Sunday Funnies ~ Edition 15

Sunday Funnies!

Where I share some of the funny stuff I came across on Facebook or Google this past week. 


One of my Favorite things to do!


Actually, not punching them, but maybe poking them in the eye


And you put it on the tray for them


Either the dog is dead or he is one good pooch


Oh hell, the way they love me, I’d be one skinny bitch  


They funny thing is…some folks still wont get this


Raise your hand if you sang it?



I don’t know if I should laugh or feel sorry for the poor little guy


Problem solved, find others that are as cracked as you!


Oh you know you do it too!


Ok, my favorite for the week

My sisters know it’s true

Have a great Sunday!!


~~~till we laugh again~~~

Sunday Funnies ~ Edition 8

Sunday Funnies Time!

Where I bring you pictures I came across on Facebook or Google through my weekly travels.


You know who you are


This curb was just so clever


More amazing graffiti


Last graffiti one.. some cool stuff people do


Time to pick on the stupid people


How fun would this be?


This one just cracked me up


Such a skerdy kat!


Not sure why they call me ButtFace


Guess he shouldn’t have been playing with them


Ok, time for my favorite of the week

Don’t be drinking milk cuz it will hurt coming out


Cracks me up!!!!!!!


Have a great Sunday everyone!!


~~~till we laugh again~~~

A Dog’s Unconditional Love

Thank you for all the kind words yesterday about my family’s loss of our dog Bingo yesterday.

Today has been a sad day as you can imagine. As I’ve said before, my dog was more of a shadow than anything. She followed me everywhere, especially in the morning as I got ready. Probably since she knew I would be leaving the house to go to work, she always wanted to stick close to me until I left.

As I walked out of bed and didn’t have to step over her, or when I showered when she normally laid on the mat waiting for me, I was sad knowing she would never be there again. I’m sure when I go home in a few hours, not being greeted by her at the front door will bring up that sadness as well. Her tail a wagging as she was so excited.

My goal this post is not to be sad, but to celebrate what many people have found in their lives. Our Pet’s are our family. Especially for those like myself that never had children. They become your children. Especially after 14 years together.

But a dog’s love is different. I love cats, but they are independent and can have an attitude at times. But that is part of their charm.

A dog however, they only want to love you and for you to love them back.

They just want to let you know that they will always be there for you…

They teach us to just relax and let the wind blow in our fur I mean hair and enjoy the ride…

Thank you to those of you that shared your story of a lost pet and for those of you who shared that you recognize that your beloved “child” is nearing the end as well.

Fill your heart with happy memories. Sure they might make you sad, but even in death, our dogs continue to show us the love they had for us. All you have to do is revisit these memories.




~~~till we laugh again~~~

I’ll Miss You Bingo Dauber

Our Bingo Dauber

A few months ago I wrote a post about my Bingo Dauber, my 14-year-old black lap. (My Bingo Dauber Should Have Been a Shadow).  I spoke about how for years she followed me every where. Yes, even into the bathroom. If I moved more than 3 feet, she goes with me.

For 14 years she has met me at the door when I came home.

I wrote about how we knew her time with us was slowly coming to an end. Walking for her became more and more difficult. She could barely push-off her hind legs to stand up.

Last night she couldn’t stand at all. No matter how hard she tried. I stayed up with her all night making sure she could drink, she could go to the bathroom, etc. If I tried to move that three feet, she would try to scoot to me if she couldn’t stand.

I would lift her hind legs, to get her up, then she could walk a few feet. But then she would sit once again. Her and I did this all night long ~~ 2am, 5am, 7am, the time ticked away. My little girl was not feeling well and I was wanted to be there for her.

The hardest thing over the past few months has been knowing that mentally she was still feeling like a spry little pup. Her body however, has had different plans.

As we lifted her dead weight of 89 lbs into the car so we could take her to the vet, my heart was heavy as I knew deep down what was probably going to happen.

The doctor confirmed that while other medicines might help relieve the pain, her hind legs were too atrophied and she would probably never stand or walk again.


Today, we laid our Bingo Dauber to Rest. She no longer is in pain. She is running around and doing all the things she loved for so many years.

Through our sadness we will hold on to the love, the laughter, the great memories we have had over the past 14 years. As you know, even when you know the time is coming, you always feel you have a few more months.

Those of you that read my blog, know this is usually the spot where I spring some joke or “gotcha” moment. I wish that was the case today. I wish my baby was still here. But today I had to let her go….

We will miss you Bingo …. but we know you are no longer in pain and you are running like you use too. When we think of you we will always smile at the great memories we had together.

We also know you will always be in our hearts and you will be the first one to greet us when we cross to the other side years from now.

OMG, I Think She Might Be A Masochist!

Just when you think you know someone, you realize that you don’t.

It’s been 12 years, and I never really connected the dots.

Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning!

As I was giving her what she wanted, I thought

“OMG, I think she might be a masochist!”

How had I not realized this before? How did I miss all the signs?


I guess the first sign should have been the way she pushed her neck so hard into my hand or foot.

I swear she loves how it cuts off her air and she gags.

Having me do this night after night until I’m exhausted!

Then I think of all the odd cuts or scars she shows up with. Never complaining. Not even a peep. Not even the time she had a silver dollar size opening in her skin. Nothing. zilch, nada.

Even when visiting the Dr she let’s them poke and prod her. No flinching when the long needles come out.

She even insists on the anal temperature probe. Is that sadness I see when they stop???

If I’m honest, I swear she gets excited by the thought of pain.

Yes, my baby loves to be hurt. And she really loves it when I’m the one inflicting it I think.

I’m not quite sure how I feel about this new-found discovery.

But I do know, that nothing will stop me from loving her.



My Masochist Girl Loves Pain

How can you not love her?



