What a night, what a night! Community service went so well until it didn’t.
To keep our stowaways warm, we slid our Protege and her Accomplice into the Giant’s fur musher mitts, one each. They are a perfect size for a sleeping bag for them. We rigged them to our harnesses just before take-off. Whoosh!
That Santa bloke is no slouch. In one of our earlier deliveries, he discovered our Protege and her Accomplice. He said they couldn’t ride on our harnesses, something about liability. (Note to WTAFP, this liability word keeps getting bandied about a lot the past couple of days. It sounds fun. We’d like to learn more about it and take it out for a spin. Just a heads up…). Were we in trouble? No idea. What we do know is Santa unhooked the stowaways from our harnesses, looped the mitts over his shoulder just like the Giant wears them. Our Protege and her Accomplice must have made a good impression. We heard Santa say something about, “such forgivable liabilities?” Maybe he was talking about them or about us. It’s hard to say.
One of the first Plunderers we visited was Reba. As promised, there were kibble snaps, hot wings, a vat o’ beer and Slim Jims waiting for us with a note: For the Thieves. Hey! That’s us!
Now, this is where things may or may not of happened. Allegedly, we, er, convinced Reba’s Jilly to join us for the rest of the night. Santa soon discovered the new stowaway sans permission slip and brought Jilly back to the sleigh.
Next stop was Rio. When Santa wasn’t looking, we snuck Rio, Rio’s warm soft bed with his toys, vats and hot wings in all the right places out to the sleigh. Santa quickly understood that stowaways are like potato chips—you can’t have just one — but, he did call as we were flying through the air, “No more stowaway, Thieves!” Was he talking to us? No idea.
Luckily, Wose is small and is easy to disguise as an elf. She snuggled under Jilly and Rio. Rio shared the hot wings with her —- a Christmas miracle! Santa seemed less bothered when he saw the permission slip pinned to her coat.
When we arrived at WTAFP’s house, WTAFP was waiting at the door. We watched through the window as both men talked for a long time, about what, we don’t know. We did overhear with laughter sprinkled throughout their conversation:: “lovable,” “miscreants,” “we both know they’ve allegedly done a lot worse,” “don’t have to tell me,” “blame their upbringing,” “mama tried,” “liability,” “first offense,” “sign them for community service next year,” “it’s now tradition,” “Jilly off the naughty list with a warning,” “deal,” “he’s an evil pug,” “evil implies naughty list,” “do you really want a gassy pug on community service,” “didn’t think so,” “tight grip of Franklin’s collar,” “he won’t stowaway,” (this is where we heard Franklin whine, or was it Santa?)“give my best to Grizz when you drop off Wose,” and “same time next year?”
In conclusion, we checked ourselves into Mother Jail. WTAFP, no rush on bail…Friend has been baking and cooking and it smells delish!
Merry Christmas, Friends!!! Quite an adventure from last night. Glad all’s well and everyone made it home. Thieves, thanks for including Reba and Jilly on your adventure. She needs her friends on this 1st Christmas without her sweetie. Hugs to her from North Texas.
Santa and I did have a good conversation covering a multitude of sins, err subjects. He is a fine, jolly fellow. I think all is covered, but we will have to wait and see on a few things though. Some New Year’s resolution’s may be in order as well. I’m sure that I don’t need to worry about any New Year’s Eve hyjinks, right?
Hijinks? Us? No, no, no. Maybe the occasional cahoot, an alleged antic, a shenanigan here or there, perhaps a misdeed or ne’erdowelling. And, maybe we’ve been plagued by lapse in judgement leading to…things. But, hijinks? We’ve been hijinks free since…what is today, Thursday? Since…earlier today, but if let us get creative with our math and round up, not for a decade, give or take. It’s like you don’t even know us…wink!
You don’t need to worry about New Years Eve. How about if we stay checked in at Mother Jail where no trouble can be made and Plunderers blur here to ring in the new year by, er, quietly reading passages from the Bible? Now, if the Bible is perched on a pool floaty in the middle of a vat o’ beer, surely, we can’t be blamed for that. Beau has suggested we get baptized in several occasions. This could count.
