Austen aka The Monster frolicking among the trees
The Monster and big brother Luke taking a breather
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Wordless Wednesday
B: The Dogvotionalist enjoying a photo-op moment
Austen aka The Monster frolicking among the trees
The Monster and big brother Luke taking a breather
Austen aka The Monster frolicking among the trees
The Monster and big brother Luke taking a breather
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Week 11 -- "B" Early
Greetings, fair readers.
Today we talk about a subject most dear and near to my little puppy heart..."B"ing early. Yes, you all know the importance of such a task, but I am here to emphasize it to all of you early birds, just in case you may have forgotten amidst your too comfy pillows and too warm covers.
Let me begin with a tale, A Tale of Two Dogs, if you will. Yes, we again resort to the use of "The Monster" in this short story; he seems to add the missing comic relief I so dearly need.
Alas, we begin.
Once upon a time, in a town situated on the wrong side of Interstate 45, in a subdivision devoid of any real beauty, there lived a most wonderful, glorious, elegant and STUNNING princess named B. See, I say this subdivision lacked really any beauty because this princess was far beyond beautiful, she was STUNNING...a true testament to anything truly beautiful. And, beyond being most STUNNING on the outside, she would go toe-to-toe against Mother Theresa on her piousness. A true saint. The only fault of Princess B was that she often times took her perfection as a curse, because so many others were vehemently envious of her. But, she was incapable of being bad or ugly, so she lived on in her pure goodness.
To tell the truth; however, Princess B did have one fault. One very, very ugly fault. The only thing ugly about her. Princess B had trouble "B"ing on time. Yes, Princess B was very often late. If you asked her "Why, Princess B?" She would only sweetly reply the same response every time: "While gazing at my beauty in the stream by our house, I became lost in my thoughts of the good acts I could perform for others! I simply lost track of time." And, thus, Princess B would forever be late, because she was always found doing the same thing: gazing at her beauty in the stream by her house, and thinking of the good acts she could perform for others.
Though it was not mentioned before, Princess B also has a mean, nasty little brother, The Monster. There was not a beautiful nor good thing about The Monster. He was despicable and had a permanent snarl on his face. He often times made fun of Princess B behind her back, "Oh, that Princess B...she's not all that wonderful, she's late wherever she goes!"
One day, while watching his parents fawn over Princess B's perfection, connived a plan against poor little B in order to make their parents hate her. You, see, dear readers, it is said that if something so perfect is hated by its guardians, then it will become ugly and mean. The Monster crossed his little paw fingers, hoping this would happen and that he would thusly emerge as the perfect son.
What was his plan, you ask? Well, for all of his horridness, The Monster is quite the planner. You see, in a day's time from his planning, their parents were having a renewal of their vows on their first wedding anniversary. Yes, a bit soon to renew vows, but never-the-less. Princess B was arranged to be the maid-of-honor, a very big roll, indeed. Luke, their older brother, was penciled in as the best man. And, The Monster? A mere acolyte.
You see, the only time Princess B is ever on time is when her parents need her to be somewhere. Late for a ball? Never. Not even fashionably. So, when her mother asked Princess B to be the maid-of-honor, B only beamed from both within and out, knowing that she would be on time and give a perfect performance.
Fast forward to 3am, the dawn of the vow renewal morning. Princess B lay elegantly placed under her bed's covers, sleeping as only an angel can. She had her secret weapon, her special alarm clock, placed on the other side of the room awaiting to wake the slumbering beauty.
A picture of her special alarm clock:
Like only a horrid, mean little brother can, The Monster snuck into her room and stole the special alarm clock. He then took it out to Princess B's gazing stream and quietly plunged it into its waters. The alarm clock was no more. What was the princess to do? The Monster quietly chuckled to himself, seeing Princess B's demise unfold before his eyes.
Now we are at the renewing of the vows ceremony, and everyone is in their place, except for poor Princess B. Her parents started to become quite agitated, and The Monster saw. He smiled from evil ear to ear. Was Princess B still sleeping? Had she forgotten all about her parents' precious event? Only time will tell...
