Thursday, February 28, 2008

Hugo Says...

... several years ago a woman found a sick, malnourished lion cub in the jungle. She took the cub home and fed him and raised him until he was too big to keep anymore. She made arrangements with a zoo in Colombia to take the lion.

Here's a video of what happened when she went to visit him in the zoo for the first time!

I think this big boy missed his Mommy...

For my commenter who is having trouble viewing the video, here is a link to the You Tube page - hope it works for you:

Hugo Says...

... I'm a bit sad Mommy isn't here and I think I miss her.

I've played with all my toys, ran up and down the stairs and even gone for a walk with Grandpa. I almost chased Sylvester, but Grandma yelled at me and the cat ran away and I had to sit on my mat.

Grandma told me Mommy's gone on a 'cation and said something about a beach. I wanted to go play on the beach with my Mommy, but Grandma said I couldn't.

If you see my Mommy on the beach, tell her I want to play on the beach too, okay? I think I love my Mommy almost as much as I love my red and black rings!

Hugo Says...

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The Sedona Method may change your life, lives of many others and ultimately our earth. Take a course where you will learn the four ways of letting go and attend a lecture to learn the Fifth Way of Releasing which teaches you to release your ego - the world is NOT about YOU! Learning is a powerful key and the Sedona Method offers courses to help with learning to overcome many obstacles in your life.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Hugo says...

... meet my new friends. My Grandma would love to have these puppies delivered to her door!

What should we call them - can you suggest names?

Marine is Dogs Best Friend

Hugo says he's so glad KT Cat shared this World Of Good heartwarming story of a Marine and his Iraqi dog 'Nubs', via Mock, Paper, Scissors. Read the story to find out why the dog is named 'Nubs'.

As the title say, "If this story doesn't cheer you up, you need to take your pulse".

Hugo says in his 'pinion 'Nubs' is a very smart poopy dog.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Hugo Says...

... Safety First!

No matter the sport in which you are taking part, you must always be well equipped and prepared for the hazards Mother Nature may send your way. Cat's don't like the water, so this boy probably isn't going kayaking. He looks awfully undignified don't you think?

Now, if I was going kayaking with my Grandpa I'd like one of these sweet helmets.

Dogs do like the water you know and I'd look cool in this racy red helmet. Red is one of my better colors! Next time Grandpa goes kayaking, I'm sitting on the bow to be the lookout in my new kayaking helmet.

This helmet will give me all the coverage my nose and jaw require and it's made with 'super impact' ABS to absorb heavy shocks or impacts. It's lightweight and well ventilated and provides the ability to communicate easily - so Grandpa would certainly hear my warning bark if I saw a hazard.

I'd put the run on anything in our way, with this mean lookin' gear and no one would mess with us! The birds and seals and logs and rocks better look out - in my 'pinion!

Hmmmm... perhaps Grandpa might need to buy a 2 person kayak, so there is room for ME, inside the boat. Sitting on the bow might be dangerous - not to mention uncomfortable. I wonder if the Kayak Shed makes a water dam to fit doggies?

Monday, February 25, 2008

Hugo Says...

... his Mommy is learning good information in her Biology class! Read on for a laugh...

"Lizard Birth"

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through
the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead
goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out

Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.

Here's what happened:

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me
there was "something wrong" with one of the two
lizards he holds prisoner in his room.

"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm
serious, Dad. Can you help?"

I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and
followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards
was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I
immediately knew what to do.

"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"

"Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having

"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are
Bert and Ernie, Mom!"

I was equally outraged.

"Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't
want them to reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife.

"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their
cage?" she inquired (I think she actually said this

"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I
reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet
voice, while gritting my teeth).

"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.

"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you
know," she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see
what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make
the best of it.

"Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience,"
I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle
of birth."

"Oh, gross!" they shrieked

"Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do
with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted
to know.

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what
looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing
a scant second later.

"We don't appear to be making much progress," I

"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.

"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.

"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed
the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug.
It disappeared. I tried several more times with the
same results.

"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know.

"Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You
see a pattern here with the females in my house?)

"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to
the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.

"Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.

"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to
him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I
mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy
is of her womb, for G~d's sake.).

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and
peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.

"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested

"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs.
Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?"

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.

"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not
in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen. .
Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And
occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most
male species, they um . . um . . . masturbate. Just
the way he did, lying on his back." He blushed,
glancing at my wife.

We were silent, absorbing this.

"So, Ernie's just . just . . excited," my wife offered.

"Exactly," the vet replied , relieved that we understood.

More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to
giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.

"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not
believing that the woman I married would commit
the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.

Tears were now running down her face. "It's just .that . .
I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its. . . teeny little . . "
She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once

"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the vet and
hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into
the car.. He was glad everything was going to be okay.

"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad,"
he told me.

"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing
with laughter.

Two lizards: $140.

One cage: $50.

Trip to the vet: $30.

Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie:


Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class.

Lizards lay eggs!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Hugo Says...

... life is good! Aren't I a lucky doggy!

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Valentine Hugo Says...

... lay one on me, wouldya... huh, huh, huh? I love kisses!

KISSES 5 cents