As far as new year resolutions, how are these for a rough draft?
1) Get caught less;
2) be forgiven more;
3) role model of our Protege and her Accomplice how to do the first two;
4) get excused from Remedial Bible Study; and
5) restock WTAFPs retainer safe.
Party!….Wot a great Santa Sled Party!….snort!….Now New Years Eve will be incredible and much more than even the Thieves can imagine!…..gurgle!
Merry Christmas to All!….Hope everyone is safe and soundly at home and happily enjoying their new Christmas gifts!….chuffle!….We here are overwhelmed with the generosity bestowed upon us. Praise be to God for this glorious day…..snuffle!
We posted almost at the same time. You’ll see from our post, we may be hosting a New Year’s Eve something or other in Mother Jail. We’ll start making more room in Mother Jail so everyone can be comfortable. WTAFP is a great negotiator with Santa, but we have to do our part, too. We’ll arrange vats and platters to be delivered.
Slurp!…..That sounds Delish!….snort!….I will be there eating and drinking my fair share….snorke!…By the way, can I get my warm soft bed with all my toys back SOON!??….gruffle!
Sure, if you can convince our Protege and her Accomplice to wake up and get out of your pillow. No offense, pug, the smart money is on them staying put. They are small. Just move them around.
Rio-The Evil Pug
Move!….A Blast from behind me might awaken them….squeeze!…Get out of my warm and soft bed you bedazzalers….I will Huffle and Puffle and Blow youse outta there by golly….grunt!gurgle!
What a delightful thread! Thank you, Thieves, for introducing Jilly to your adventurous shenanigans. As Big Tiny noted, we were a bit blue this Christmas with dear HP having been blurred up to heaven. Reading these posts are just the ticket. Made me laugh out loud! I don’t usually encourage shenanigans, but these were just delightful. And appreciated! Glad everydog enjoyed the feast! Merry Christmas! Looking forward to New Years!
We were happy to introduce Jilly to the life of being lovable and miscreant. When our Lady was first invited to the blog, she was told to bring her imagination.
Our first big Plunderer shenanigan was the royal wedding. Correspondence was sent and responded to on just about every tree on palace grounds as were some amazing holes dug. We, the lot of us, made quite an impression on the Queen. You haven’t lived until you’re being chased by a guard trying to get his furry hat back from you. If memory serves, we promised to Rio home safely. And, if memory is foggy upon advice of our counsel, Rio may or may not have been left riding the conveyer at baggage claim overnight.
Don’t get us started on the secret missions. That’s when we knew we had arrived.
Perhaps I should just turn out the porch light and turn a blind eye to anything the Wonder Puppies might be up to on New Year’s Eve.
I’m going out to dinner again at the Kaiserhof. This time I am assured they have the correct reservation and I will be able to dine in my preferred room. (The quiet one.)
I’m still debating whether to wear my tiara. It is just rhinestones so now thieves need be involved. Plus you can’t eat rhinestones.
However I will be dressed in peacock blue. Can I be assured I will not be mistaken for any fowl, or foul for that matter. I know no on some cultures they eat peacocks and I would not like to feel a chomp on my pant leg for just dressing nicely.
Hear us out. Instead of turning a blind eye, swing by Mother Jail after your nice dinner with your eyes wide open. We can’t speak for anyone else, but we don’t eat peacocks. Will we get fur all over your duds? Absolutely. But eat, no.
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Merry Christmas!
What a night, what a night! Community service went so well until it didn’t.
To keep our stowaways warm, we slid our Protege and her Accomplice into the Giant’s fur musher mitts, one each. They are a perfect size for a sleeping bag for them. We rigged them to our harnesses just before take-off. Whoosh!
