Pooties love fish. And some of them are a little confused about today's celebration in France...I tried to explain that Bastille and Bass Steal are not the same things, but you know pooties. They get an idea in their furry little heads and nothing can shift it!
So...we are left to celebrate the newly minted Bass Steal Dai. Yeah. Good luck with that one, kids. I know a few fishermen who will take exception to your shenanigans. Me? I say "Go for it!" But that's my default position in life....otherwise known as "Do it like ya mean it..."
A mention of how we do things here....
Please:
1. Be nice to each other.
2. No trolling the diary; we deal harshly with trolls if pushed.
3. If you hate pootie diaries, leave now...no harm, no foul.
4. Share any and all pootie/woozle photos or issues that you would like. When it comes to problems, we may just have someone with experience who can help.
5. Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. This is a place to relax and play...please treat it accordingly.
6. There is no such thing as stealing a photo around here.
DIARIST'S NOTE: I heard from our swampyankee....her laptop has died on her, probably for the last time. She's had issues with it for quite some time, but kept struggling along with it. If anyone has an old laptop they can donate or other ideas, please let TPQ know. swampyankee is on a fixed income and does not have the extra money to buy a new laptop; it is her one link to the outside world, and to us here at PWB Peeps. Thanks, in advance.
These are not bass. They are not stolen. They are not French. But they are flippin' gorgeous, and I could not resist showing them off!
This is not a bass, nor a pootie, nor French, neither. He reminds me so much of The Man...I cannot resist those eyes. You may admire, but he is very definitely...mine. ;-D
Pretty in pink...
This is not a bass, neither; I suggest we not try to steal it. I think he bites!
Yeah, I know...didn't make sense to me, either....
Ummm.....this is not how we go bass fishin'. Just sayin' dude.
Yer a little cutie...but I don't think the bass will come to you...
No, baby....you cannot hang out with the big kids! Don't you realise you're too little, yet?
Well, that's just rude! Go to your room, youngster!
Yeah, yeah....well, I told you to leave the fish alone!!
OK, honey....if you say so....
Doood!! Get outta mai toona!!
There's always one....isn't there. siiiiigh
So, while the family is out...fishing...we'll have our semi-annual fire drill....
Make it a good one, kids...I' hope to be here when this posts, but if not...I'll be along directly. Play like you mean it...dance in the aisles...sing like you know what yer doin'...go for it! :-)
Keep the flirting down until I get here....m'kay?
Scritchies, snorffles, smoochies, and puuurrrrrrs,
Marti and HisLordshipOfSnooze
P.S. For the record, this is the Bastille....