Yip-pee! Welcome to our poodle blog! I'm Luc Marcel and my brother is Remy Sebastian. Mom said I could write the first blog since I'm more intelligent than Remy (well, I said that part) and he can be very, very silly. We decided to blog about ourselves because . . . well, because we're POODLES, the finest, most gorgeous of all humans. Okay, okay . . . dogs.
I'm the cream-colored hunk of a man-poodle (I weigh in at 73 pounds of pure muscle) and Remy is the scrawny-looking apricot man-poo who only weighs 64 pounds of pure goofiness. I don't really mean to be nasty--I do love Remy since he is my poo-bro and all . . . he's just not quite as--ahem--"cultured" as I am.
Remy and I were born on March 22, 2005 to Archie and Samantha. Our dad is tall and thin and our mom is short and stocky. As you can see, Remy takes after our dad and I take after both mom and dad—tall and hunky. There were seven of us born that day—six boys and a girl. We see a few of our brothers around town and are often mistaken for each other. It’s a ball when we all get together, let me tell you!
We also have a little fur-brother, Ippuni. He’s thirteen years old and he’s a little white fluff-ball called a Maltese (whatever that is). He’s mean as dog doody. He thinks he’s the police. We’ll talk more about him as time goes on. Suffice it to say he’s bad to the bone.
Our family is the best! Mom is so sweet and loving—she’s always kissing on us and treating us like babies. I tolerate all that huggy stuff. Remy sucks up big time—sloppy wet kisses all over the place. (Little does Mom know, he eats Ippuni’s dog doody—now please tell me how a poodle could do such a thing! I mean I can see a Maltese or some other dog doing that—but a poodle! Mon dieu!) Our dad is so cool—knows where to rub in just the right spots. Then there are our two-legged siblings: Patrick who is in college so we don’t see him as much, but love him to death; Tyler who is in high school and brings lots of cool friends over to play with us; and Aubree who is eleven-years-old and loves to run around the house playing chase. They’re all awesome!
Okay, Mom says it’s time to wrap it up. She just wanted me to introduce us today. The real fun starts tomorrow! Toodles!
We also have a little fur-brother, Ippuni. He’s thirteen years old and he’s a little white fluff-ball called a Maltese (whatever that is). He’s mean as dog doody. He thinks he’s the police. We’ll talk more about him as time goes on. Suffice it to say he’s bad to the bone.
Our family is the best! Mom is so sweet and loving—she’s always kissing on us and treating us like babies. I tolerate all that huggy stuff. Remy sucks up big time—sloppy wet kisses all over the place. (Little does Mom know, he eats Ippuni’s dog doody—now please tell me how a poodle could do such a thing! I mean I can see a Maltese or some other dog doing that—but a poodle! Mon dieu!) Our dad is so cool—knows where to rub in just the right spots. Then there are our two-legged siblings: Patrick who is in college so we don’t see him as much, but love him to death; Tyler who is in high school and brings lots of cool friends over to play with us; and Aubree who is eleven-years-old and loves to run around the house playing chase. They’re all awesome!
Okay, Mom says it’s time to wrap it up. She just wanted me to introduce us today. The real fun starts tomorrow! Toodles!
3 comments:
Arrfff arff. Bow wow wow. Arfff. Arf bow bow arf wowwwwww.
I think that means I LOVE YOUR BLOG. But, I'm not sure since I haven't spoken doggy in a long time!
Moweenie
Hi Remy & Luc, my handsome fur-nephews! Love reading about your antics ~ such a fun blog! Don't get into too much trouble guys. Love, auntbonni
Dear Remy and Luc, What smart poodles you are. I know poodles are smart because I had them but you must be the smartest. You should be on T.V.
Post a Comment