That Santa bloke is no slouch. In one of our earlier deliveries, he discovered our Protege and her Accomplice. He said they couldn’t ride on our harnesses, something about liability. (Note to WTAFP, this liability word keeps getting bandied about a lot the past couple of days. It sounds fun. We’d like to learn more about it and take it out for a spin. Just a heads up…). Were we in trouble? No idea. What we do know is Santa unhooked the stowaways from our harnesses, looped the mitts over his shoulder just like the Giant wears them. Our Protege and her Accomplice must have made a good impression. We heard Santa say something about, “such forgivable liabilities?” Maybe he was talking about them or about us. It’s hard to say.
One of the first Plunderers we visited was Reba. As promised, there were kibble snaps, hot wings, a vat o’ beer and Slim Jims waiting for us with a note: For the Thieves. Hey! That’s us!
Now, this is where things may or may not of happened. Allegedly, we, er, convinced Reba’s Jilly to join us for the rest of the night. Santa soon discovered the new stowaway sans permission slip and brought Jilly back to the sleigh.
Next stop was Rio. When Santa wasn’t looking, we snuck Rio, Rio’s warm soft bed with his toys, vats and hot wings in all the right places out to the sleigh. Santa quickly understood that stowaways are like potato chips—you can’t have just one — but, he did call as we were flying through the air, “No more stowaway, Thieves!” Was he talking to us? No idea.
Luckily, Wose is small and is easy to disguise as an elf. She snuggled under Jilly and Rio. Rio shared the hot wings with her —- a Christmas miracle! Santa seemed less bothered when he saw the permission slip pinned to her coat.
When we arrived at WTAFP’s house, WTAFP was waiting at the door. We watched through the window as both men talked for a long time, about what, we don’t know. We did overhear with laughter sprinkled throughout their conversation:: “lovable,” “miscreants,” “we both know they’ve allegedly done a lot worse,” “don’t have to tell me,” “blame their upbringing,” “mama tried,” “liability,” “first offense,” “sign them for community service next year,” “it’s now tradition,” “Jilly off the naughty list with a warning,” “deal,” “he’s an evil pug,” “evil implies naughty list,” “do you really want a gassy pug on community service,” “didn’t think so,” “tight grip of Franklin’s collar,” “he won’t stowaway,” (this is where we heard Franklin whine, or was it Santa?)“give my best to Grizz when you drop off Wose,” and “same time next year?”
In conclusion, we checked ourselves into Mother Jail. WTAFP, no rush on bail…Friend has been baking and cooking and it smells delish!
You were very generous to Diana paw Prints and Freyja Grey.
They each got an appropriately sized Giggle ball and a new Lambchop stuffie to destroy.
I gave them the remains of my steak from last night. Today they’ll also get a bully stick and later some chicken jerky.
We’re not saying they circled the block with us a few times by air, be we are saying Santa had a sleigh full of stowaways…allegedly.
Hmm. That might be why the security cameras didn’t show them sleeping in their usual spots. Not until the sun came up at least.
It’s a snow dog! Not a cloud, so is there a name for figures in the snow?
Apparently it is still Pareidolia. Versatile word, that.
Greetings!
All I can say is what a night! Rio and the Thieves! sure know how to have a good time!
Merry Christmas to all!
Wait until New Years!
Merry Christmas, Friends!!! Quite an adventure from last night. Glad all’s well and everyone made it home. Thieves, thanks for including Reba and Jilly on your adventure. She needs her friends on this 1st Christmas without her sweetie. Hugs to her from North Texas.
Your House of Many Kats stowed away, but we barely made it down the block. Let’s just say, kats were involved and kat nip was eventually involved.
Santa and I did have a good conversation covering a multitude of sins, err subjects. He is a fine, jolly fellow. I think all is covered, but we will have to wait and see on a few things though. Some New Year’s resolution’s may be in order as well. I’m sure that I don’t need to worry about any New Year’s Eve hyjinks, right?
Hijinks? Us? No, no, no. Maybe the occasional cahoot, an alleged antic, a shenanigan here or there, perhaps a misdeed or ne’erdowelling. And, maybe we’ve been plagued by lapse in judgement leading to…things. But, hijinks? We’ve been hijinks free since…what is today, Thursday? Since…earlier today, but if let us get creative with our math and round up, not for a decade, give or take. It’s like you don’t even know us…wink!
