Snow!!

What's up, my peeps.

We finally got some snow.

Check out my little leg kick in mid-air. Air Zippy. (Poor Buddy). Pause it and it's even funnier.




Damn!! I'm handsome.



Sir Zipadelli

Attack of the Weiner Dogs (and a pile o' shite)

What up, my peeps? Sir Zipadelli is in the house.

I haven't been able to spend too much time outside lately because of all of the rain. The yard I call my pad is very muddy. The daddy monster doesn't like it when I trek mud all over the house (he hates it even more when the littlest monster lets me in without cleaning me feet)! He got so annoyed (I know it is a stretch for many of you to picture him annoyed) the other day he instructed his offspring that I could not go out unless I was on a leash. The mama monster said I would never take a crap (my word) while on the leash. The daddy monster disagreed. I, on the other hand, saw an opportunity. Back to that later.

So the monster daddy decided he had watched enough hours of MI-5, and had read long enough on his Kindle, so he decided to take me for a walk. While I walk, I don't pay too much attention to the loser dogs that are fenced in their yard. While we were walking past this house on the next block, we both heard a bark coming from a small dog. Great, I thought to myself. Another yapper dog spouting off at the mouth trying to ruin my f'ing walk. Then there was another bark. And another. That was enough to get our interest. Around the back of the house comes 8 weiner dogs. They were like a flock of birds, moving towards me in one solid wave. I heard the daddy monster mutter something along the lines of, "FFS". I was thinking the exact same thing. So here comes this swarm of weiner dogs yapping as they charge at me. I stood there, rather annoyed. This wasn't enough for me to even raise me ears. Then I heard the owner begging her precious little mutts to stop and come back. The midgets still came. One of the lil' dwarfs ran so hard at me he could not stop, and he bounced of my leg. "Is this for real?" I thought to myself. Then one of them took a little nip at my shoulder. That really sent the owner into a frenzy. "I'm so sorry" is all she kept on saying. She had plenty of reason to be sorry. These oscar meyer's were embarassing her. Bouncing off my leg...give me a break!! She smelled funny, too. I'm guessing her name was Mary.

Anyways, the owner was able to corral the little minions and we continued our walk. We got to an open area, and the daddy decided to let me sniff around to see if I had to take a dump. Oh did I. I had been waiting for this. I was going to pay him back for not letting me play out in the mud. I found the perfect spot and prepared to empty my bowels. He was looking the other way, and he must have heard the squish sound, because he turned to me and said, "Zippy, get out of the mud." The look on his face was priceless. No. That squish sound was not the sound of me stepping into mud. It was the sound of gas leaving my arse under pressure. Immediately following the gas was a slimy, watery, runny, putrid, and foul pile of shite...followed by more gas :). I knew that whenever I laid a log outside the yard, the owners would feel compelled to pick up my crap with a bag and take it home. They must be so proud of my shit that they have to take it home with them!! This time was no exception. The daddy monster pulled out the special blue bag, took a deep breath, and got a handful of my latest masterpiece. I thought he was going to faint!!! It was putrid!! Sure as shit, he took it home with us.

And that's the story of my walk.

You are all my bitches!!!

Zippy

Catch me if you can!!

What's happening, my peeps?

Lots of sleeping and licking me balls for me. OK. I lick where I think my balls should be, but they haven't been there in some time.

Anyways, I have a story for you from this weekend. I'm going to use Brad Paisley's song, "Mr. Policeman" to help me tell the story because I was thinking of it the entire time this was happening. The song is about him taunting a policeman to catch him in his 75 Firebird Trans Am. Let me set the stage.

The oldest of the little monsters had just got done taking me for a walk. I had been a good boy on the walk, but it was all part of my master plan. I knew I had her trust, so she dropped the leash when she opened up the door. And we're off!!

In case you can't figure it out, the words in italics are from the song.

Hey! Hey! Mr. Policeman. I bet I can drive faster than you can. Come on hoss let's have some fun, go ahead and shoot me with your radar gun, you look bored and I sure am so catch me if you can. Go on, turn on your bluelights (so pretty). you know you want to, I just flew by. I can see you peeling out, how my dust taste in your mouth, come on Smokey it's time to race. Let's have us a high speed chase.

Now I'm out of the yard and across the street. The daddy monster is out of the house and walking my way. I look...wait for it....I'm off!! Just like the song says, catch me if you can!! I race to the next street with the fat bastard in hot pursuit. Boy does he look pissed!! By now we're about a block away from the house.

Hey! Hey! Mr. Policeman. A chopper in the air and a couple of swat vans. That's no fair blocking the road, where am I supposed to go, time to use my back-up plan, catch me if you can.

