My brother...the gorilla. By Mr. Wendell

I am announcing a new edition to the family. Ivindo the Gorilla.

What? A gorilla he said? I did not stutter.

For my mom's birthday, my dad adopted a gorilla. Why you ask? Well...a few weeks ago, there was a segment on the Today show about Damien Aspinall, a guy who has done some pretty amazing work protecting endangered animals.

In the segment, they show a reunion between Mr. Aspinall and one of his rescued gorillas that had been returned back to the wild. The footage (below) is pretty amazing. Real evidence that animals do have memories and feelings and connections.

Well, my mom was really touched by the reunion. My dad, being a guy who really cares for my mom (he also has a softspot for animals), went to the Aspinall Foundation website (http://www.aspinallfoundation.org/) and adopted us a brother!

Ivindo is his name. Here is a picture of him...

He is calm and quiet reportedly.

I welcome him to our family! Pepper is pretty miffed. She thinks it will dilute her inheritance.

Mr. Wendell

Vacuum Cleaners Must Go! By Mr. Wendell

I hate vacuum cleaners. I don't know why. Is it the noise? The motion? The color? I don't know. All I know is it makes me crazy.

The vacuum cleaner coming out of the closet makes my hair stand up on the back of my neck. I feel compelled to bark at it as my mom or dad take it into the living room.

As soon as it is plugged in and the switch is clicked on, I go into action. I chase the stupid contraption across the floor. Back and forth...back and forth....back and forth. It feels like my mom is teasing me with it...pushing it to me and pulling it away from me.

No wonder I go into a tizzy and bite the darn thing. One of these days, I am going to make it stop!!!

On another note...

Here is a picture of my two ladies...Miss Freda and Miss Pepper. I am a lucky dog indeed. W

Kibbles and Bits...Pepper and Wendell

There is not much new going on here. There are no big themes for this post. We do have a few odd bones and treats to toss about.

First, we have a new cousin. Nicky is his name. Our Aunt and Uncle who live in Carmel by the Sea adopted him last week. He is 10 years old and was previously being cared for by an elderly lady who could no longer give him the home that he needed. Cute little guy. Who could hate this face? Well, maybe Pepper could. But who listens to her? -W-

Secondly, we had company this weekend. One of my dad's old work buddies from many years ago and his wife came by. They were nice enough people, but they got in the way of our Sunday walk on the beach. The guy made weird noises at us to. I am not sure what that was about. It made my brother angry for sure. I bet they will be surprised when they unpack thier suitcases. I left a little momento in there for them to remember me by. He-He! -P-

Thirdly, Mr. W had to go to the vet for a check up. Now that he is over a certain age, they wanted to check out his rear end. That was not something he appreciated. You should have seen his eyes bugging out. -P-