Dog). We got a lot of stink eye from fellow dog owners at our sessions. They are doggy judgemental. I might not be the most enthusiastic dog owner, but I do get defensive.
No ofenda me perra,
Pepino S.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Luna Llega
The family Suave has a new member. Four month old Luna "Lunatic" Fournier, a Brittney, arrived in early June. It has taken me most of the summer to acknowledge her residency in our home. I'm not a dog guy. I've even bought a rat for Pepinita in order to distract her desire for a canine. The rat died. I lost.Above you see dear Pepinita rubbing Luna's tummy, a common sight here in Pepinoville these days.
Luna is fond of chewing, running frantically with no destination in mind, peeing, pooing, belly rubs, head scratches, treats, answering commands for treats, and prompting our diabolical cat, Angel, to hiss.
Luna is relegated to the west wing of our estate, as the east is devoted to the cat and furniture we really care about.
Luna es loca,
P. Suave
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Pepinita
My dear Pepinita, pickled fruit of our loins, has a new blog! Click on "Pepinita's Spot" under Pepino's Picks to your right on this page to see what our eye's apple is up to these dog days of summer (hint, hint..).
The 2009, tenth annual Flarp Championship is scheduled for the weekend of August 30th, as is the 70th birthday celebration of Bompa Suave at the Pepinoville ball park. Be there! Pickled family and friends will be in town for these two exciting events.
More entries to follow,
P. Suave
The 2009, tenth annual Flarp Championship is scheduled for the weekend of August 30th, as is the 70th birthday celebration of Bompa Suave at the Pepinoville ball park. Be there! Pickled family and friends will be in town for these two exciting events.
More entries to follow,
P. Suave
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Face Book
Dear Neglected Readers,
It has been a queer year. The ol' Pepino has graced this fare blog with few entries; and even those were lame snap shots and cut-and-pastes (save the latest entry informing pepino fans of the recent Flarp Cup championship upset. Truly newsworthy, that). It is as if a mailaise has swept Pepinoville. A pickled funk.
I finally feel compelled to address the issue in public, on this very blog (cherished and reknow, as it is, by countless millions). The catalyst for this entry is the fact that Pepino Suave, the author of these words, finds himself on FACEBOOK.
[Appropriate stunned silence.]
Let's face it, Pepinophiles, we knew something was up for awhile: lame entries, pictures of sunsets. Yuck. That is stuff of mortal bloggers. What finally drove my to a searching and fearless self-assessment (thank you to my friends at Pepinos Anonymous) was when I hit cyber-bottom and registered for my own FACE BOOK PAGE.
It happened so quickly, I hardly new what I had done, until I discovered myself reading what my teenage cousin was going to do after her shift at Walgreens. Initially, this naive pickle intended to register for the diabolical site merely to peruse some offerings of a national association of left-handed actuaries, a pet interest of mine, whose site I was directed to by well meaning fans of southpaw risk investigators. Before you know it, shazam!, I'm reading about cousin Gabe's puppy love. It was a meaningless-data-lined trap, set for this curious, but mis-directed pickle.
[Sigh of resignation]
My dimming self respect aside, there is a disturbing thrill to know that, right now, Uncle Russ is "doing errands and then din-din", and brother Ciego just got "the starter motor out, and am heading up to Wall marts", and old neighbor Ruth is "going to Pattersville for the wedding hope to see you there", and that my sweet little nieces, still in my memory dressed in their white communion dresses, use saucy language to say things that would win them a mouth full of Irish Spring if they tried that at Grandma's website. Face book has made me the pickled voyeur of behavior that keeps family and friend reunions a, mercifully, annual affair. Now I can access it daily from my laptop.
Amigos,
Peppy
It has been a queer year. The ol' Pepino has graced this fare blog with few entries; and even those were lame snap shots and cut-and-pastes (save the latest entry informing pepino fans of the recent Flarp Cup championship upset. Truly newsworthy, that). It is as if a mailaise has swept Pepinoville. A pickled funk.
I finally feel compelled to address the issue in public, on this very blog (cherished and reknow, as it is, by countless millions). The catalyst for this entry is the fact that Pepino Suave, the author of these words, finds himself on FACEBOOK.
[Appropriate stunned silence.]
Let's face it, Pepinophiles, we knew something was up for awhile: lame entries, pictures of sunsets. Yuck. That is stuff of mortal bloggers. What finally drove my to a searching and fearless self-assessment (thank you to my friends at Pepinos Anonymous) was when I hit cyber-bottom and registered for my own FACE BOOK PAGE.
It happened so quickly, I hardly new what I had done, until I discovered myself reading what my teenage cousin was going to do after her shift at Walgreens. Initially, this naive pickle intended to register for the diabolical site merely to peruse some offerings of a national association of left-handed actuaries, a pet interest of mine, whose site I was directed to by well meaning fans of southpaw risk investigators. Before you know it, shazam!, I'm reading about cousin Gabe's puppy love. It was a meaningless-data-lined trap, set for this curious, but mis-directed pickle.
[Sigh of resignation]
My dimming self respect aside, there is a disturbing thrill to know that, right now, Uncle Russ is "doing errands and then din-din", and brother Ciego just got "the starter motor out, and am heading up to Wall marts", and old neighbor Ruth is "going to Pattersville for the wedding hope to see you there", and that my sweet little nieces, still in my memory dressed in their white communion dresses, use saucy language to say things that would win them a mouth full of Irish Spring if they tried that at Grandma's website. Face book has made me the pickled voyeur of behavior that keeps family and friend reunions a, mercifully, annual affair. Now I can access it daily from my laptop.
Amigos,
Peppy
Monday, March 02, 2009
2009 Flarp Cup Champions
Pictured above are the 2009 Flarp Cup Champions. Holding the cup at right is El Banquero. At left, holding the Flarp Tournament Cap and the Flarp Tournament Kit is Yours Truly, the author of these words. The tournament losers, my beloved Pepina and the loyal Cocinero, rode off in the Losers Wagon pulled by the Flarp Tournament Blatzdale Horses, a Flarp Tournament tradition.The win was especially poignent, as the winners were still bruised from an upsetting loss in a still contested, obviously rigged, 2008 Flarp Cup Championship.
This year's score was 17 wins to 6 losses, a Flarp Cup record.
Hearts are trump,
P. "I pass" Suave
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