Suddenly, after her parents had decided to place The Monster as his mother's maid of honor and overly praised him for his timeliness, Princess B emerged from the back of the room, sobbing and pleading for forgiveness. "I am so sorry for being late.." she cried. Her parents merely shook their heads, "Princess B, you only think of yourself! How selfish of you to not be on time." "But, I had my special alarm clock set at the end of the room so that I would be on time, I promise. It must have gone missing.." And then slowly, Princess B turned towards The Monster, smelling something suspicious. "Oh, dear, sweet, younger brother, I am envious of your ability to be on time everywhere you go...I will gladly play the role of acolyte if only to stand in the shade of your greatness." The Monster was beside himself..how could she be that perfect? Even though she knew exactly what he did, she didn't scold him or tell on him. The Monster began to speak, wanting to give himself up, but Princess B quieted him. "This is my lesson, dear brother. If I want to be truly perfect, I may first be on time."
And, thus the ceremony went on. Princess B made the most perfect acolyte ever, and her parents eventually forgave her tardiness for such a stellar performance.
Needless to say, The Monster never spoke badly of Princess B again. And Princess B? Well, Princess B realized the importance of "B"ing early, and has never been late since.
The End.
Dear readers, to know if this story is true or not, you will only have to decide for yourself. But, I'm sure you can all find it's meaning -- "B"ing early is important. Why? Well, because there are other people relying on you to be there on time. If you're not early, or at least on time, you are letting others down. And, in Princess B's quest to obtaining perfection, "B"ing late is simply not suitable.
So, please "B" early. I would hate for you to have as horrible a story as Princess B.
In conclusion, I would like to thank you all for taking the precious time out of your day to read my dogvotional. I hope, dearly, that it has enlightened you and that tomorrow, instead of pressing your snooze button thrice more, or covering your eyes will a pillow, you'll remember the story of Princess B and get out of bed and "B" early.
Please, gentle readers, raise your right hand, or right paw, and repeat after me: "I, most loyal reader of B's Dogvotionals take it upon myself today to 'B' early next week. I will make it to my daily events on time and in perfect fashion. I will strive to be more like B, though it feels impossible. Oh, B, great provider of weekly dogvotionals, I guide myself in your ways. Thank you for your wisdom. I promise to 'B' back next week for more dogvotionals, and will pass along B's wisdom wherever I may go."
Until next week, sweet ones, "B" early!
B: The Dogvotionalist
Today we talk about a subject most dear and near to my little puppy heart..."B"ing early. Yes, you all know the importance of such a task, but I am here to emphasize it to all of you early birds, just in case you may have forgotten amidst your too comfy pillows and too warm covers.
Let me begin with a tale, A Tale of Two Dogs, if you will. Yes, we again resort to the use of "The Monster" in this short story; he seems to add the missing comic relief I so dearly need.
Alas, we begin.
Once upon a time, in a town situated on the wrong side of Interstate 45, in a subdivision devoid of any real beauty, there lived a most wonderful, glorious, elegant and STUNNING princess named B. See, I say this subdivision lacked really any beauty because this princess was far beyond beautiful, she was STUNNING...a true testament to anything truly beautiful. And, beyond being most STUNNING on the outside, she would go toe-to-toe against Mother Theresa on her piousness. A true saint. The only fault of Princess B was that she often times took her perfection as a curse, because so many others were vehemently envious of her. But, she was incapable of being bad or ugly, so she lived on in her pure goodness.
To tell the truth; however, Princess B did have one fault. One very, very ugly fault. The only thing ugly about her. Princess B had trouble "B"ing on time. Yes, Princess B was very often late. If you asked her "Why, Princess B?" She would only sweetly reply the same response every time: "While gazing at my beauty in the stream by our house, I became lost in my thoughts of the good acts I could perform for others! I simply lost track of time." And, thus, Princess B would forever be late, because she was always found doing the same thing: gazing at her beauty in the stream by her house, and thinking of the good acts she could perform for others.
Though it was not mentioned before, Princess B also has a mean, nasty little brother, The Monster. There was not a beautiful nor good thing about The Monster. He was despicable and had a permanent snarl on his face. He often times made fun of Princess B behind her back, "Oh, that Princess B...she's not all that wonderful, she's late wherever she goes!"
One day, while watching his parents fawn over Princess B's perfection, connived a plan against poor little B in order to make their parents hate her. You, see, dear readers, it is said that if something so perfect is hated by its guardians, then it will become ugly and mean. The Monster crossed his little paw fingers, hoping this would happen and that he would thusly emerge as the perfect son.
What was his plan, you ask? Well, for all of his horridness, The Monster is quite the planner. You see, in a day's time from his planning, their parents were having a renewal of their vows on their first wedding anniversary. Yes, a bit soon to renew vows, but never-the-less. Princess B was arranged to be the maid-of-honor, a very big roll, indeed. Luke, their older brother, was penciled in as the best man. And, The Monster? A mere acolyte.
