Herbie and Ruby

Nous aimons de la Raclette!

fabricpile — Wed, 04 May 2011 14:46:58 +0000

Herbie: Excusez-moi, Laure. Our noses told us that you got some more of that amazing Swiss cheese you like so much. Um, what are the chances you might toss us a little piece or two?

Ruby: I LOVE CHEESE!!! Especially that yummy kind that smells like feet!

A Dark And Stormy Night

fabricpile — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 00:00:48 +0000

Herbie: I’m blogging from under a bed. I really hate thunderstorms!

Working on my Tan

fabricpile — Tue, 22 Mar 2011 18:56:26 +0000

Herbie: Dang, my belly is white!

We’ve Got Twitter

fabricpile — Sat, 19 Mar 2011 20:15:04 +0000

Herbie: Hey everyone! Guess what? We’re barking on Twitter! Come follow us!

Ruby: HERE’S OUR TWITTER!

Give it to ME

fabricpile — Tue, 15 Mar 2011 22:52:59 +0000

Herbie/Ruby: She’s gonna give it to me. I deserve it more than you do. Look how calm I’m being. She’s totally gonna give it to me. I love her more than you do. See how adorable I look? I so deserve to lick that out. I love yogurt way more than you do. I’ve been good all day. I haven’t been whining at all, I swear! Please give it to meeeeeeeeeeee.

Daylight Savings What?

fabricpile — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 14:44:38 +0000

Herbie: My breakfast is laaaaaate. Look at the clock! I’m wasting away here, people.

Ruby: Don’t be such a drama queen, Herbie. It’s still early. And it’s Sunday, for crying-in-the-mud! Go back to bed.

Short Legged Bad-Assery

fabricpile — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 20:28:17 +0000

I only wish I had video to show you of today’s adventure. So picture this:

Herbie and Ruby hanging out in the back yard. It’s sunny and cool, and no longer muddy (yay to that!) The birds are singing and flitting around in the bushes when, suddenly, a hawk swoops down, grabs a sparrow and pins it to the ground. So much for hawk’s supposedly keen eyesight–he lands pretty much right in front of our short little hero and heroine, who immediately charge him. The hawk drops the startled bird, which gets away, and he flies up into a tree in a nearby yard.

Cut to Herbie and Ruby, trotting back toward the house, proud of themselves for saving the sparrow–and equally proud that I had witnessed their heroism.

Cut again to the hawk, sitting in the tree, shaking itself off like it’s trying to shed an adrenaline rush (I’d say shaking off the dog drool, but neither Herbie nor Ruby actually got that close!) Stubby-legged little toughies-they even take care of assaults from the sky!

Photo Bombed–Again

fabricpile — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 17:18:01 +0000

Herbie: How’s this pose?

Ruby: Did someone say “RUBY”?!

Just Chillin’

fabricpile — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 17:40:57 +0000

Herbie: No, I don’t really want to come inside right now. Thanks, anyway.

Ruby: Please can I go outside and ~~annoy the crap out of him~~ play with him?!

I(roooooooooo!)nic

Kira — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 01:15:58 +0000

HERBIE: My Sister’s amusement with us seems at its greatest when some novel photography opportunity comes up. She recently downloaded that silly Hipstamatic app for her iPhone and won’t leave us alone. Girl, you just got yourself a brand-new camera, why do you feel the need to revert to canned irony for $1.99?

Well…I do look good in Buddy Holly frames. With the lenses popped out.

RUBY: HI, MY NAME IS RUBY and I am studying to become a ~~WAITRESS~~ ~~ACTRESS~~ model! If you are affiliated with a modeling agency, here’s my headshot. I’m hoping to get into the Kibble Bag scene, I hear they’re looking for ~~DOGS NAMED RUBY~~ fresh faces!

No, this isn’t my MySpace picture. No, of course I didn’t take it with a cell phone!