Frankie Swipes Book, Harvey & Pop Pop on the Run

Late last night we received word that Harvey, and Pop Pop were going to escape from the Boondocker Farm. "Frankie the Mouse" phoned us at our secret hiding place, and told us of the plan. I, the Fluff Dog, was to meet them about two miles from the property. Once I picked up Harvey, and Pop Pop, Frankie would go back to the Boondocker's, and watch Betty Jo's movements. That way we would know everything that she was doing, and possibly stay one step ahead of her. Before any of this could happen, Frankie had to find Betty Jo's recipe book, and get it into the hands of Pop Pop, or should I say into the claws of Pop Pop.

Frankie had been searching for that book for days. He watched Betty Jo's every move, and yesterday afternoon he found out where she kept it. It was just after midnight when Frankie went for the book. That book could hold the answer for Pop Pop, and Harvey. This has gone on for too long. Pop Pop said, "Whatever happens, happens. One way or another, we are bringing this to a close." Frankie had no problem getting the recipe book from it's hiding place, and delivering it to Pop's.

Once the book was delivered, Frankie, Harvey, and Pop Pop made their escape from Betty Jo's shed. They had some help from some other's, but their names will not be reported until this ordeal is over. Without the help of some other's, this escape, along with the recipe book, would not have been possible. Once out, they made their way to our meeting place where I picked them up, and proceeded back here to our secret hideout. It sure was good to see Pop Pop, and Harvey again. I know it's sad that Betty Jo turned them into chickens, but they do look funny the way they are, especially Pop Pop. I've never seen Pop's any other way before. I can't help for laughing, but please don't tell Pop Pop! 

I hope, after this is all over, we can get back to living a normal life again. Maybe not, I'm beginning to think that would be somewhat boring. I better stop daydreaming, and pay attention to what Pop Pop is trying to tell me. The plan is in motion now, and there's no turning back. Thanks for stopping by "The Espenblog Times."

Stunning Discovery, Part 3

It is now 4:00 a.m. Sunday morning, and I am just outside Williamsburg, Pennsylvania. When I was writing my article last evening I received a call from Ms Ernestine informing me that I needed to drop everything, and get myself to Williamsburg, Pa as quickly as I could. Pop Pop, and Harvey were both in big trouble. The entire Espenblog Staff were meeting in a secret location just outside the town. Ms Ernestine told me that she would give me the exact location when I got close.

Allow me to continue where I left off last evening. "Frankie the Mouse" was more than willing to take on this top secret operation when Pop Pop explained that Harvey's life could be in jeopardy. Frankie formulated his plan on his way to Williamsburg. He would listen to every conversation between Betty Jo, and the two rooster's involved. He didn't think that he could make friends with the two because they didn't interact with any other animals or humans. They were always together, and Betty Jo was never far away from either one of them. Frankie would have to keep his ear to the wall, and hope something would be said that could give Pop Pop a lead in the right direction. He would dig until he found what he was looking for. He didn't know what he was looking for, but when he came across it, he would know that's what he was looking for. Did you get all that?

Days went by, but nothing out of the ordinary was said. The three of them never spoke when the other animals were around. No one even paid attention to them as everyone was used to the routine by now. It was business as usual at the Boondocker's. The three would gather in an old shed just down from the barn when they wanted to communicate with each other. Betty Jo kept some hand tools in that shed, so when she went there, they always followed. Inside that shed the three would actually talk to each other, and Frankie said, "Those two rooster's are very well spoken. It seems so odd to hear rooster's speak like that. It's almost as if they have been well educated. These guys are not your ordinary, run of the mill, barnyard roosters."

When Betty Jo would go to town she would take the two along with her. Of course Frankie was tucked away somewhere in the truck listening for that key piece of information. The big break came on Friday night as Betty Jo Boondocker was driving home from town with her two rooster's. The three weren't saying much about anything when Betty Jo asked a question. She asked, "Professor Stovenpooper, what am I going to do about Harvey?" Frankie had to squirm out of his hiding place to take a look for himself. He had to make sure there were only three bodies in that truck, and not four. Nope there were only three. One human, two rooster's. Roscoe told Betty Jo that he liked Harvey, and had no ill will against him for beating him in that big fight. "Just let Harvey do what he came here to do, and everything will be fine,". You just concentrate on getting the recipe right," said Roscoe. Betty Jo said, "With all the publicity surrounding Harvey, someone is sure to figure this out." Not another word was spoken as the three rode home.

Immediately upon their return home, Frankie made a call to Pop Pop. That was the lead that Pop's was looking for. That name Betty Jo called Roscoe, Professor Stovenpooper, had to be the key that would unlock this mystery, and perhaps save Harvey from being distroyed. There was no time to waste.