~~~till we laugh again~~~

My Bingo Should Have Been a Shadow

This is my baby, her name is Bingo. Why Bingo? I’ve always thought it would be funny to have a dog named Bingo so I could sing – B I N G O and Bingo was her name-o.   😀

Bingo is almost 14 years old. Her momma was a Dalmatian and her daddy was a Chow. Yet, she looks just like a Black Lab. So for years we have just told people she is a black lab. Although she is a little thicker in the middle like a chow and has the chow black spotted tongue. But her looks and personality are of a black lab so that is what has stuck.

Bingo is an awesome dog. Greatest personality and temperament. And knowing that she is in her final years makes me really sad. Each day it is hard watching her age. The grey on her muzzle has grown so much, her hips are going out more and more and some days your heart breaks as you know she wishes she could run the big back yard like she use too.

For years she has been the first one to greet me when I come home. She gets so excited to see me and that makes me smile no matter how bad my day may have been.

For years I have called her Shadow because she follows me everywhere. And I mean everywhere. If I move more than 10 feet from her or round a corner she gets up and follows me. Even in her advancing years and the pain I know it must cause her, she still gets up. Even though I tell her not too.

I wish we could see in the future when we name our animals. Normally I wait a few weeks to see a little of the personality but even I wouldn’t have guess that 14 years later she would still be my Shadow.

Then again, it is fun yelling out Bingo when I’m trying to call her (now that is funny all on it’s own especially if you play bingo which I do occasionally). And when I’m really playing with her, I call her Bingo Dauber. (more bingo inside humor).

Today Shadow, I mean Bingo was making me smile which is why I was inspired for today’s post. I was in the shower and heard a big thump. Looking through the glass I could only smile because today like almost every other day, she came in and plopped down on the mat while I showered. And I realized how with each passing year, soon I will get out of the shower and she will not be there. But I will have wonderful memories for years to come of my baby girl following me everywhere.


~~~till we laugh again~~~


We Were Adopted By the Neighbor’s Dog

We moved to our house about 8 years ago. Shortly there after, the neighbor’s dog “adopted” us. But if you knew her, you’d know it was more like she “took over”.

As I have mentioned before, we live on the outskirts of our small town on a dirt lot. There is a house in front of us, two on the one side and one down the dirt road. We have two dogs and at the time we moved in, I was foolish enough to think I could seal off the 3 acres with a chain link fence. For the record, chain link on a dirt ground really means keep people out, but not stray dogs. (or keep yours in).

Being the good parents we are, we have a dog door so our “kids” can come and go potty anytime they want (aka – we don’t want to get up to let them go out 80 times a day). Now Arizona can get some awesome thunderstorms and a few weeks into living here, we had a big storm. That was the first time we met Nahla. How did we meet? Well, it turns out Nahla is deathly afraid of thunder. The night of the storm, she scared the crap out of us as we watched TV. We heard the dog door flap (even though both our dogs were sitting right next to us), next thing we knew, there was Nahla running into the room and hiding behind the chairs. We were like “what the …”

There was no budging this German Shepard either. She was scared to death. To make a long story short, we discovered she was the neighborhood dog. While technically she belonged to the neighbor across the dirt, she typically roamed the road traveling from house to house. But for some reason we became her #1 hangout (I’m pretty sure it’s because we were the only foolish ones to not kick her out).

Now one would think her true owners would seek her out. Not really. We figured out pretty quickly that she wasn’t allowed in her house (yes, even when it was 115 degrees outside or storming). It wasn’t until years later that they even acknowledged that they felt semi bad (but not really) that she “bothered” us. Never once did they drop off dog food or treats (yes, she pretty much eats here too).

The sad part is, she is an excellent indoor dog. For being outside pretty much all the time, she is amazingly house trained. For the most part, she lays next to the other dogs for hours. She can be pushy tho. If the other dogs are getting petted, she demands equal pet time. While our dogs know to walk off when we are done, not Nahla. She just stands there like you just needed a few minutes of rest and will start back up momentarily.

Nahla, isn’t good at sharing and acts like an only child sometimes. If either of the other two dogs come up to be petted, Nahla will try and cut them off. Or she will push her head in like she was cutting into the dance.

And petting Nahla isn’t easy. She has glaucoma in her eyes and they are all jacked up. Gives me the heebee jeebees’ (mean I know but it’s the truth – its gross looking and I have an eye phobia – tell ya about that some other time)

Each night I come home, she is usually waiting on our porch for me. On the rare occasions she isn’t, she has learned the sound of my truck and comes dashing over (almost getting hit a few times when I don’t’ see her). Then she knows my routine. I come inside with her in tow. I always walk over to the dog treats to give my “girls” their jerky or bones. She is the most aggressive of the three, and tests my patience some days. It is the only time she acts like this. I have her wait till last, teaching her patience but if she could, she would rip the treat out of the other two dogs mouths and still expect her own.

As I type this, she has boldly laid down on my greyhound’s pillows. Taking her life into her own hands (No one lays on Tia’s pillows). Soon Tia will wander in here and we will try to protect Nahla’s life by reminding her to get up. Usually she realizes her death defying transgression and moves.

As time has gone on, Nahla pretty much comes in at night and stays until mid morning, then hangs outside for a few hours (I assume checking out the other neighbors treats or food offerings) and then heads back “home” to us. With each passing year, she stays longer and longer. By now we think of her as our third dog. She just acts like the 23 year old kid that moved out but seems to hang out at their parents all the time. Eating their food, using their stuff and then disappearing whenever they want.

We’ve come to love her, so has all our family that visits. She provides us as much entertainment and love as our dogs and it looks like she isn’t going anywhere after the 8 years. If we ever move, I wonder if we take her with us, if her “real” owners would even realize she is gone. I guess someday we will find out.

Oh, and for the record, every storm Nahla still comes in and hides behind the chairs, turns out she feels safer here than anywhere.