You don’t need to worry about New Years Eve. How about if we stay checked in at Mother Jail where no trouble can be made and Plunderers blur here to ring in the new year by, er, quietly reading passages from the Bible? Now, if the Bible is perched on a pool floaty in the middle of a vat o’ beer, surely, we can’t be blamed for that. Beau has suggested we get baptized in several occasions. This could count.
As far as new year resolutions, how are these for a rough draft?
1) Get caught less;
2) be forgiven more;
3) role model of our Protege and her Accomplice how to do the first two;
4) get excused from Remedial Bible Study; and
5) restock WTAFPs retainer safe.
Party!….Wot a great Santa Sled Party!….snort!….Now New Years Eve will be incredible and much more than even the Thieves can imagine!…..gurgle!
Merry Christmas to All!….Hope everyone is safe and soundly at home and happily enjoying their new Christmas gifts!….chuffle!….We here are overwhelmed with the generosity bestowed upon us. Praise be to God for this glorious day…..snuffle!
We posted almost at the same time. You’ll see from our post, we may be hosting a New Year’s Eve something or other in Mother Jail. We’ll start making more room in Mother Jail so everyone can be comfortable. WTAFP is a great negotiator with Santa, but we have to do our part, too. We’ll arrange vats and platters to be delivered.
Slurp!…..That sounds Delish!….snort!….I will be there eating and drinking my fair share….snorke!…By the way, can I get my warm soft bed with all my toys back SOON!??….gruffle!
Sure, if you can convince our Protege and her Accomplice to wake up and get out of your pillow. No offense, pug, the smart money is on them staying put. They are small. Just move them around.
Move!….A Blast from behind me might awaken them….squeeze!…Get out of my warm and soft bed you bedazzalers….I will Huffle and Puffle and Blow youse outta there by golly….grunt!gurgle!
What a delightful thread! Thank you, Thieves, for introducing Jilly to your adventurous shenanigans. As Big Tiny noted, we were a bit blue this Christmas with dear HP having been blurred up to heaven. Reading these posts are just the ticket. Made me laugh out loud! I don’t usually encourage shenanigans, but these were just delightful. And appreciated! Glad everydog enjoyed the feast! Merry Christmas! Looking forward to New Years!
Jilly is a natural alleged mischief maker. Is it par of Jilly’s charm? Youse tell us.
If you’re open to encouraging shenanigans, perhaps we could persuade you could endorse our first draft of resolutions.
We were happy to introduce Jilly to the life of being lovable and miscreant. When our Lady was first invited to the blog, she was told to bring her imagination.
Our first big Plunderer shenanigan was the royal wedding. Correspondence was sent and responded to on just about every tree on palace grounds as were some amazing holes dug. We, the lot of us, made quite an impression on the Queen. You haven’t lived until you’re being chased by a guard trying to get his furry hat back from you. If memory serves, we promised to Rio home safely. And, if memory is foggy upon advice of our counsel, Rio may or may not have been left riding the conveyer at baggage claim overnight.
Don’t get us started on the secret missions. That’s when we knew we had arrived.
Oh, dear.
Perhaps I should just turn out the porch light and turn a blind eye to anything the Wonder Puppies might be up to on New Year’s Eve.
I’m going out to dinner again at the Kaiserhof. This time I am assured they have the correct reservation and I will be able to dine in my preferred room. (The quiet one.)
I’m still debating whether to wear my tiara. It is just rhinestones so now thieves need be involved. Plus you can’t eat rhinestones.
However I will be dressed in peacock blue. Can I be assured I will not be mistaken for any fowl, or foul for that matter. I know no on some cultures they eat peacocks and I would not like to feel a chomp on my pant leg for just dressing nicely.
Hear us out. Instead of turning a blind eye, swing by Mother Jail after your nice dinner with your eyes wide open. We can’t speak for anyone else, but we don’t eat peacocks. Will we get fur all over your duds? Absolutely. But eat, no.