In a just a few hours of research Pop Pop made a stunning discovery. He was explaining all that he found to me when Frankie called Pop Pop with some hair raising news. Harvey was in big trouble, and Pop Pop had to get there as fast as he could. Frankie emailed us the picture as to what happened to Harvey. Pop Pop took one look at the picture, and ran out of the office. Now Pop Pop, and Harvey are both in big trouble, and we are here at a secret location trying to figure out what to do. There's never a dull moment around here!

Harvey

With the big fight over, and all the celebrations done with, Harvey and Roscoe met yesterday afternoon to make nice. It was a private get together between Harvey, Roscoe, Jimbo, and Betty Jo Boondocker. The entire meeting lasted about 30 minutes, and it seems as if Harvey and Roscoe are going to be friends from now on. Betty Jo wasn't pleased with the results of the meeting, and she has been steaming mad ever since Roscoe got punched out in the big fight. As for Jimbo Boondocker, he never says much. He just stands around observing things, and holding onto his pitchfork. That pitchfork is like an American Express Card, he never leaves home without it.

This is how everything shaped up: After Harvey was honored by the Williamsburg, Pa Mayor, and Town Council last Monday night,  the entire "Espenblog Times" staff came back home, including Harvey himself. Pop Pop insisted that Harvey come home for a few days to get his feet back on the ground, and to take a much needed rest. Reluctantly Harvey agreed to come home. Besides that, Pop Pop needed to talk to Betty Jo about her relationship with Harvey which seemed to be strained after Harvey whipped up on her prize rooster. Pop's was concerned that Harvey would no longer be welcome at the Boondocker's house after all that happened. Betty Jo assured Pop Pop that Harvey was still welcome, and that she wanted Harvey to return quickly so he could continue to write his articles about Williamsburg, Pennsylvania, and the family.

Harvey was like a fish out of water the whole time he was home. You could see that he wanted to get going back to Williamsburg, Pa. His cell phone rang continually, the emails poured in, the office phones were ringing off the hook, and of course there was the media. It was just as hectic here as it had been in Williamsburg, so on Sunday Pop Pop told Harvey to head for the hills again, and to stay out of trouble. It seems that our guy Harvey is getting more popular by the day.

Roscoe has laid down his boxing gloves, and has promised to pick no more fights. I must say that Roscoe looks rather handsome all dressed up. He has made a full recovery after taking that awful beating at the hands of Harvey. He doesn't have that strained look about him anymore. He seems like he's relaxed now, and just enjoying life. Roscoe has no animosity towards Harvey, and he said, "I hope Harvey, and I can become the best of friends." With that being said, they shook hands, and spent the afternoon together.

Although Betty Jo has said that Harvey is welcome, there's something not quite right about her. It's as if she is turning something over in her head. Whatever it is, it seems to occupy her mind. She is always looking at Harvey with a strange look on her face. Maybe I'm reading too much into this thing, but I'm worried about Harvey. I wonder if anyone else can see this, or is it my imagination? Thanks be to Charlie for taking the pictures of this meeting. I'm sure Charlie will continue to take care of Harvey.  

Harvey & Pop Pop in a Twist

We, meaning the staff of "The Espenblog Times," are still hanging out at our secret location waiting for instructions from Pop Pop. The last message we received from Pop Pop was relayed to us by "Frankie the Mouse." It simply informed us to, "Stay put." It's hard to "Stay put" when everyone is crowded into such a small area. There are five of us here: Nick & Mick, Ms Ernestine, Me Too Piggy, and myself.

Nick & Mick are too tall to stay in this little building, so they spend their time standing outside, or walking through the woods. Ms Ernestine takes up a lot of space, and Me Too Piggy takes up about half of what Ms Ernestine takes up. That doesn't leave much room for little old me, but we're coping with the situation the best we can. We all want to help Harvey, and Pop Pop, but we have no idea of what to do. Something has to happen soon, whether it be for the better, or the worse. This problem has to be resolved!

It was early last Saturday morning when Pop Pop received a phone call from "Frankie the Mouse," along with a picture of what happened to Harvey. Immediately Pop's flew out the door, jumped in the car, and headed for Williamsburg, Pennsylvania. Betty Jo Boondocker had struck again, and this time, Pop Pop knew why. Perhaps knowing why would help Pop Pop know how to handle this situation, but as he drove to Williamsburg he begin to have his doubts. Betty Jo had promised Pop Pop that she wouldn't turn Harvey into anything else, but now she had broken her promise, and Pop's had to find some way to deal with her without putting Harvey in any more danger.

