Cute Overload :D
I’m glued to the ground. Did someone slip me a mickey or something?
Seriously, is there some kind of giant magnet below me? Did I ingest a lot of iron?
He goes against the grain, Joie B.
nummy newborn!? Awwww!
Can I haves it?
Peeps: I’m off to go to try to figure out how to make a quiche. I won’t put nommable pups, kitties or buns in it though. Prolly just some cheese and maybe spinach? Off to the internet!
QoD: Good luck with the quiche! Remember: HAM is OK, but not hamSTERS!
And … just … awwww!
What is that delectable morsel? Beagle maybe?? WANT!
little puppy if you dont drink yourf weigth in milk you could step up lol
5: Okay. I’ve found a recipe on line. I’ll let you know how it turns out. I’m going in.
*rolls up sleeves and marches with determination into the kitchen*
little puppy, i must stuff you in my mouf.
I so want to pick up that puppy- I can just feel how warm and soft and round he’d be in my hands….and those teensy velvety earflaps…. oh!!
Those ears really are flaps! My goodness!
Leetle Meester Wobbly, I love you.
Is he a bebeh beeee-gle? And may I have heem? Puh-weeze? [batting eyes]
earlybird1: I’m guessing corgi! It looks JUST like mine when he was a newborn.
Spinach quiche hint for QoD: Perhaps your recipe calls for this, but I have found that frozen spinach works better than fresh (don’t tell the foodies). After you thaw it, make sure you drain it well. Best method is to squish it mightily between your hands.
As to the pup, I especially like the spotty pink schnozzle.
@QofD: I too am making a spinach-quiche-like-thing over here. An old recipe from a 1979 Sunset mag. And I agree about squishing that spinach mightily… otherwise you will have a soggy crust!!
@Jill: Oh yes, I see it now! One of my friends had a Corgi, and while I never saw it as a newborn, I can def see the resemblance. Awwww…
VonZep and earlybird1: I really wish I had seen the squishing the spinach mightily advise before I put this thing in the oven. As it is, I think maybe the spinach may have too much water in it. Well, here’s how it went: I think I put too much stuff in the pie crust before I put the egg mixture over top because…the egg mixture overflowed (even though I tried to put in what the recipie called for) and kind of…um…began to spill all over the kitchen floor. (ahem) (cough…cough). Well, I’ve cleaned up THAT little mess. I have managed to assemble the whole thing now and it’s in the oven cooking. I guess. I’ll let you know what happens next. When the whole egg batter on the floor fiasco took place, I wondered if a dog would have helped me clear that up if I had one. *sigh* 😦
PS – My cat just sat there looking at me over the top of his glasses (laughing from time to time into his paw) and said that I’m too much of a “silly primate” to make a proper quiche. *sigh*
QoD, see, that’s the problem with cats in this situation. If you mess something up, they rub it in with their superior attitudes. When cooking disasters happen here at the Schloss Von Zeppelin, Sam and Max (Freelance Dogs) just say, “Wow! Great job! Looks terrific. Are you gonna eat that? Huh? Looks pretty good!”
Another bonus with dogs: floor cleanup.
Oooh. I want spinach quiche. Von Zep: yes, with two large dogs, not only is there floor cleanup, there’s also pre-dishwasher rinsing of dishes.
VonZep and Noelegy: Well, I’ve just taken this “masterpiece” from the oven. The recipie does not specifiy but I have a hunch that I need to let it “rest” for a bit before I slice it and try to eat it. It looks like a quiche and it smells pretty good in here so hopefully I did okay. I’ll let it set for…what? I don’t know…half an hour?
PS – There are no hedgehogs in my quiche today.
Half hour sounds good. Have your cat advise you a choice of nice white wine, and have one while you wait.
VonZ: Thanks for that! I wasn’t sure about the half hour so I really appreciate your culinary validation of what I thought I should do! Well, it should be ready soon. Smells yum. I’ll let you know how it went. As for the wine, my cat said I should just go to the corner store and get a beer. He wants me to get tipsy and fall asleep so he can use my debit card to buy catnip and boxes online. (he’s having a bit of a problem which may call for an intervention in the near future). But he just wants me to go there because they have nice cans of wet food which he wants me to buy for him. He’s so bossy.
VonZep: Okay. It’s not as dense as a store brought or restaurant quiche might be but it’s deleesh. (yummmmm)
QoD: Nice job! I am sure you did a fine job. As for cats, I have none, but I am well aware of their disdainful opinions. As for me, a glass of wine improves any dish; I have complete faith in your culinary abilities. In my experience, if it smells good it usually IS good. And so I doff my hat to you. *doff*
As you may conclude, a glass of wine has indeed contributed to my postingks. Nevertheless, I still doff my hat to you. And I applaud your culinary endeavorings. *pours another glass* ‘Tis the weekend after all…
QoD: Brava! Brava! My compliments to the chef. Champagne for the kitchen staff. As for that cat sitting in the corner writing the restaurant review, see if he’ll add a star in return for some primo ‘nip. And the box it came in.
GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEF HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEM TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
That is all. 😀
The adorable truncated snout and teeny paws did me in.
Oh yes, QoD, it’s one of the great advantages of dog ownership — you never have to sweep the kitchen floor again! They especially like eggy messes like yours. Surely you have a neighbor with a dog you could borrow for such emergencies? 😉
Congrats on the quiche!
And … just … awwwww! (again)
5: Thanks! I just woke up from a quiche induced nap. My next door neighbor does have a dog but I didn’t think about that in time. I just grabbed paper towels and a sponge. hmmmmmmmm. It sounds like Theresa is freaking out again. *looks sternly over rhinestoned, cat-rimmed glasses at Theresa*
Definitely a corg. Looks like the bebeh version of the lil fella sleeping next to me right now.
