Monthly Archives: November 2013

HRH

Posted on November 28, 2013 by Ginny O'Donnell

I dunno. Maybe the National Dog Show got me to humming new lyrics to Royals. I cracked myself up. So I want to crack you up, too…

I’ve never seen a Royal in the flesh

I cut my teeth on Queens and Kings in the movies

And I don’t growl when I’m distressed

With this torn up towel

No dog bed envy

But every song’s like

Big ears

Long snoot

Napping in the bathroom

Short legs

Long tongue

Shedding in the bedroom

We don’t care, we’re chasing Cadillacs in our dreams

But everybody’s like

Rawhides

Squeak toys

Runnin’ on a dog beach

Milkbones

Groomers

Embroidery on my dog leash

We don’t care, we’re not caught up in your fancy chair

And we’ll never be corgis (corgis)

They love to run and dig in mud

That kind of fluff is just their butt

We crave a different kind of ruff

Let me be your lap dog

You can call me Queen P

And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule

Let me live like Pixie.

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Devil’s Food Chocolate…

Posted on November 12, 2013 by Ginny O'Donnell

There’s no way I am posting a photo of the minutes-ago incident that inspired this ginnygram. This Kiss will stand in very nicely.

When Ginger was four, Santa brought her a Sheltie puppy. Our first family dog. And we proceeded to paper train the pup in the kitchen.

Why I was decorating cookies after Christmas, and why I was using store-bought tubes of icing, I’ll never remember. But as I piped out a squidge of chocolate icing, the devil with his little bitty pitchfork settled on my shoulder and giggled in my ear.

“Squirt some of that dark chocolate on the kitchen floor.”

I did.

And I called for my little daughter, “Ginger, come in the kitchen right now! Your puppy has pooped on the floor!”

(Like I would ever make a four-year-old clean up puppy-doo.)

But Ginger apparently felt a sense of duty (great word choice) and hustled to the kitchen and studied the ‘doo.

I said, very seriously, “I’m pretty sure it is ‘doo.” And I swiped it up with my bare finger and popped into my mouth.

“Yup, it’s ‘doo all right.”

“DAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYYYYY!!!!!!” et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

We’re headed home to Danville for my mother’s birthday in a couple of days. We’re bringing Pixie and new-puppy Boo. There’ll be a few children at the party. And there’ll be cake.

I think I may have some leftover chocolate icing, don’t you?