It seems as if Harvey was talking to one of the chickens while a hired hand was spreading feed. Harvey was telling the chicken that he was glad to be back at the Boondocker's, and he was looking forward to writing his articles again. Betty Jo appeared out of nowhere, and without saying a word, turned Harvey into a chicken. Harvey was mad, as mad as could be, as mad as he had ever been in his entire life. He screamed, he threatened, he jumped up, and down, he ran in circles, and he pleaded, but nothing worked. Betty Jo simple walked away smiling. Harvey was helpless, there was nothing he could do. "Why was she doing this? She promised that it would never happen again. WHY? Why? WHY?" he shouted.

When "Frankie the Mouse" saw what had happened, he had to rub his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. That's when he phoned Pop Pop, and took the picture. Frankie was going to have to be very careful now. He was going to find a place to lay low so as he could keep an eye on everything without having to move around so much. That Betty Jo woman could do him some real damage if she was to find out he was here to spy. He was glad Pop Pop was on his way to Williamsburg, Pennsylvania. Maybe he had the answers to this problem.

Do you the reader's have any answers to the problem? You see, the problem gets worse when Pop Pop arrives on the scene. I am beside myself, I don't have any answers. It doesn't seem that there is any answers to this situation. I'm in such despair. Can someone help me?

Pop Pop

Ever since Harvey has been in Williamsburg, Pennsylvania, Pop Pop has had this gut feeling that something wasn't right with Betty Jo Boondocker. After the first incident where Betty Jo turned Harvey into a musical pig, Pop Pop started to watch the situation very closely. At first he surmised that Betty Jo was just protecting her favorite pet, Roscoe the Rooster, but as time went on, and other strange things continued to happen, he decided to do some investigating into Betty Jo's past. What he found out frightened even Pop Pop.

Pop Pop needed someone that could get in real close. Someone that wouldn't be detected. Someone who could work behind the scene without anyone knowing he was there. Pop's called Herman, better known as "Frankie the Mouse."  All this was done without anyone else knowing what was taking place. This was a top secret operation. Pop Pop was pulling out all the stops in order to protect Harvey from worse things to come. He was certain of this. Unless he could get to the bottom of this thing, Harvey's life could be in jeopardy.

Frankie went in about a week ago while all the celebrations were going on in Williamsburg. Everyone was caught up in "The Harvey Moment" so Frankie had no problem sneaking onto the Boondocker's property. The only one he had to look out for was Betty Jo herself. She took no part in any of the festivities. Betty Jo stayed at the house, and cared for Roscoe who was beat up by Harvey in that big fight. What Frankie saw, and heard made even his hair stand on end. Put that together with what Pop Pop found out, and you end up shaking in your boots.

Pop Pop is on his way to Williamsburg, Pa as I write this article. It was early this morning that Pop's called me into his office, and showed me all the information that Frankie, and he gathered. It was so far out there that I fell off my chair as Pop Pop was telling me. It caused me to shake, and I had to run outside to take care of business. I could hardly walk. Pop's passed all the information onto me, told me to write this article, and literally ran out the door. He had to get to Williamsburg to save Harvey. Frankie was relaying some disturbing info about the situation via of cell phone. Pop's told me that he would remain in constant communication with me as soon as he got off the phone with Frankie. I sure hope he took his car charger for his phone with him.

Oh boy! My cell phone is ringing, and I see it's Pop Pop. Have to take this call, I'll be back with more information. Hang in there Harvey, help is on the way!

Hugh Explosion Rocks Countryside

Just moments ago a hugh explosion rocked the countryside here in Williamsburg, Pennsylvania. A building located on the Boondocker's property has been blown sky high, and people for miles around have been knocked out of their beds. 

I just happened to be outside doing what good doggies do, when the blast occurred. Fortunately I had the video camera with me, and I was able to capture the event. What a blast! The entire staff of "The Espenblog Times" is here at the Boondocker's to cover the scheduled fight tonight between Roscoe the Boxing Rooster, and our guy Harvey. The scene is one of chaos right now as folks are running around counting heads. It appears that everyone is accounted for accept Harvey. Oh boy, here we go again!

The blast was so powerful that it knocked the entire Georges' Gorilla's Football Team, and Ms Ernestine out of their beds. Those boys are really big, and Ms Ernestine is no small child either, so you know the blast was hugh if it knocked them out of their beds.

The early reports are that Harvey was seen going into that building about one hour before the explosion. No one saw him come out so they are assuming that Harvey was in the building when it blew up. Everyone is frantically trying to find Harvey. Everyone except Roscoe the Rooster, and the Hornblower. Roscoe is just strutting around here with his boxing gloves on, and the Hornblower if following him while blowing on his horn. These two have some serious issues. I can see where Harvey was coming from when he was telling us about them.