~~~till we laugh again~~~

Caption Time! What do you see?

OK, let’s have some fun.

I saw this picture and cracked up laughing. Hopefully you will get a smile as well.

So, today’s post will be short and sweet.

Remember our mission. A smile, a laugh, a chuckle a day. Even if it is a small one.

As for the picture, I’m not sure if the dog is trying to lick the puppies or if the puppies knocked him down and started to tie him down thinking he was Gulliver.

Here are two captions to get us going…

  • He looks into the lens and screams…. Help Me.
  • Puppy says… Funny, he doesn’t smell like Fabreeze…

Feel free to come up with a few of your own to help others laugh…I might even add a few of my own.

~~~till we laugh again~~~

Fun with Fido…

A few years ago I bought someone I cared for a little tiny stuffed dog and named it Fido.

Later that year, this person had to spend a few months away from home to help their mom who had been hurt in an accident.

So while they were away Fido and I thought we would send pictures from home to help with a daily smile.

Here are a few of the pictures I took.

As you can see, it was just something fun. I encourage you to do something similar for someone you know that could use a smile.

I had a blast doing it and wish I would have kept it going.

Maybe I can start it up again.

Hmm, wonder where Fido is now?  Here Fido, Fido….. Now where is that fluffy sucker hiding…..



Yep, hiding in a cup….. Silly dog….

~~~~till we laugh again~~~

What’s Your Pet’s Ritual?

Sexy Tia Girl

Does your pet have a funny ritual? One that makes you laugh each and every time they do it? Mine does.

I have two dogs – Bingo and Tia. And I’m sure I will share things about them through this year, cuz they both make me laugh (not to mention the neighbors dog who thinks she is ours but  that is a story for another day).

Tia is a greyhound. She is the one pictured here. She does two things that just make me laugh my butt off. The first one is this, laying on her back, with her legs in the air like she is model for GQ Pups. She feels so sexy. (yes, she has told me so).

But even funnier than this is her ritual with her doggie pillows. This girl is spoiled. We have like 3 pillows on the ground. She rarely lets any other dog on them and they know they are her’s. She must give permission. But what is hilarious is the way she will literally fluff the pillows with her legs and move them into the perfect position. She sometimes will move all three on top of each other, or if she wants one, she will move the others out of her way. After several minutes of maneuvering them just right, she then will walk around and then plop down with her head atop her new creation.

I was going to add a short video clip but looks like I haven’t that capability quite yet. So you will just have to use your imagination. It is pretty funny.

Hmmm, I wonder if it would be sick to get her one of those pillow pets?? Part her own pet, part pillow…. I wonder if they have a greyhound one just so I could say it’s her kid or something….

So…. What is your pet’s funny ritual???


~~~~~Till we laugh again~~~~