The Story of the Three Cousins

Once upon a Tuesday, three cousins from far away lands arrived on the doorstep of Casa de Dobby. They had traveled for hours days by a Toyota-drawn carriage from the villages of Sin City Adjacent and Spuds’n’Snow.

The cousins were famished and insisted on driving journeying into the nearby Swedish village for some authentic Mexican Swedish food. Along the way they made sure to practice their best Swedish accents so as to fit in among the locals.

Dinner was served, and the three cousins were disappointed that they did not get to use their fabulous Swedish accents once during dinner.

After the three cousins and the familia de Dobby finished their plates and washed down their meal with soda and tea wine from their goblets, the two youngest members of the group decided that the night was not complete without ice cream porridge. They led the procession down the block cobblestone street to the local ice cream porridge shop, where everyone ate their delicious ice cream porridge and visited in the air-conditioned ice-cream open-air shop.

Stories were told of adventures to foreign lands where penguins marched dragons were slain and icebergs didn’t sink the ship.

Then the cousins took the youngest of the Casa de Dobby hostage and forced her to listen to their Swedish impressions as they searched in vain for the elusive Dala Horse on which to sit and take a picture ride.

Insults stones were thrown at her when she ashamedly realized (after having led the Toyota-drawn carriage up and down the street several times) that the legendary Dala Horse must have been recently removed from the Swedish village (along with its reputation for hosting a marvelous festival each year in the park).

Luckily she remembered that there was a big wooden handsome Viking who lived on a street corner. She told the cousins that he loved to have his picture taken talk to people with fake Swedish accents, and so the cousins readily agreed that the Viking was an excellent replacement for the missing Dala Horse.

The next morning, Amberella (she’s not a stripper, people; get you’re minds out of the gutter) slaved over the hot oven fire all morning to assemble the perfect breakfast feast for the visitors.

Amberella made Mini Quiche Biscuits, two of which were eggless and cheeseless (also known as plain biscuits). These were for her sister, Belle, who arrived by Honda horse late Tuesday night.

After the breakfast feast, Dobby, the spoiled puppy High King of these lands, was placed on his throne and admired by all until it was time for the three cousins to journey home to Sin City Adjacent and Spuds’n’Snow.

A wondrous time was had by all, and with tearful good-byes and promises of future visits, the Toyota-drawn carriage drove off into the polluted hazy afternoon sun.

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Extra credit to anyone who just read all of that.

Surfer Dog

My Fourth of July weekend was capped off with some time out by the pool with Dobby!

Don’t worry, the beer can wasn’t open!

Already a better surfer than me.

Isn’t it amazing how dogs are born already knowing how to swim? I plop Dobby in the water and he just takes off!

Sophie, our black lab, swims like a fish. She looks like a little torpedo shooting through the water. Poor Hailey, though, sinks up to her ears before she can get herself floating enough to swim. She’s all muscle so we think her lack of body fat prevents her from floating very well. That’s okay, she makes a good running partner.

This afternoon we have some family coming to visit from out of state for a couple days, so it should be a fun time!

Dobby & Co

Meet Dobby the Boston Terrier puppy! 

My Golden Retriever passed away last year, and this spring I finally felt ready for a new dog. I got Dobby on April 30th, and he is now about 5 months old. He has such a funny personality and he’s super smart!

For some reason he has an affinity for sleeping on my laptop… maybe because it’s warm…. or maybe he’s trying to get me away from the thing so I will pay attention to him! So if there is ever a typo or something crazy on this blog, it was all Dobby!

BTW: For those of you who aren’t Harry Potter fans (what?!), Dobby is named after the house elf from the books/movies.

We also have a Lhasa Apso named Maddie, but she’s slightly crazy, so we call her Mad-Eye Moody (because she’s moody and she has this crazy-eyed look that makes us think she sees ghosts). So we have two Harry Potter pets.

Maybe one day I’ll have a whole menagerie of pets with Harry Potter names…. or maybe not.

 

Dobby & Friends