I'll get back to you as soon as we have an update on what's taking place here in Williamsburg, Pennsylvania. Stay plugged in, you don't want to miss anything. 

Harvey

This is a confirmed bulletin from Williamsburg, Pennsylvania: After last Thursday's hair raising event where Betty Jo Boondocker turned Harvey into a musical pig, I have just confirmed that the two of them have come to an agreement. Harvey has been in hiding since Friday afternoon when Boondocker turned him back into his normal self. Harvey scurried into the woods with only his cell phone, and has stayed in hiding until late this morning. He has been in touch with Pop Pop via of cell phone since late Friday night.

Pop Pop has served as a broker between the two. Harvey said he wasn't going back to the Boondocker's, because he was afraid of what Betty Jo would do to him next. Betty Jo said that she had over re-acted, and that it wouldn't happen again. When Pop Pop relayed that message to Harvey, Harvey decided to push for more than just her word. If Harvey was going to stay at the Boondocker's, and complete this assignment he wanted that crazy rooster dealt with, so he proposed a boxing match between himself, and Roscoe the Rooster. Betty Jo could not interfer before, during or after the match. Whatever happens, happens! In addition, Pop Pop, and the entire staff of "The Espenblog Times" would be in attendance. No matter which way the fight turns out, when it's over, it's over.

Pop Pop took Harvey's proposition to Betty Jo, and she said she would accept it under one condition. When Pop Pop heard her one condition he was sure that he would have to move Harvey to another location to complete his assignment, but he phoned Harvey again, and presented it. To Pop Pop's absolute amazement, Harvey agreed. Pop Pop knew then that this rooster called Roscoe was about to step into a whole new world of hurt when this match took place. With that, Pop's called Betty Jo, and told her that Harvey agreed, and that he would be back at her place in time for supper. Pop Pop was happy, Betty Jo was thrilled that Harvey was coming back, and Harvey was tickled that he negotiated his way into the boxing ring with that crazy rooster.

Here's the final agreement: Harvey get's to box the rooster, Harvey has his own little hut away from the house, and Betty Jo does no more magic on him in any way, shape, or form accept the one proposed by Betty Jo, and agreed upon by Harvey.

Harvey has said that Betty Jo can turn him into the musical pig on Monday evening when she has her friends over for supper, and on Wednesday afternoon when she goes to town. Can you believe that? Harvey is going to build this event up. I'll bet the whole town of Williamsburg turns out for this one. Oh well, that's the scoop for this afternoon. I sure hope Harvey knows what he's doing. 

Harvey is Coming Unglued

Our boy Harvey is a very complex creature. Although Harvey is very talented, he is extremely difficult to get along with. I'm sure you know of individuals that fit this pattern. It seems as if there is always something getting under his crawl. The whole time that Harvey has been here at "The Espenblog Times" it has been one thing after another. I have continually tried to be friendly with Harvey, but he just doesn't get it. I, and the rest of the staff think the world of Harvey, but he puts up his wall, and doesn't let anyone in.

When he wrote his article the other day stating that everyone around here was trying to drive him crazy, I decided to give it one more try. I am now reading a book entitled, "How to Deal With Monkey's." Thus far I haven't found anything that has been of help. I just can't figure out why Harvey takes everything so personal.

Sure, we make funny pictures of Harvey, and someone is always busting on him, but he brings it upon himself most of the time. I do have a tip for him if he would take it to heart. "Harvey, try doing some funny things to us instead of getting mad all the time. You see, this publication's goal is to make everyone as crazy as the rest of us. We are all crazy, and we know it. We stopped fighting it a long time ago. You are crazy Harvey, but you are fighting it. Owning up to it is half the battle, give it up, and have fun." So much for my advice to Harvey.

It was rather dull around here when Harvey was missing, and we are all so happy now that he is back, but Harvey is coming unglued for sure. His therapist has told him to loosen up, but as of yet he hasn't. Perhaps a vacation in the country would help. Some place where he could meet new creatures, and new people. Somewhere relaxing where he could write his articles without any distractions. I'll have to discuss this idea with Pop Pop, and see what he thinks about it. Maybe it would clear his mind, and help him to see just how lucky he really is. You know, like a newborn baby seeing the world for the first time. Yep, that might be the answer to Harvey's problems.

I just had to get this off my chest. Thank you so much for stopping by, and if you have any suggestions for Harvey, please leave your comments. I'm sure he will have something to say! 

