The Aftermath

Calling all Sunflower Sisters.....send help.

We seem to have gotten ourselves into a little pickle. 

We are plastered all over the national news channels and we have taken cover. We will be off the grid, but need your help to stay underground until the heat is off.

This just in. An overnight fire destroyed the vacant clubhouse of the renowned Fire Hydrant Club....It seems their rival gang, led by the notorious P.U.G. Wilma and her gang of furry fiends were caught on security cams last night at the site. they appear to have been deploying a flaming doot bag.

We now join our reporter in the field, Hairy Scoop, for a reaction from the founder of the Fire Hydrant boys Winston Wilbur.

" I knew those Sunflower Sisters were up to something. I have sources with in the club who gave me a heads up. It is a good thing we moved our headquarters, those girls are not to be trusted"

Spooky Sunflower Soiree~ Things are really HEATING up! hahahahahaa

Hi Everybody!

Checking in to let you know that preparations for the Spooky Sunflower Party are underway as we speak! 

We hope to officially get this party started later this evening.

So check back in. A sunflower party is always guaranteed to bring the house down!

Helooooooo.......

I see some of our guests a few of our guests are arriving.

Don't be frightened by the "ahem" vampire in the graveyard. He is harmless. Proceed to the mansion where we are serving a very special buffet....

Moi hahahahahahaha!!!!

Soon, we will be opening up the dance floor, for some monster mashing! Get ready to rock girls!

Hey Natty, you keep the chaperons busy with your cuteness, while we go play some pranks!

Wilma Don't Fetch

This will come as no surprise to most of you. Why would I, such a magnifcent beast, participate in such degrading canine pursuits? Clearly I would not, I have staff for that.

Now readers, although I don't fetch, desperate times call for desperate measures. Last night was one of those times. You see Mom and Dad were watching that hideous talent show American Idol. The only part of that rubbish I have any respect for is Simon ( We have a lot in common after all). Now that he's announced his departure, I had to pull those two away, before they were sucked into the vortex. How did I do it you ask. I had to dig deep into my reserve of artifice. Feeling rather fiesty, I decided it was time for a game of fetch. Fear not my friends. This is how I do it. I choose a lambie (that's what we call toys around here), and proceed to drop it off the edge of the couch. I then proceed to bark at it until one of THEM fetches it FOR ME. So much more fun and amusing to me, it's incredible how long they are occupied by this folly. I like to mix it up by throwing in a few other moves as well. Another thing I like to do is to sit at the end of the couch, bed, where ever and just start staring. I stare and stare making crazier and more posessed faces,

and then when they least expect it...I run at them. Straight up their bodies into their faces. I had not engaged in these pursuits for quite some time, so it was a perfect distraction from that drivel on TV. I also forgot how enjoyable it can be. I went on for a good hour, after which time, I was exhausted, it was time for a drink and a nap. Good times my friends, good times.