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Sunday, January 22, 2017

Muffsterpiece Theater Presents: Pawdark

Chapter 2

The young weimaraner extended his paw, and said, “Captain Pawdark, I'd assume. My brother spoke rather highly of your family.”
Snoopy shook his paw, and said, “And I of yours. My condolences for your loss.”
Taking his seat, Phoenix said, “Thank you. We need, of necessity, to get down to business. I'm afraid there hasn't been a substantial commercial output from your mine for the entire time you were off fighting the Yankee Poodles. The good news, of course, is that I've no immediate plans of selling your mortgage to the Fourleggins.”
“What's the bad news?”
“If you can't show a decent output in the next few months, I shall have to call in your loan. I doubt you'll be able to make good in cash. Then, the mine will be sold at auction.........”
“And the Fourleggins will outbid everyone else.”
“Correct.”
“What are my options?”
“You could sell it to the Fourleggins, and they could absorb the loss. You'll have the money from the sale, but no means of immediate income.”
“Do I have other options?”
“I was just trying to figure that out now. You could pay off the mortgage, but with no substantial output for the mine, I dare say that's not realistic.”
“What else can we do?”
“You could sell shares. But that's risky, and given that most of the fur around these pawrts knows about the, shall we say issues, you're not likely to get a good price on your Initial Pawblic Offering.”
“Plus, the Fourleggins could gain control by buying up all the shares.”
“The other reason that's not a good idea. But I've a pawsability.”
“Do tell.”
“You need to difursify your pawfolio.”
“Speak pawlainly, if you pawlease.”
“The Fourleggins have control of their percentage by finding related business ventures to invest in.
“Whereas I've put all my biscuits in one basket.......”
“Quite correct-”

“That gives me an idea.”

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Muffsterpiece Theater Presents: Pawdark
(Any similarities between the characters herein and those on a recent Masterpiece Theater production is purely intentional and should be infurred)

Chapter 1

It was a cold, rainy day when Captain Snoopy Pawdark, late of the Red and White Coats, returned to Squeaky Toy Island, after an unsuccessful attempt by his regiment to supress the rebellion of the Yankee Poodles. His unit disbanded, facing an empty treat jar, and the love of his life now unavailable, he decided to return to the family business, namely the mining of the secret ingredient that gave dog biscuits their distinct flavor.
Which would have made for an uneventful life, had it not been for those longhaired opportunists, Frankie and Ernie Fourleggin. The Fourleggins already owned 98% of the dog treat industry, and the mortgage on the Pawdark mine was the only thing standing in their way.
It was a situation that had Frankie and Ernie tearing their fur out in clumps. Undaunted, Captain Snoopy decided to take a walking and sniffing tour of the mines. He didn't like what he sniffed, or rather, didn't sniff. No trace of any minerals. Something clearly had to be done.
With few other options, Captain Snoopy decided to head to the Pugs Ahoy, to rethink his strategy. As he was making his way through the crowded, fur-laden streets, he heard the growl of a Rottweiler, yelling, “See that Milkbone over there? Go fetch!”
Much disturbed, he drew closer, and saw that it was not one, but two Rottweiler's, and each was taking turns sending a poor little red dachshund on seemingly senseless errands. This simply could not be allowed.
Captain Snoopy gave a low growl, that caused everyone to stop and turn their snoots his way. He stood there for a moment, then lunged forward, baring his teeth. The two Rottweilers dashed off, howling.
He then moved over to where the little red dachsie was standing, and said, “Gimme paw, Mate.”
He was surprised when the little dachsie kissed him and said, “Thank you, sir.”
Perplexed, he said, “You're a hundette?”
A little annoyed, she answered, “What do you think?”
“What's your name?”
“DeMuffza, sir.”
“Why were you letting those big dogs push you around?”
“Me job, sir.”
“What is your job, hundette?”
“Fetch, sir.”
“Beg pardon?”
“Fetch, sir. The big dogs tells me what they wants, and I fetch it for 'em, sir.”
“Do you live around here?”
“Blogville, sir. A runaway, I is, sir. I figures it like this: Were I not a fetchin', I'd be in the pound sure as anything.”
“You have a point”, Captain Snoopy said.
“Does you have a name, sir?”
“Captain Ruff Pawdark, but my friends call me Captain Snoopy.”
“Why might they be calling you that, sir?”
“When I was a lad, I thought I was a beagle, and so did the other soldiers, so the name stuck.”
“You're a soldier, sir?”
“Not anymore. The Yankee Poodles kept it up-”
“You needn't relive it, sir, it weren't dandy.”
“As long as we mind the music and the step-”
“Tryin' not to handy, is you sir? What are you doin' now?”
“My family owns the flavour mineral mines out by the big pond.”
“I heard the fourleggins owns the whole dog biscuit racket these days. Be ye a kinspooch to the fourleggins, sir?”
“Not likely. I'm trying to keep them from total control.”
“That not be easy, sir. They's a rough lot.”
“You just said the magic word.”
“What word be that?”
“Easy!”
“Mr. Easy? The banker? Oh, he's at the bridge, ee is, sir.”
“Oh, I'd not heard. What about the bank?”
“I 'eard 'is little brother is now the banker. A right tough pup, from the sound o' it. One thing they say about young Mr. Phoenix, sir.”
“What's that?”
“He ain't no Easy!”
“Well, that could work to my advantage. I'm off to the bank. You may come along.”

“I does, sir. Thank you.”

Monday, December 19, 2016

POTP- Lady Shasta's Mom, and some good news too!

Tasha here- my mother in law, Lord Shiloh's mom, Miss Kim, is in the hospital for some heart issues.  Please leave her a message of support as she is missing Blogville while she is in the hospital


Here is the message posted to the Blogville Facebark page:

We received a message from Kim that she is in Stormont-Vail Hospital in Topeka, Ks. She's going to have a heart catherization tomorrow and depending on the results will have surgery to replace a heart valve. She's not able to check email at this time.
Leave any messages on her Facebook page and her sister will show or read them to her.


Here is her facebark page for you to leave messages of support- Kim Brooks


Here is the blog page to leave messages- Team Beaglebratz

Thank you for listening and sending Kim POTP




and for some good news- Blogville has a new resident!  Easy the Weimaraner has helped his pawrents find a new puppy to love while he is at the Rainbow Bridge- Please welcome PHOENIX o Blogville!