Here I am all very sad & worried...you see, my dear, darling Pippadog is a little bit upset with me...he dedicated some of his bloggy post from Saturday to me...dreaming about me since I am one of his (many, many, many) girlfriends...cuz I asked when he was gonna dream about me...good to his word...he has been dreaming of me for 4 whole days & I haven't left him any peemail...Girls..take note...not the way to treat a boyfriend! So I've been trying to figure out how I can let him know how sorry I am...& my heartfelt remorse would best be conveyed in the chorus lyrics from the song "Alone" from the 80's band Heart.........Till now I always got by on my own
......I never really cared until I met you
......And now it chills me to the bone
......How do I get you alone?
.....How do I get you alone?
& I think I've figured out how to get him alone....as my pictures detail:
One toaster.....
Two pieces of warm toast with ample butter.....
A love letter to my Darling Pippadog...Please forgive me...Love & Licks,
Randi
21 comments:
how could he not?
Oh Randi, You're good. That's brilliance becoming only a BFF.
xo
SB
Hi Randi,
My Mommy's e-mail address is REDRICCA@SBCGLOBAL.NET.
We are home now!!
Love Mona
If I weren't married ...
Ike
lady,
You know the way to your mans heart!!He loves his toasties !!
Frasier
Boy, that works for Louie and I Randi, we would follow you ever where for toast !!!!
OhhhRandi
I bet pippadogs heawt melted along with the yummie butter on that bootiful toast love lettew!
it's so vewy nice to be loved and have someone who loves us!
smoochie kisses you cutie
Asta
Randi! You are showing your age. Mom loves that Heart song (and she's super old!).
If that doesn't get him, I don't know what will. Unless you spell out Pippa in a meatloaf or something.
He's a lucky dog!
Sherman
nothing says I am sorry like some sugar, butter and bread! You are forgiven, oh wait, I wasnt the one upset with you!!
Randi, Girl...that woulda gotten me!! I love toast with anything on it...mmmmm....Hey, thanks for visiting the texas dachies blog...we feel really badly bout the whole thing.
We loved the pic on ur prior post of all the pretty Christmas balls. Mumsie puts hers on the sofa every year too...well, I mean they go up on the tree, too. She's always wanted to take a picture of them but never has...I can't believe that you haven't grabbed one and and ran off with one...Good Dog, Randi!! I fear I couldn't contain myself. Last year Mumsie put NO balls on the tree. Um...but I loved the water underneath it...great flavor. This year there is a DOOR on the tree room. No fun for the Scruffster....sniff...
Good luck with Pippa...the meatloaf idea is cool too...
Wiry Barks, Scruffy
Hi, Randi
Sure Pippa will be happy reading your post!
And the toast will melt him!
Good luck
Lorenza
oh my Randi.. u are so romantic!.. Pippadog shld be sorry for not talking to u after seeing what u have done for him.. but i bet, he will immediately melted like ice cream.. haahah
Cheers
Rossi
Awwwww...Isn't that just sweet?
Love licks,
Solid Gold Dancer
I don't know what to bark. Randi, I am embarrassed.
I shouldn't be, because I am Spanish and they are very emotive. But I have lived with these two brits now for a few years and they are a bit - well - restrained. No hearts on sleeves, or even on toast!
I have jumped behind the sofa to hide my blushes. But thank you very much that is very sweet, and of course I still love you. I even made mistress look up Heart and Alone on You Tube.
And if it's ok with you, I'll just have a bit more butter and less of the red stuff. Thanks.
Love Pippa xx
PS forgot to say you made my day.
(blushing) Pippa xx
Oh, Randi! Pippa is putty in your paws! You sure know the way to his heart!!
Love,
Amber
Aw, that would melt any heart, no wonder Pippa loves you!
Toodle pip,
Harry x
Randi you're such a romantic! Who could resist that toast?
dearest Randi - we would love to have you at the party...can you travel to the East Coast for it? If you are going to be in New Jersey definitely let us know!
Don't worry about Pippa, he's a great pup. He'll forgive you. Tell your mom it is supposed to be 42 degrees and fair when she comes to the Twin Cities. Too bad you can't come. Then we could get together at a dog park and have a good romp! We need to go to Como Park to check out your old sniffin' grounds! Belly Rubs, Tasha & Eva.
Randi,
I could take some tips from your handbook of love. An edible love letter... the best of all worlds wrapped together in crunchy sweet goodness! ... perfection!
Goober love,
Stanley
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