There wasn't a chopper in the air, but now the mama monster is in the van with the smallest monster. They tried blocking me from crossing the street, but I was much too quick.

Hey! Hey! Mr. Policeman. I bet I can run faster than you can. With your big pot belly and your cowboy boots, a hundred bucks says you won't shoot. I know these woods like the back of my hand, catch me if you can!!

I stopped to take a leak and I let the daddy monster get close to me. I sniffed around so he would think I was occupied and not paying attention. I let him get close and then I was off!!

Go on, turn on your spotlight (so shiny). I've got running shoes and I'm younger than you and I've got all night. There's no way your keeping up with me, go on back to Krispy Kreme, If you want to quit I understand. Catch me if you can.

To my immense enjoyment, he ran after me. He chased me for 3 houses and then started to walk. I stopped and turned back to him thinking, "There's no way you're keeping up with me. If you want to quit, I understand."

It was right about now that I saw another dog at the back door of the house I was at. I figured I had some time, so I went up to the door to take a look. You never know, I might just get lucky with a hot dame. Funny enough, this is the part of the song where they just pick for awhile. And then, they pause for a second before they sing...

I'm in the jail house now. I'm in the jail house now. He told me once or twice, son respect my author-a-ty, I'm in the jail house now.

While I was screwing around with the other dog, the daddy monster was able to sneak up on me and grab my leash. I immediately knew I had been beat. He walked me home with my head hung low in shame. I was so confident, and the defeat was crushing.

If you haven't heard the song, go here and click scroll down to Mr. Policeman. Click on it for a free sample.

Zippy's Letter to Santa

What's going on, my peeps?

I've been hearing a lot of fuss about Santa, so I decided to ask the cool monster to be my secretary and scribe a note to the jolly old bastard.

Here I am telling the idiot what to write. He had a hard time understanding me, so I had to talk real slooooowly directly into his ear. What's with that stupid grin?



Of course, I had to proof read it. Can you believe he spelled my name wrong????? FFS!! There's that stupid grin again. Do I look as annoyed as I felt?





The finished product.


Merry Christmas, bitches.

Sir Zipadelli

Some Dude they call Santa

The female monster took me out and about with the two little monsters. I thought we were going somewhere cool. Instead, they put me in front of a dude wearing a red suit and took pictures of me while all kinds of stranger monsters oohed and awwed.

Now I know why the cool daddy monster said, "I'm sorry, Zippadelli" when I left.



FFS.

At least I got to smell some ass.

You are all my bitches. Enough of the censorship bullshit.

The Secret is Out

I'm a lazy bastard.

When the family is around, I'm all over the place. They take me for walks, they throw my ball, we goof off in the house. I'm just a rambunctious dog when they are around.

But when they're not around...

I can usually be found sleeping. Sleeping on my master's bed. Sleeping on Jenna's bed. Sleeping in the chair I'm not supposed to be sleeping in.

I know when they're not around. They have to wake me up to go to the bathroom, but I'm back upstairs sleeping by the time they're out the door. Schmuck and I. Sleeping the days away. I'll admit that sometimes I'm even in bed before everybody else is. I need my beauty rest.

The life of a dog in the Pruski family. Not a bad life.

Now excuse me, it's time for my nap.

I'll include a new picture of me. Damn! I'm handsome.

Sir Zipadelli

Not Little Orange Ball

What's up, peeps.

After leaving me in the house all afternoon, my owners came home with some round orange thing-a-ma-jobs. They put them on the front porch.

We'll, since they had not played with me, I decided to create my own fun. These orange things have teeth handles on them. They were made perfectly for me to be able to pick them up. the only thing is they can break. I was walking around with one of them in my mouth when the handle broke. I'll be damned (can I say that) if it didn't start rolling down the yard towards the street. Once it hits the street, it takes a lazy turn to the left and rolls down the street. I don't mean a few feet. It rolled to the end of the street.

The momma monster comes out and is asking where the pumpkin is at (so that's what it's called). I just looked down the street.

Where's the pumpkin, Jenna?

I don't know.

{me looking down the street}

Jenna! Where's the pumpkin?

I said I don't know.

{me looking down the street}

Jenna, it didn't just disappear!

I didn't touch it!!

{me looking down the street}

Finally somebody noticed what I was doing. Their eyes followed my gaze to the pumpkin. It was sitting nicely at the end of the street next to the stop sign.

I wonder what the neighbors thought as a pumpkin rolled down the street.




















Notice the broken handle?





















Vous êtes tous mes chiennes !

