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Happy Hallo-WEEN!

Hey Everyone, 

This is IZZY!!!!! I'm Nerdy April's wiener dog! Nerdy April is probably off doing some homework, or reading a book, or working...you know, all those things Nerdy people like her do. Anyway, I thought it was high time I show you the torture Nerdy April puts me (and Gordo) through. Because, seriously, it's horrible. OOOOHHHHH, she thinks its "cute", but believe me, its so totally-to-the-bone NOT! [mmmm.....bones.....] brb...

Ok, I'm back, just had to...uh...you know, nab that pesky ball and chew a bone to bits, that's all. So, back to the torture, well the other day I was reading my favorite comic strip Drabble. Basically it has some people and a wiener dog, just like me!!! Mom [Nerdy April to you] walks over, looks over my shoulder [how rude!] and squeals with delight. She started laughing hysterically and walked off mumbling something about a "hotdog" and "Halloween".  Little did I know that was just the beginning. She got this crazy idea to reenact the goings-ons from the comic strip, using ME! [although those treats {read: bits of Gordo's food, that is waaaaayyy  better than mine} she lured me with were amazing!!!] So, in the spirit of Hallo-WEEN, here is the against my will wiener dog photo shoot, with accompanying original Drabble cartoons.

As you can see, I'm pretty sure Wally is the only person, well, dog, that gets me. I mean come on Mom, a hotdog costume for a wiener dog, how unique....[enter sarcastic giggle here]....

Gordo also joined in...he's got my back!!
Anyway, this is my blogpost, so I must end with a picture of ME!!! I choose this one, of me with my favorite pillow....it has a space shuttle or something weird like that on it, again, super nerdy!! Hope you guys have a happy Hallo-WEEN, and hopefully you don't have to spend the night strapped into a fake hotdog bun....WOOF!
 PS: I don't really hate mom as much as it seems....in fact I'm totally not [wink, wink] snuggling under the covers with her right now!!

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