Taking inventory

Hey, what's up dogs?  If you remember, last week my human took me to the craft store to get...something.  And...well, I left you wondering what we brought home.  

I apologize for the cliffhanger.  Today we'll go through the haul together and end the suspense.  Are you ready? 

Okay, here we go...

Hmmm.  Looks like some yarn in many different bright colors.  Perhaps my human is planning another crochet project.  

Uh-oh.  When she crochets, I'm usually the victim of her schemes. 

Here are some "foxy" notecards and a stamp to match.  This would make a very nice present.  If only I knew whom to send it to...

Well, I guess that's all for...wait a minute.  There's something else in the bottom of the bag. 

What's this???....

Are those what I think they--

Hey, wait!  Bring that back!  I'm not done looking at it yet!  

 

...Huh.  My human seems flustered.  I wonder why?

Till next time!

A trip to the craft store.

Hey, what's up, dogs?  Yesterday my pet human announced that she was going on a field trip, and that I could tag along.  I wonder where we're going?


Oh, it's the craft store.  She always enjoys coming here, but she doesn't usually bring me along.  

Time to play!

Fabulous, dah-ling.  Let's do lunch.

 

 

I've got my EYE on you!

 

Wow, this place is great. But it's huge.  My paws got sore and I needed a break, so my human dropped me off in a nice comfy spot to let me rest.

 

Ahhh. Nice and soft!  

Now I wonder what my human came to this store to get?...

Till next time!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Therapy session

Guten Tag, my friends, und vellcome.  My name iz Professor Dogmund Freud, Dogtor of Psychology.  
 

 

Perhaps you haf heard of my rezearch?  I am most famous for my verk vith Pavlov's dogs.  Many of zees poor dogs haf asked me to help them reverse the effects of Pavlov's initial trainingk, so that they no longer drool when a bell ringks.  Can you imagine-- every time a bell ringks, you drool uncontrollably!  A terrible thingk, ja?...

  

But I digress.  Today it seemz I haf a new client.  He has graciously agreed to allow recordingk of zis session, as he hopes ozers vill benefit from his experience.

So, Mr...Spunky, is it?  How can I help you today?

"Well, Doc...this is a new experience for me.  I've never seen a therapist before.  I feel...shy."

I understand.  Zat is a perfectly normal reaction.  

"But I really need to talk to somebody about what's been going on over the last few weeks.  It's just been so...overwhelming..."   

I see.  Vell, vhy don't you lie down and get comfortable, und vee'll start from the beginningk? Anytime you're ready.

"Well, Doc, it started a couple of weeks ago, when I found out for the first time that I have three long-lost brothers."

My goodness.  That must haf been quite a shock. 

"It was!  And not only that...but we're identical.  Same ears, same fur, same eyebrows...we all look the same!"

Zat zeems to bother you.

"Well, yes!  I  mean, for most of my life, I thought I was special and unique."

I see.  So you feel that you are less unique now?

"Kind of, I guess."

Zis may zeem off-topic, but tell me about your hobbies.  

 

"Well, I like to listen to opera.  Mostly Poochini.  And anything sung by Luciano Poodlerotti or Placido Dogmingo." 

Und vat what do your brothers like to do?

"Well, one of them is an electrician, so I guess he plays with circuits and wires.  Another one is a paranormal investigator, so I guess he hunts ghosts.  And the last one...I don't know what he does.  He doesn't talk much.  Maybe he's a professional mime."

Vell.  It zounds to me as though your interests are quite different from your ziblings'.

"I guess..."

So even though the four of you look the same on the outside, you are certainly different on the inside, ja?

"...Huh.  I never thought of it that way before."

Vat makes you special is not on the outside, Spunky.  It's vat's inside that makes you unique.  

"Yeah.  Wow, thanks, Doc.  I feel much better already."

Das ist gut.  Vee are making progress.  Vell, ve're almost out of time for today...vee vill continue this another time, ja?  Call me if you need me...

Spunky's siblings

(Hey, what's up, dogs?  

According to his last comment, Little Fox is about to die of curiosity, so today we're continuing the saga of Spunky's siblings. And yes, Little Fox, the purpose of the electrical cord will finally be revealed.

Previously on Droop's Scoop...)

"Um," Spunky said.  "Well, maybe you can at least introduce yourselves?  That way, we won't have to call you 'Left Dog' or 'Middle Dog'?"

"That's a great idea," said Left Dog.  "I'll go first.  I'm Sparky.  I'm an electrician."

 

"And I'm Spooky," said Middle Dog.  "I'm a paranormal investigator."

  

Right Dog remained silent.

"And what's your name?" Spunky asked.  "Spikey?  Or maybe Sporky?"

  

"Nah, this is Bill," said Sparky.   

"He doesn't talk much," said Spooky.

"I can see that," said Spunky.

Bill remained silent.

"Okay, bros," Spooky said.  "Spunky looks tired.  We should head back to the hotel and let him rest.  It's been a very eventful day for him."

"I agree," Sparky said.  "It was so good to see you again, Spunky!  We'll be in touch, okay?"

Bill just nodded. 

"Uh...yeah...okay," Spunky agreed.

 And with that, they left.

...Which brings us back to the present:  Spunky's nervous breakdown.

"I can't believe it!" he wailed.  "Why didn't anyone ever tell me?  All this time I thought I was an only dog!"

Poor Spunky.  This has been quite a shock to his system.  I wonder if he needs some professional help to get through this psychological trauma.  Maybe the Dog Whisperer or....or...

...wait....

 
...Aha!  I know exactly who can help him.  I'm going to call and make an appointment right now.  Stay tuned!

Till next time!

A shock for Spunky, part 2

Hey, what's up, dogs?

(Previously on Droop's Scoop...Spunky was surprised by some familiar faces.  Here's what happened next.)

* * *

..."W-w-who are you?" Spunky sputtered.

"We're your brothers!"  the dog on the left said.

"But I don't have any brothers!" Spunky exclaimed.

The dog in the middle said, "Well, you might not remember us, because we were separated when we were very young.  But rest assured, we're your littermates."

"No doubt about that," said Left Dog.  

"Just look at the resemblance!" said Middle Dog.

The dog on the right stayed silent.

"Wow," Spunky said.  "This is...a lot to take in.  I'm going to need some time to process."

"No problem," said Left Dog.

"Understandable," said Middle Dog.

The dog on the right stayed silent.


"Um," Spunky said.  "Well, maybe you can at least introduce yourselves?  That way, we won't have to call you 'Left Dog' or 'Middle Dog?"

"That's a great idea," said Left Dog.  "Let's do that in the next post, shall we?..."

(to be continued)