Mom Mom Win's By KO

Friday night at the "Big Fight" proved to be as exciting as it was billed. The arena was packed with fans from everywhere. 67% of those who were polled picked Mom Mom to win, and they weren't disappointed. Mom Mom lived up to her reputation, and became one mean fighting machine when the bell rang.

The Crumbpacker's Fantasy Football League, the entire staff of "The Espenblog Times," friends, and family all gathered at ringside for this big event. Throw in the other thousands that were there, and you had a packed out house. It was a fun filled Friday night for everyone in attendance, except for Pop Pop.

Pop's gave it his best effort, but Mom Mom came on to strong. She slapped him around like a loose screen door in a violent windstorm. Mom Mom drove him to the canvas like she was driving stakes into the ground with her big sledgehammer. This girl had some pent up anger inside her, and she vented on Pop Pop's head. Remember, Pop Pop beat Mom Mom in the Championship Game during fantasy football season that ended a couple weeks ago. She was out for revenge, and I'd say she got what she wanted.

Wow, Mom Mom knocked Pop's down three times before she finally put his lights out for good in the final round. In fact, Pop Pop is still out cold. It's probably good for him to be unconscious right now, because I don't believe he would like what he would see if he could look in a mirror. Mom Mom really put one on him this time. Eyes all black, and blue, face all puffy, and lips all swollen. It looks like he got hit with a big truck. He'll probably come around sometime today.

Mom Mom's prefight interview is at the top left hand side of this page, and the fight is on the top right. I did the best I could, but that was the first time I ever used Pop Pop's video camera. He gave me a quick lesson before the fight so I did the best I could. I'll get better as time goes on now that I know what I'm doing. Pop Pop is real good with the video, but of course he had his hands full trying to fight off Mom Mom. I hope you enjoy the two video's we have put together.

Our goal here at "The Espenblog Times" is to make you all as crazy as we are. You never know what might appear in this publication so subscribe to us, bookmark us, and become a regular here at "The Espenblog Times."

Pop Pop Trying to Get Ready For Big Fight

With only 40 hours before the big fight, Pop Pop is scrambling to get ready. He has been sparring every night this week, trying to sharpen his skills in the ring while Mom Mom just sits in her chair, and laughs at him. From what I've seen, he doesn't look like he's getting any sharper. I think he's really worried about this one. Look at the situation from his viewpoint.

The entire Crumbpacker's Fantasy Football League will be at ring side on Friday night. The Gorilla's have just gotten back from their "Celebration in the Jungle," and Coach Whitey is going to be in Pop Pop's corner. Ms Ernestine will be there along with Nosy the Bloodhound, and Frankie the Mouse. Family, and friends from all over will be here tomorrow night to witness this big event so Pop Pop doesn't want to embarrass himself. Don't worry Pop's, you probably won't know what happened for at least a few days after the fight. I shouldn't have said that, but I couldn't help it.

Consider the fact that pictures are going to be taken, and the video camera will be rolling for complete coverage of the big fight, and you can see why Pop Pop is worried. I think he's having second thoughts about this, but it's too late now. I think I'll be able to put the video on here after the fight. I've been practicing on how to do it, and I think I might know how now.

Mom Mom just goes about her business like nothing is going on. I think it's a phycological thing she does to mess with Pop Pop's head, although I believe Mom Mom is going to mess up Pop Pop's head in the ring. She just laughs, and tells him not to worry, it will all be over soon. Pop Pop just stares at her when she tells him that. You know, with the deer in the headlights look.

The last time I looked the poll was reading 67% in favor of Mom Mom, and 33% in favor of Pop Pop. I personnaly don't believe that Pop Pop can beat Mom Mom in the ring tomorrow night, but I've seen him pull some rabbits out of his hat in the past. Of course all the rabbits in the world can't help him tomorrow night. He has to step in the ring all by himself with Mom Mom, and try not to get punched out. This is going to be exciting around here, and I can hardly wait.

The poll is at the top of the article so please take a moment, and vote as to whom you think will win the big fight tomorrow night. I know one thing, Mom Mom will have no mercy on Pop Pop tomorrow night. She's coming to knock him out! What do you think

Mom Mom & Pop Pop to Square Off

It seems as if I can't get this Wii thing out of my system. I've written my last three articles about this crazy machine, and today's article is more of the same. I think I'll give up chasing cats, and take up the Wii instead. Besides, I can't catch cats no matter how hard I try. I'll save that story for another day.

The big story of the day is that Mom Mom, and Pop Pop are going to square off in the ring this week. The challenge has been thrown out by Pop Pop and accepted by Mom Mom. I must admit that after being married for almost 41 years they still know how to have fun, if you call getting punched in the nose fun. This main event is scheduled to take place on Friday, right here in the living room. This is going to be something.