Keith Urban

Fun with a Balloon (and the new haircut of the big Monster)

A Shout Out to my Name Sake

I want to give a shout out to the person I was named after, Mr. Greg Zipadelli.  Here he is working hard watching my main man Tony Stewart practice at Pocono Raceway this weekend.  Congrats on another Brickyard victory, Zippy!!  Let's go for three in a row!!!

As always, you are all my biatches.

No More Swollen Ear

Zippy's ear was doing much better on Sunday, the day after we went to the vet.  His ear is back to 100%.  I'm glad we decided not to wait to take him to the vet.  Once we read the article we found using google, we knew it could get serious.

Here's a picture from April when we went to Valley Forge.

 For those of you wondering where that is at...

 

Valley Forge National Park

 

 

Swollen Ear

We woke up on Saturday to find Zippy had an ear that was slightly swollen. A quick search of google and we found that he probably had a hematoma. We scheduled an appointment with the vet, and took him in. They said he gets it from flopping his head around. We clean his ears on a regular basis, and the doctor didn't find anything in there when she looked. Since it was early, they are going to wait to see if he has to have surgery to fix it. They did give him some anti-inflammatory drops. Today, the ear is already looking better. We are going to ensure he gets Benadryl every day, at least once, for his allergies. We had been giving them to him as needed for his eyes. The doctor said his eyes are only one symptom, so we should give him medicine everyday. She also cautioned that it will only get worse, and the labs are known for having terrible allergies. That was news to me.

Zippy does not seem to be in any discomfort. We are hoping he will be able to heal this himself.

Little Monster Biff

What's happening, my peeps?

Today I was out playing with my master, when the little monster decided she needed to play. If you listen to the video, you will hear her asking to be allowed to throw the toy. Then she proceeds to boss me around, telling me to sit. Then, gravity took over.

Cela l'enseignera à me diriger autour.

Vous êtes tous mes chiennes !

Sir Zipadelli

Still Playing

I'm an all-star.


Vous êtes tous mes chiennes ! !

Sir Zipadelli

Playing with the kids

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Originally uploaded by jpruski

I've have visitors, so I've been playing outside a lot. Here, I'm waiting for one of the little monsters to throw me the ball.


Vous êtes tous mes chiennes ! !

Playing with the kids

Birthday Pictures

Go Zippy!! Go Zippy!! It's Your Birthday!!

Hello, my peeps.

I'm celebrating my first birthday today. I'd like to give a shout out to my brother Smoke back in Illinois. Happy birthday, Smoke!!

For a birthday treat, I got a cupcake. You'll see in the pictures that it was there, and then it wasn't!! I never get people food, except for the cheese they give me with Benadryl in there for my allergies.

Anyways, here's a video of me playing catch.



I can't hear the sound, but I think this video has the lil' monster pointing out a pile of poop I just dropped in the front yard.




Gotta go lick my balls.

Sir Zipadelli

You are all my bitches!!

SPRING!!!

What up, bitches.

We've finally had some nice weather around here. I've been spending a lot of time outside. I've ruined the trees, so I'm running out of stuff to do. My master replaced the lattice on the deck (the stuff that I tore up), and replaced it with some plastic lattice. He thinks that will keep me from ruining it. I'll prove him wrong.

Anyways, the cool master got me a new ball. It even glows in the dark!! It's pretty cool. My tongue was dragging yesterday as we played. We sure have been waiting for weather like this!!

Here's some more pictures.

Waiting for Schmuck to come out of the "dead" treeline.

What tree?

Going for the Great Dane look. Me and my shiny orange ball.

You are all my Bitches!!

Sir Zipadelli

I Have Wood

What's up, my peeps?

I have to tell you this quick story. It has to be quick because the littlest monster is eating, and I know if I hang around under the table I'll be able to get me some chow.

Remember in one of my previous posts I was telling you I had to go so I could chew on some low branches of the trees in the yard? Well, today I had a bit of a mishap. I had just mauled one of the trees, and I was chewing away on this branch. This fu?king branch becomes lodged in the top of my mouth between my teeth. Yo mate, I couldn't get that sh?t out of there for the life of me. I had to walk around the house like a freaking dummy acting all weird and crap before the momma monster decided to check me out. We all know where this story is going, don't we. She's not the sharpest of claws, if you know what I mean, so she calls in the dad. At least now I know I'm going to get some relief. Only thing is he walks away!!! So I have the momma monster pinning me down, and this dude just walks away. He came back with a pair of freaking pliers!! I f?ck you not!! So he sticks those damn things into my gullet and pulls out this branch from inbetween my teeth. Man, I was glad to have it out of there.

Here's the pic as proof.

Talk to you all later. I have to go roll in the mud outside as payback for shoving pliers down my throat.

You are all my bitches!!!!

Sir Zipadelli