Wordless Wednesday

Art History II

Wordless Wednesday

Art History I

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Celebrating one year of being me. 

Just the night before there was a great discussion about the 'no dogs on the table rule', but there I am trotting around on the table in the family birthday hat. I wasn't able to wear it long enough to fully understand the magic it possesses, and I'll have to wait a whole year to wear it again. Now I understand why Gromit was so excited to see it again he couldn't resist trying to nibble it off my head (which is how I ended up on the table for some photos).

My birthday was lacking a cake but we did get some more liver treats, which will have to do. There were no sausages or wieners either, for which I will file a letter of complaint. The day before was filled with vegetables falling to the floor, including a large chunk of cucumber and a great number of peas. All the leftovers from Mother's day overwhelmed the fridge allowing for no more additions to the feast. Instead I was given a long red long-doggie stuffy (photos to follow) to interrogate, and a new polka dot leash (Mum says all the tough guys have them) which will allow me to extend the same distance as Gromit and Claire on our leash-walks. I've been promised special sausages in my honour "some day soon"...pfft.

A few days ago we went to the Tree Farm where I continued to collect geomatic data for my secret project. The place is a labyrinth for the curious and brave explorer such as me. 

Many sticks were taken into custody by Claire, and barked at be myself and Gromit.

I covered most of the enchanted forest with my luck dragon, 

though Claire though we were merely playing a game of capture the flag..

The maps will follow.

Sincerely,
Mr. Mustard

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There were three of us (dogs) to the one duck. A pink duck at that, given to Claire for Easter. It was easily captured... too easily. It remains with us, now unstuffed having revealed everything he knew. Unfortunately we didn't learn anything we don't already know about stuffed ducks. It turns out pink ducks are rather dumb, not very capable, and are generally only of interest for their looks.

I took it upon myself to take this ridiculous, gorgeous beast back to my new baby blue bed

(Mum says all the tough guys have them).

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him...

..and nibbled upon his beak.

If caught in the act always look your most innocent. It always works for me.

I returned Claire's duck (she might have taken it from me) but I have had it in my possession since. Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

Along with my new blue bed, I was also given a set of keys of which I can only have to examine while we are confined to our dog condos. The puzzles continue to keep me sharp, and on top of my game, but these keys are a great mystery. What will they unlock, what secret chewable door will they open? These are questions I hope to have answered for you soon. 

Until then,..

Sincerely,

Mr. Mustard

(thank you Mr. William Shakespeare)