Oh Dorkish Queen, do you *really* have rhinestone cats-eye glasses? I ran across a photo of my paternal grandmother, circa 1976, holding my baby brother (and sitting in a beanbag chair!). She had on some completely awesome cats-eye glasses that I wish I could go back in time and rescue the next time she changed frames. I’ve looked online at vintage frame sites, but can’t find their like anywhere. Hers were metal and quite delicate, and it seems like all the ones I see online are plastic and too chunky.
Noelegy: No, I’m afraid that the glasses are just a part of my CO persona. I actually have 20/20 vision which somewhat startles health care professionals because they cannot believe I can see as well as I do at my age. However, my hearing kind of is not that great. Also, I’m not truly a nurse except when it comes to caring for my daughter. (Then I ROCK!). I have upmost respect of those in the real life medical profession. My beloved sister was a paramedic. I myself would be useless in such a field. Just have the first patient present to me with a bone or something sticking out of their arm and I would run screaming in horror into the hallway and pass out. My mom was a nurse and I always told her I could not follow in her footsteps because ewwwww, yuck. Icky things. People vomiting and bones sticking out of the skin? ewwwwww! Yuck. gross. But I do enjoy administering care cyberally (is that a word?) to CO peeps and hope that I can continue in that capacity. Also, my cat really does wear bi-focals. (In my strange imagination). 🙂
That is definately a corgi…..
A corgi, oh I miss our babies from my childhood. I wish I would find one under the tree for Christmas!
QoD, I found a picture of you on the Internets!!!
Congrats on the eggie/spinach thing, Q.o.D. Love the glasses…. myself, I haven’t been 20/20 since I was about 11… and I find cat-eye glasses don’t suit me, OR give me enough field of view.
As for the pup… AWWWW. I’ve melted into a little puddle beside him on the planking, nose to nose. Teh Qte and gravity win again.
Theresa: hahahahahahahahah! hahahahahhahahahahahhaha!
(scientifical voice) judging by the obvious mass of teh puppeh it should be floating!!!
I feel like this pup looks. In my case, it has to do with the after-effects of red wine. Specifically, the way it strengthens gravity.
Walking,Walking,Walking-oof! gets up again jogging,jogg-oof!!!!!running,r-oof
sprin-oof!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was sprinting gravity! getting up getting up oof! Curse you
Ditto, Cath. Although I don’t drink much wine, some days the ground is sucking me down down!
But this pup don’t need to walk anywheres, I shall carry heem! And put him in mah rack!
shoot, who’s the queen corgi person around here? I fergits! Don’t think she’s chimed in yet though. I can see a baby Corgi, I think!
@ Qof D I didn’t log on in time but next time you make a quiche spread some mustard like Grey Poupon or some other hearty mustard on the crust before filling it with the eggs & cheese YUM !!! You won’t get a mustard taste but it sure adds to the overall taste . A couple of tablespoons to start with then adjust to taste on future ones. Bon Appitite !
Mud Bug: Thanks for that idea! I plan to make more quiches for Christmas so I will certainly try this!
@ Mud Bug: Genius! (scribbling notes for future quiche crust adventures)
In late October, my DH brought home THREE doggies he saw running down the middle of the interstate. Yes, you read that right. And yes, my husband is a really good guy.
One of them, a female of indeterminate breed (and the cause of all the brouhaha) was returned to her owners (against our will, I might add). Another, a gorgeous male boxer, was re-homed after we got him neutered. He’s now living the good life with a lovely couple that are very active in animal rescue.
The third? He’s a Corgi/Spitz/Who knows mix, and is currently curled up on my couch, next to my little old, toothless doxie. I did NOT WANT another dog – I was perfectly happy with the one I had, thankyouverymuch. But sometimes, life takes over and gives you what you REALLY need. Now, one month later, I can’t imagine my life without this little hairy ape.
Um. Sorry for the long post. The little Corgi just inspired me, I guess. 😉
WANT WANT WANT WANT WANT WANT PUPPY!!!!!!!! *faints*
Aww~! Corgi puppy!
I do not care what kind of puppeh it is. I just want to stroke his little soft puppeh head, feel his luffly floofy ribs breathe, and snorgle him very, very carefully. Just for a little while. Just until he wakes up. Pleeeeeze?
@ Lisa — my favorite kind of story! You made my day!
And QoD — I didn’t know you modeled for The Far Side! LOL!
Dear Paunchie- with an amazing lack of humility, could Queen of Corgies be me?
Hello, all, I was furry, furry busy producing concerts! I’m back! Thanks for thinking of me.
Oh, yes, our leetl frennn here, oh, what a dear eeetle morsel, how they grow into stubborn but still distractingly-ky-oot monsters. Mine, Killer Corgi, (AKC name Westminster Abbey of someone or other) is right now doing unspeakable things to a cow shin bone packed with a peanut butter-smelling substance. This leetle morsel weel be doing the same thing in about six months. Hard to imagine the cubic yards of fur flying off it, too, but there you have it, a brand new Corgi life to weedle eetts way into some family’s hearts, (I hope).
This leelte one looks like a Pembroke, Killer is a Cardigan, (let’s all say it together) “The one with the buttons!”
Wag, wag, wag, oh, waaaaaaag, wag, and here comes the smell of peanut butter, in 3-2-1 and mmmwhahhhhh! And the family room smells like a wet dog and peanut butter ah, the sweet smells of home! Killer’s Bigger bigger brother comes home for a visit today, (YAY) so we can all see their (littler) bigger brother play in his school concert! The brothers don’t shed, but all three do eat peanut butter.