They have asked me to operate the camera, and the video camera so I'm going to have my paws full. I'll post some of the pictures when this thing is over, and if I get lucky I'll even post a short video. I have to work on a few things to be able to post the video, but I think I can do it.

You know with this Wii thing that you can make your own Mii. I mean you can make your Mii look just like yourself. I guess that's why they call it a Mii. Anyhow, Mom Mom, and Pop Pop have had their own Mii since they hooked this thing up back in July. Mom Mom did both the Mii's, and she did a fine job. When you see them on the screen it looks just like Mom Mom, and Pop Pop.

If the past boxing matches between the two reflects on this boxing match, Pop Pop will be toast. They have went at it several times before, and Mom Mom came out ahead, and Pop Pop got his head knocked off, or I should say out. When Mom Mom gets the numchuck's in one hand, and the controller in the other hand she becomes one mean fighting machine. Her hands move faster than Sugar Ray Leonard's did when he was in his prime. My money is going down on Mom Mom Friday night.

Pop Pop starts out fine, but then he starts laughing so hard that he drops his hands. That's when Mom Mom moves in, and punches him out. I believe that is Mom Mom's strategy, to make Pop's laugh, and then bust him up real good. Whatever it is, it works. Pop Pop has already told me that he's going to be very serious in this big event. He's not going to crack up at Mom Mom flinging her arms around. He's going to focus on business at hand. We'll see, but I doubt it.

I wouldn't want to be in Pop Pop's shoes this coming Friday. Remember, Pop Pop just beat Mom Mom in the Crumbpacker's League Championship Game, and I believe she is still upset about that. She has a score to settle, and this is a great way to even things up. There's some pent up hostility in that woman, and she going to take it all out on Pop Pop's head on Friday night. Mom Mom said, "It's lights out for you. By the time I'm done with you, you might not wake up until Monday." I believe she's going to leave a mark.

I think I hear Pop Pop in there training for the fight. He better bring his best on Friday, because Mom Mom is ready to ring him up.I'll put up a poll, and you all vote as to who you think will win this big event.

I can hardly wait for this one. Thanks for stopping by "The Espenblog Times." Please leave your comments, and the poll is at the top of the article, please vote!

I Have My Eye on the WII

Mom Mom bought a Wii back in April or May of this year when Pop Pop was in Detroit, MI. She never hooked it up because she didn't know how. She's not the most technical savvy person on this planet. When she brought it home, she told me we would have to wait until Pop Pop come home to hook it up.

Pop Pop come home at the end of June, and it took him a couple weeks before he was ready to hook it up. It was somewhere in the middle of July before he finally got around to getting the Wii operational. It wasn't that Pop Pop was afraid to hook it up, he loves this modern technology, it's just that he was busy doing other things.

When the Wii was hooked up, and running, they begin playing. Mom Mom, and Pop Pop played all the games at least once, including boxing where Mom Mom knocked Pop Pop out several times. Even now when they box, she usually knocks him out. It's fun to watch as Mom Mom walks around the ring with her arms raised high. If I was Pop's, I'd be sure not to make Mom Mom mad. She might knock him out in real life.

They got hooked on the bowling game, and of course when Kimmy stops by along with Mike, they all go bowling. They really get into it, and I love to watch their reactions.

As Pop Pop read more about the Wii he was interested in setting it up on the internet. You can send, and receive emails, view, and send pictures, and a number of other things. He was most interested in playing other people wherever they might be, especially after Missy, and Lori got their Wii out in Michigan. He did alright with the installation until he got to that WEP code number or whatever it's called. Everytime he would put the big, long number, letter thing in there it would come up with an error. He tried several times over the past few months, but always ended up with the same results.

The other night while he was talking to Missy over the phone they both decided to try to hook up on each of their WII's. Missy was successful, while Pop's got the error message. Yesterday Pop's called Comcast. I knew that was coming. He had reached the point that he had to get his Wii on the internet. I watched as he went upstairs to his computer, came down with a piece of paper with a long number on it, turned the Wii on, followed the instructions that the lady on the phone was giving, and in a matter of two minutes he was connected. You should have seen the look on his face when the screen told him the connection was a success. A great big smile, and a little jump told me the story.

After that Missy, and Pop's was on the phone again sending messages back, and forth to each other. Pop Pop set up his news channel, and his weather channel, went to the Wii Shop and looked around. They even set up their connect24, or 24 connect, whatever it is, so they are constantly on when the Wii is off. Now they are figuring out how to play games with each other. They both know that they have to have the same game with some sort of friend code, but they are not sure which games you can play with other players, but I bet they figure it out pretty quick. If any of you know anything about playing Wii on the internet please leave your comments. It will be appreciated.