You see, the only time Princess B is ever on time is when her parents need her to be somewhere. Late for a ball? Never. Not even fashionably. So, when her mother asked Princess B to be the maid-of-honor, B only beamed from both within and out, knowing that she would be on time and give a perfect performance.
Fast forward to 3am, the dawn of the vow renewal morning. Princess B lay elegantly placed under her bed's covers, sleeping as only an angel can. She had her secret weapon, her special alarm clock, placed on the other side of the room awaiting to wake the slumbering beauty.
A picture of her special alarm clock:
Like only a horrid, mean little brother can, The Monster snuck into her room and stole the special alarm clock. He then took it out to Princess B's gazing stream and quietly plunged it into its waters. The alarm clock was no more. What was the princess to do? The Monster quietly chuckled to himself, seeing Princess B's demise unfold before his eyes.
Now we are at the renewing of the vows ceremony, and everyone is in their place, except for poor Princess B. Her parents started to become quite agitated, and The Monster saw. He smiled from evil ear to ear. Was Princess B still sleeping? Had she forgotten all about her parents' precious event? Only time will tell...
Suddenly, after her parents had decided to place The Monster as his mother's maid of honor and overly praised him for his timeliness, Princess B emerged from the back of the room, sobbing and pleading for forgiveness. "I am so sorry for being late.." she cried. Her parents merely shook their heads, "Princess B, you only think of yourself! How selfish of you to not be on time." "But, I had my special alarm clock set at the end of the room so that I would be on time, I promise. It must have gone missing.." And then slowly, Princess B turned towards The Monster, smelling something suspicious. "Oh, dear, sweet, younger brother, I am envious of your ability to be on time everywhere you go...I will gladly play the role of acolyte if only to stand in the shade of your greatness." The Monster was beside himself..how could she be that perfect? Even though she knew exactly what he did, she didn't scold him or tell on him. The Monster began to speak, wanting to give himself up, but Princess B quieted him. "This is my lesson, dear brother. If I want to be truly perfect, I may first be on time."
And, thus the ceremony went on. Princess B made the most perfect acolyte ever, and her parents eventually forgave her tardiness for such a stellar performance.
Needless to say, The Monster never spoke badly of Princess B again. And Princess B? Well, Princess B realized the importance of "B"ing early, and has never been late since.
The End.
Dear readers, to know if this story is true or not, you will only have to decide for yourself. But, I'm sure you can all find it's meaning -- "B"ing early is important. Why? Well, because there are other people relying on you to be there on time. If you're not early, or at least on time, you are letting others down. And, in Princess B's quest to obtaining perfection, "B"ing late is simply not suitable.
So, please "B" early. I would hate for you to have as horrible a story as Princess B.
In conclusion, I would like to thank you all for taking the precious time out of your day to read my dogvotional. I hope, dearly, that it has enlightened you and that tomorrow, instead of pressing your snooze button thrice more, or covering your eyes will a pillow, you'll remember the story of Princess B and get out of bed and "B" early.
Please, gentle readers, raise your right hand, or right paw, and repeat after me: "I, most loyal reader of B's Dogvotionals take it upon myself today to 'B' early next week. I will make it to my daily events on time and in perfect fashion. I will strive to be more like B, though it feels impossible. Oh, B, great provider of weekly dogvotionals, I guide myself in your ways. Thank you for your wisdom. I promise to 'B' back next week for more dogvotionals, and will pass along B's wisdom wherever I may go."
Until next week, sweet ones, "B" early!
B: The Dogvotionalist
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Wordless Wednesday
Greetings, all...since this is supposed to be "wordless" I'll make my monologue short.
Starting today, this very Wednesday, and continuing on throughout every other Wednesday to come, I shall now post pictures of myself for you, adoring fans, to view. Yes, I can feel your enthusiasm growing! What better way to spend a Wednesday than wordlessly looking at my pictures.
Today, only a single photo; I starve my dear readers' eyes only to prepare them for next week's delicacies:
Perfect, is it not?
Until tomorrow's dogvotional -- dream of me.
B: The Dogvotionalist
Starting today, this very Wednesday, and continuing on throughout every other Wednesday to come, I shall now post pictures of myself for you, adoring fans, to view. Yes, I can feel your enthusiasm growing! What better way to spend a Wednesday than wordlessly looking at my pictures.
Today, only a single photo; I starve my dear readers' eyes only to prepare them for next week's delicacies:
Perfect, is it not?
Until tomorrow's dogvotional -- dream of me.
B: The Dogvotionalist
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