Ok quick update from last week. Believe it or not it was very uneventful. After duct tapeing Wembleys butt closed and fitting one of Mrs. Tboggs ball gags (don’t ask just let it go) over his head it was a very quite evening. Guess i got all coked-up for nothing.

Well Mr. & Mrs. TBogg aren’t home yet and i got scalped at the casino plus the boyz are all tucked in, time to call it a nite. By the way , i think Wembly is gay. I haven’t seen this much dick lickin since those vacation photos of John Travolta in the Bahamas. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Just sayin.(wink wink)

Oh pulize!!! Now your politicizing Ben & Jerrys ice cream? You must be a fun date. Commie bastard!

Or as i like to call it “the ass of God herself”

nope. Probably the Taylor Swift/Jewell posters on the wall.

No more underwear. Everybody now goes commando. Hence the sad look on their little pointy faces.

Ha Ha!! Jokes on Tbogg! Split the pint o Ben & Jerrys between the boyz, locked them in the bedroom, headin out to the casino. Talk to ya tomorrow bro. Happy trails!

Just watched the video, i don’t know why. Two months of therapy down the drain. Didn’t recogize the bedroom at first. You must have taken all the puppypads down that i taped up on the walls and furniture and everywhere else for that matter. That’s right, show your minnions the pure white bedding. Make me look like a liar. It’s all a conspiracy against me by the long-eared ones. Oh crap! The flashbacks are starting again! Gotta go.

Ah yes “The Week from Hell II: The Final Chapter: Wembleys Revenge”. I am 58 years old and have never been beaten down and demoralized by a semi-small animal as i was last week. It got to the point where i dreaded leaving my home to return to Wembleys House of Horrors. I guess it’s fear of the unknown. Of course there was one constant, the daily little pile of Wembley poop just inside the front door. It simply was his way of saying “Welcome home, bitch!”. I do love the boyz, but if my brother has any thoughts of leaving town again he better have a one-way ticket!

P.S. He wasn’t in Hawaii he was up north shootin moose with Sarah & Todd because the L&T Casey actually graduated from Anchorage St. University. It’s all been a sham. Sorry to disappoint ya’ll.

Yeah i remember waking up one morning to that lovely sight six inches from my face a couple of weeks ago. Good times!

Oops that guy just grabbed Trigg in his Thanksgiving turkey costume.

What the fuck is that guy in the background doing with that turkey? Is that a turkey chipper? Quit looking at the camera you dumbass you’re distacting us from Sarah’s moment.

Yes you are!

Don’t be fooled. It’s the calm before the shit storm.

Okay now that my meds have kicked in I feel I need to clarify a couple of things. I love Wembley. I think he’s the best looking Basset I’ve ever seen. Just don’t let that innocent face fool you like it did me. He’s devious, malicious, calculating and manipulative. I know, I know ” He’s a puppy”. No he’s not! He’s more like SUPERPUPPY. Look, I grew up around large dogs, German Shorthairs and Golden Retrievers. Wembley has them all beat in the waste disposal dept. And on top of it all he’s freakin strong. I’m sure the neighbors got a good laugh as Fenway and Wembley drug me down the street and actually one time put me on my back starring at the clouds. Embarrassed? Yep! Over the years I’ve read numerous stories of animals living for weeks without food or water, I may have to conduct my on test come December.

I meant “strategically”. I’m not drunk or stooopid i’m just a little woozey. Did i mention the poop and the peeing?

As the alleged brother I am here to tell you the stories are true and then some. Wembley ( or as i like to call him “chucky”) was out to get me. It got personal. How else am i rationalize the stratically placed turd that bore the full weight of my foot only to ooze between my toes. Or the mauling of my cellphone the minute my back was turned. Or the constant pooping and peeing, oh god all the pooping and peeing. Not to mention 8 nites of being the meat in a basset sandwich while trying to sleep. By Tuesday i was praying the next day was Saturday. I was a broken man. But we will do this again in December when my brother leaves for the graduation of the L&T Casey. Why you ask … because he is my brother and i mostly have to love him. I have to go now, the nice lady in the white coat is here with my little cup of pills.

P.S. Did I mention all the pooping and peeing?