Don't you worry, Mr. J, we, your loyal and loving readers, will make sure you're well taken care of!
Norma, if you put Mr. J (and his toys) in the car and drive down to Manchester (I'm trying to find a midway point) I'll take the poor thing off your hands, you unfeeling person, and give him a nice home. He and Tux the cat (also known as Mr. T) can hang out together and make us smile and laugh hourly. Of course, after the dog gets done chasing the cat, and the cat chasing the dog, I might not have much house left! I wonder which one is bigger...
Mr Jeffries, its a poor hard life you lead! It breaks my heart to learn how sorely neglected you are! Someone should call the cops (and tell them to come quick ... with more squeaky toys. It's an emergency! Hurry!)
Oh my goodness - what a face!
Well, J-man, if you visit us, Xena will play and play and play with you.
She'll play tug, chase you, teach you to bark at the deer, show you how to scam for treats and MORE! So, come on down!
I'd be right there with ya buddy, if I weren't so far away... I am on the left coast and you are on the right, and it's a big deal to even send you a doggie cookie. Sorry 'bout that!
Norma is a hard-hearted bitch. There can be no other explanation for this situation. You, my sweet little darlin', could come live with me. Except that would cause my divorce, and we can't have that.
Mr J, We'll play with you!! Our mom is sooooo mad at us. Something about the brand new couch. Seems she's mad that we played tug of war with the new pillows before she even got to see the couch. She's such a control freak sometimes! We just love to see that white stuff come out of things.....
XOXO Cozy and Bo
Norma, your heart must be cold and stony indeed. How could ANYONE resist Mr. Jeffries?
Posted by: Joan | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 06:38 AM
Mr J, come on over to my house you cutie!
Posted by: Geri | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 06:51 AM
What a face!
Posted by: gayle | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 07:19 AM
But, A Alpha HAS to work Mr. Jeffries. Without money there are no squeaky toys or pretty coats. You can come to St. Louis. We'll take care of you;-P
Posted by: cindycindy | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 07:31 AM
Norma - you must be super busy to be able to resist that face.
Mr. Jeffries - sure I'll play with you!
Posted by: Renee | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 07:40 AM
Oh, poor poor puppy!
Posted by: Marilyn | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 07:56 AM
Mr. J -- you are simply Too Cute for Words!
Posted by: Kym | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 08:12 AM
I wish your puppy could hang out with mine - they'd entertain each other and leave us in peace! :)
Posted by: (formerly) no-blog-rachel | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 08:23 AM
Poor, poor Mr. Jeffries. I bet no one has given you any attention for about five minutes. Such a sad, neglected little puppy.
Posted by: Jean E. | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 08:27 AM
I think you should get him a baby puppy for a companion. Or, let me borrow him for a couple of weeks.
Posted by: Adelaide | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 08:35 AM
Don't you worry, Mr. J, we, your loyal and loving readers, will make sure you're well taken care of!
Norma, if you put Mr. J (and his toys) in the car and drive down to Manchester (I'm trying to find a midway point) I'll take the poor thing off your hands, you unfeeling person, and give him a nice home. He and Tux the cat (also known as Mr. T) can hang out together and make us smile and laugh hourly. Of course, after the dog gets done chasing the cat, and the cat chasing the dog, I might not have much house left! I wonder which one is bigger...
Posted by: Leslie | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 08:49 AM
My puppy has similar complaints, so I'm afraid I wouldn't be much help to you. I've got two teen aged boys for him to play with. That helps!
Posted by: LaurieM | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 09:03 AM
Mr Jeffries, its a poor hard life you lead! It breaks my heart to learn how sorely neglected you are! Someone should call the cops (and tell them to come quick ... with more squeaky toys. It's an emergency! Hurry!)
Posted by: Joannah | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 09:58 AM
Mr J, you are welcome to come to our house for a playcation. I have three kids who would LOVE to entertain you.
Posted by: Mary Fran | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 10:28 AM
Norma-really if you weren't soooo busy touching and feeling forbidden items you would have more time for Mr. Jeffries!
Posted by: tayloe | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 11:04 AM
Mr. J., come visit Coco. She'll play with you all day long!
Posted by: beverly | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 11:10 AM
Poor baby boy. Maybe it would help if you took a little nap.
Posted by: Beebs | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 12:28 PM
Oh my goodness - what a face!
Well, J-man, if you visit us, Xena will play and play and play with you.
She'll play tug, chase you, teach you to bark at the deer, show you how to scam for treats and MORE! So, come on down!
Posted by: Diane | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 04:23 PM
Hey little puppy pooper. I have 2 wonderful kitties that would LOVE to eat you...erm....PLAY with you!
:)
LXLX
Posted by: sandy | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 04:41 PM
Three words, little man:
Slow pitch machine!
Posted by: Cookie | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 04:54 PM
Well sure, let's go! :^D
Posted by: marianne | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 05:44 PM
i would love to keep you company mr jeffries
the moon is still kinda of full you can lead me
down the garden path any old time
lil ol pudding pie
Posted by: elizabeth a airhart | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 06:03 PM
I'd be right there with ya buddy, if I weren't so far away... I am on the left coast and you are on the right, and it's a big deal to even send you a doggie cookie. Sorry 'bout that!
Posted by: Birdsong | Tuesday, October 06, 2009 at 08:50 PM
Norma is a hard-hearted bitch. There can be no other explanation for this situation. You, my sweet little darlin', could come live with me. Except that would cause my divorce, and we can't have that.
Posted by: claudia | Wednesday, October 07, 2009 at 08:12 AM
0000000000000 catch the ball mr jeffries oooooooooooo
lil ol pudding pie loves to play ball
Posted by: elizabeth a airhart | Wednesday, October 07, 2009 at 02:22 PM
Mr J, We'll play with you!! Our mom is sooooo mad at us. Something about the brand new couch. Seems she's mad that we played tug of war with the new pillows before she even got to see the couch. She's such a control freak sometimes! We just love to see that white stuff come out of things.....
XOXO Cozy and Bo
Posted by: Judy | Wednesday, October 07, 2009 at 07:48 PM