Since July I have been watching, and listening about this Wii thing. No one knows it, but I'm ready to give it a try. That's how I learned about blogging on the computer. I watched, and listened, and then I made my move. Today when Pop Pop leaves, I'm going to go bowling. I'd really like to try that boxing thing, but I don't want to take a chance on being knocked out when Pop Pop returns. How would I explain that one? There I would be, knocked out, lying on the floor, with the Wii on. If that would happen I sure would like to see the look on Pop Pop's face. I'll let you all know how this venture turns out. I'm so excited! I can't wait until Pop Pop leaves.

If you should have any suggestions about this playing Wii on the internet, please leave your comments. I know Pop's would really appreciate it.

Fluffy Chills Out

Ever since the disappearance of Harvey we have all been under a tremendous amount of stress here at "The Espenblog Times." As much as we picked on Harvey, we really do miss him, and when he returns, we'll continue to pick on him. We miss him always getting into trouble, and stirring up the pot.

Yesterday was a beautiful day here on Delmarva so I decided to go for a stroll. I needed a breath of fresh air so as to clear my mind from all that has happened in the past month. I grabbed my camera, and off I went to see what what was going on. I never leave home without my camera because Pop Pop always said, "You never know what you may encounter, so always take your camera." I sure am glad that I did.

The very first thing I encountered was my bird friends sitting on the wire down the street. They didn't see me until after I snapped the picture, but they were so funny. William, the one with his feathers all messed up, had a bad day. Sylvia told him why he looked so bad, and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. I almost peed myself right there on the sidewalk.

I then ventured over to Gertrude Doflicky's pig farm to see what was going on. I stumbled unto some pigs that were having a party. Boy, were they soused! They were dancing, laying upside down, and staggering around. It was so funny to watch them carry on. They must have gotten into some of Gertrude's corn liquor, and decided to throw themselves a party. I bet their heads hurt this morning.

I went by Bill, and Ethel Bacon's pen while I was there to see what they were up too. When I got close to the pen I heard one of them gasp, or was it gas. Oh well, you really couldn't tell if it was gas because the pen stinks anyhow, and they don't really care, but they are always fun to visit with. They both had this funny look on their faces when I walked up to the pen. They were staring down at a football with this startled look on their faces. I heard what one of them said, and I wondered if it was really true. I know that Jr went away to college sometime ago, but they haven't heard from him since he left. They had been quite concerned about Jr, and I myself wondered if it was really their boy they were looking at. I just continued on without saying a word. I just left them to their thoughts.

I was rather thirsty so I made my way over to "The Big Trunk Inn." I like to go there every now, and then to visit my friends that hang out there. Most of the time the elephants hang out there, but everyone, and everything drops in from time to time. I walked in when they were having their happy hour, although happy hour to them is every hour. Those big boy's, and girl's can really drink it up, but they are so funny to be around. They all made me feel at home, made me laugh, and asked about Harvey. I stayed there about an hour, and decided to head back home.

When I arrived at home I just about lost it. In fact I did lose it. Mom Mom, and Pop Pop are taking care of Pop Pop's 85 year old mother because she can't stay by herself any longer. She has a very hard time getting around so they brought her from Pa to stay with them. Now, let me tell you, the old girl's mind is as sharp as a tack, but her body is breaking down. She has a great sense of humor, and I like laying on the floor beside her chair because she always talks to me. Well, this is what I saw when I walked into the house after my little stroll. There was Pop Pop leaning on the high chair with Granny sitting in the high chair. I fell to the floor, and cracked up. I howled, while tears flowed down my face. I never laughed so hard in my entire life as I laughed then. It took me quite a while to get straightened out, but after I got ahold of myself I went and took a much needed nap.

You never know what you may encounter when you go for a stroll. Always take your camera!

Time Has Stopped

On March 21st Pop Pop left for Williamsburg, Pennsylvania to rescue Harvey. It has been almost two weeks now, and it seems as if time has stood still. The agonizing wait is almost unbearable to me. With each passing day it seems as if there will be no solution to this problem.

When Pop Pop arrived at the Boondocker's that Saturday afternoon he immediately spotted Harvey. Harvey wasn't hard to pick out. How many monkey's do you know that have a chicken body? There he was scratching with the rest of the chickens in the yard. Pop's turned off the car, and approached Harvey which immediately drew the attention of Betty Jo Boondocker. Pop Pop was the last person she expected on this fine Saturday afternoon.

