Nerd Prom 2012

It's been very busy around here and we've been neglecting our writing.  So......

As election season ramps up with the "nerd prom" we figured we'd share this http://www.krwg.org/post/president-obama-white-house-correspondents-dinner

We're sure our readers will see the resemblance between the First Dog and our Captain

Think of how much less expensive it would have been, not to mention the wealth of assistance in running the show, the captain of the Nargle would have been compared to that Portu-gee water thing.....

Dweezil the Weasel

It was a week before Christmas. Fate had an early present in store for us.

This black furry thing was wandering down the road.  Long body.  Long tail.  One of those scrub-brush-type terrier-ish faces.  The shortest legs you've ever seen.

It took our mom over an hour to entice the thing into the yard, at a cost of string cheese sticks she never shared with us.  Took the dad another hour, later in the evening, in the midst of a holiday gathering of their human friends, to get the thing into the house.  At which point the squat long creature made itself totally at home, snuggling into the lap of whomsoever would allow it .  You'd think the little creep had been around as long as the rest of us!!!

A few days later he was gone---dug under the fence.  Good riddance.  Or would have been, had the mongrel not returned that evening.  The following week-end he escaped through an open gate as human friends were leaving.  But he showed back up an hour or two later and has been with us ever since.

Dweezil the Weasel, short and stubby and long

So we've had no choice but to add him to the crew of the Pirate Dogs with the rank of Midshipman.  He has been a challenge for Ensign Pablo the Lobster to indoctrinate into the culture of the CPSS Nargle but there is visible progress.  And, unlike the rest of us who choose not to so degrade ourselves,

Dweezil can dance

Westminster Again

It gets more absurd every time it happens!!!  That foolish dog show in New York City!  We Pirate Dogs have discussed it before.  Yet the idiocy persists.


This year there's a new breed---the Xoloitzcuintli.  It's suposed to be the "national dog of Mexico."  All we Pirate Dogs can say about this is---"AS IF!!!!"  


As our newest crew member Anton Chico commented----there is already a TRUE national dog of Mexico who has a desert and a Mexican state named for the breed--Chihuahua.  Time the fools at the American Kennel Club got off their recreational drugs and back to earth.  Why any self-respecting dog would believe they have been into the cat-nip!!!!!!!   

Classic Chihuahua

Fulfillment

It is written thus:

"Any self-respecting gathering of more than one chihuahua should have an Anton Chico. We don't---but hopefully the humans will add one soon!!!"


So wrote the late Midshipman and Chronicler Bertequila on this blog at this link: http://piratedogspilgrims.blogspot.com/2009/12/anton-chico.html.  Now, over two years since his passing, his statement has become reality.

It started as an innocent Saturday.  The humans had breakfast with friends.  They proceeded to the Las Cruces Farmers Market, one of the best in the country.  At the far end, the Animal Service Center of the Mesilla Valley had its usual assortment of dogs hoping to be saved through adoption from a shortening of their lives.  The friends found one, a scruffy terrier mix who could easily star in a live version of the Disney classic "Lady and the Tramp." 


But our humans found the prophesied one.  There in a crate, resting with his tail in the water dish, the tag declaring him to be "Chico", he lay.  And the humans, cognizant of the prophecy, gave the shelter workers a deposit, returned home, took the First Mate and the Ensign to meet with him, and returned with the newest member of the crew of the CPSS Nargle,  Anton Chico:

the morning sun shines on Anton Chico

The descendant of those heroic chihuahuas of yore has settled right into his new lifestyle:

Anton relaxes

With this addition, the crew is complete.  The exact number of Pirate Dogs has become classified "Top Secret" to forestall any untoward actions by their fierce foes, the Klingon Kats.

Posted by Captain 'Roid

PS--Happy New Year to All from the intrepid crew of the Nargle

Refusal

As you can see from the picture, our flamingoes are covered in snow.  The whole orchard and desert resembles New England at this time of year, not New Mexico.  The only one who likes this stuff is the Captain:

'Roid loves the snow.  She couldn't wait to get out into the yard.  after a minute or so, she looks like this:

Snowbeard Lives!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for the chihuahuas, they refuse to even attempt to go outside.  Ever see a dog try to walk without its feet touching the ground???  And as for me, I grew up in Ohio and New Hampshire.  I see that white stuff and just hit the bed: 

Hope this climate change thing gets resolved soon.  I love my sun and desert!!!!

Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Feliz Navidad, Happy Kwanza, Peaceful Solstice to all!!

Leny

First Mate of the Pirate Dogs

Winter??????

Leny got up this morning and looked out the window.  Convinced she had been transported back to New Hampshire, she returned to the bed with a sorrowful and apprehensive sharpradorial expression:

She had looked out of several windows and realized that the white precipitation that had accumulated over the preceding evening was not an illusion or the product of some bad bone turks:

view from the front door

looking out the dining room window

luminaria in the snow

Yes, a winter storm had hit Las Cruces and left its detritus all around the mud shack.  And besides, Weetz had grabbed the best location to be in on such a day:

Weetz by the "heatz"

Life can just be frustrating sometimes for a New Hampshire transplant to the Southwest.

A Pirate Dogs Fantasy

Here we are, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, 2011.  Our parents tried to make us be cute, posing us on the patio:

Of course, Weetz and Petey Pablo gave our mom a hard time.  This is so lame!!!

We did relent and allow a picture---all of us but Leny.  She wanted no part of some staged sham with the turkey.  I mean, let's get real.  It's all about devouring turkey for both humans and canines.  This is the only thing that counts:

And hanging out around a table, in chairs, like poor humans have to do----that's just not our style.

Our dream is more like, the turkey's on the floor and we all get a shot, like the pack we are:

Ahhhhhhh, if only dreams came true..............

Of course, there's always a share of the left-overs.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

FROM THE PIRATE DOGS