Showing posts with label Grandkid Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grandkid Stories. Show all posts

Monday, August 22, 2011

Skunked


"I don't know what all the uproar is about,  I was just trying to make friends with a  stranger...  who happened to look a little like me.....now no one will let me in the house, or pick me up or touch me.... and I heard them saying they were going to give me a bath in Vinegar... ewwww"  





As an up-date,  I have a new de-skunking formula that works far better than vinegar.  Click the link

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Snoopy and the Great Pumpkin, or Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater, or Shorty and the Pumpkin Caper

In the  quiet  little town of Pumpkinville,

where neighbors show they care by giving pumpkins to each other.


There lived a short, little, black and white dog named "Shorty", aka "Shorty Jo", aka "Short Cake", aka "Shorts",  aka "Taz", " aka "Katrina" (as in the hurriane), aka "The Shortseneger".

This little dog was loved by all, and was well known throughout the land for her adorableness, She had the  ability to jump over buildings in a single bound.  She leaped like a deer and flew like a flying squirrel, and was often admired for this great feat except when she jumped on the car, after which she was  sent to bed with no supper.  Inspite of her mishaps with the law, she was still a jolly dog, and brought much cheer to the family she belonged to.

One dark and mysterious day, however, when the leaves were blowing, and the darkness prevailed upon the land, a pumpkin was discovered in the carport, with a chunk eaten out of it. 
And if that were not enough, to bring dismay upon the hearts of the people, it was discovered that the baby pumpkin was missing, causing quite an uproar in the house.
Mama looked high and low for the baby pumpkin but could not find it.  She was very sad.
The saddest thing of all was when Mama realized that her little "Short Cake" had the smell of pumpkin on her breath, and strangely appeared to be wearing orange lipstick.
Mama followed "Little Shortseneger" as she crept around the yard,  to the front.
What she saw there filled her heart with such pain, she could hardly breathe.

What about the pumpkin pie?, the pumpkin torte?, the pumpkin bread?, the pumpkin pancakes?, the pumpkin soup?, the pumpkin casserole?

Poor Little Katrina,
she had to stay in the Kennel until after the final pie was baked.
And like the 3 little kittens who lost their mittens, She could have no pie.

Because our story takes place in the land of Pumpkinville, there must always be a happy ending,  and this story is no exception. This is what happened; Shorty Jo's very best friend came and encouraged her and talked to her very sincerely about staying away from pumpkins altogether.
And to be honest, except for a few stems, Shorty Jo never did eat another pumpkin... at least, I don't think she did.