Just before Pop Pop pulled into the Boondocker's property, he spoke to "Frankie the Mouse" on his cell phone. Frankie told Pop's where to find Harvey, and also informed him of his own hiding place. Of course none of this was known by Betty Jo. Pop Pop, and Harvey had only a few moments to speak to each other before Betty Jo arrived upon the scene. The only thing Harvey was able to say was, "She got me again, Pop's!" Pop Pop replied, "I see," and Boondocker was standing right beside him.

Pop Pop asked Betty Jo why she broke her promise, and turned Harvey into a chicken? She became livid, forgetting that her, and Pop Pop were cousins. Her veins rose up in her neck, and her face became fire engine red. You could see her blood pressure rising right in front of your eyes. She was angry, and what she was saying didn't make any sense at all. Pop Pop couldn't get a word in edgewise. Before anyone knew what happened, Betty Jo stepped back, pointed her hands toward Pop Pop, uttered some strange words, wiggled her fingers, and poof, Pop Pop was turned into a chicken. It was all too much for Harvey, he passed out!

"Frankie the Mouse" was in his hiding place observing what was taking place. Frankie was describing the scene for me via of his cell phone. Apparently when Boondocker turned Pop Pop into a chicken, Frankie became speechless. It was a long time before he could speak, and I, the Fluffy Dog was going nuts. It seemed like forever before Frankie spoke again, but when he did he was very well shaken. He broke down, and cried. He had never seen such a sight in all his years as an investigator. Now both Harvey, and Pop Pop were in a pickle.

With each passing day there are more people dropping by the Boondocker's wondering where Harvey is. Betty Jo keeps telling everyone she doesn't know what happened to Harvey. Both Harvey, and Pop Pop's vehicles are sitting there in plain sight, both have Delaware tags on them. Harvey's belongings are in his hut while Pop Pop's are still in the backseat of his car, but she hasn't seen them. Frankie has informed us that Betty Jo has moved Harvey, and Pop Pop down to that shed that her, and the rooster's go to when they want to talk. She has them locked up down there, and Frankie has access to that shed. The three of them are trying to form a plan to get out of this mess. As for the rest of us, we're still waiting for instructions. 

Charlie the Horse, and Carl Hoot are working behind the scenes too. In fact, all the animals around know exactly what is taking place, but none of them can really help. Only Betty Jo can turn this situation back to normal unless Harvey, Frankie, and Pop Pop can come up with something. I'm afraid that it's going to take some drastic measures to get Harvey, and Pop Pop back. I hope they do something soon, even if it's wrong. Just do something, I'm going nuts!   

Stunning Discovery Continued

I am sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you all, but this has been a very strenuous day for all of us here at "The Espenblog Times." I have been in constant contact with Pop Pop on my cell phone, the office phone has been ringing off the hook, the emails are pouring in, and the fax machine is working overtime. I am the only one here at "The Espenblog Times" Headquarter's since Pop Pop called for all hands to report to Williamsburg, Pennsylvania immediately. The whole gang left here a few hours ago to cover this story.

The situation in Williamsburg seems to be deteriorating by the moment, and it's not looking good for Harvey, again. Let me get settled down here so I can tell you what Pop Pop, and Frankie has come up with so far. When Betty Jo turned Harvey into the dancing pig, and couldn't turn him back to his normal self, Pop Pop really became suspicious. Harvey, along with Pop's, didn't think Betty Jo wanted to get Harvey right because she didn't want the big fight to take place. She wanted Harvey to forfeit the fight so Roscoe wouldn't get hurt. When Pop Pop watched Betty Jo's reaction to the fight he was more convinced than ever, but he had no proof. There was something behind this Roscoe the Rooster that Pop Pop couldn't put his finger on.

Roscoe the Rooster walked like a rooster, he looked like a rooster, he ate like a rooster, but he never could crow like a rooster. Roscoe would never crow at sunrise. He would pose like a rooster getting ready to crow in another day, but he couldn't crow. Instead of Roscoe crowing, the hornblowing rooster would let out several blasts from his big horn. The other animals at the Bondocker's would just shake their heads in dismay, and continue on. It was the talk of the town for awhile, but folks got used to it, and never paid it any more attention. Pop Pop noticed this strange happening, and begin to dig for answers.

He was looking to find out how long Roscoe had been at the Boondocker's. He couldn't ask Betty Jo, so Harvey asked Charlie the Horse, his trusted friend. Charlie informed Harvey that Roscoe came to the Boondocker's about 8 years ago along with the Hornblower. Betty Jo showed up with them one summer afternoon. It wasn't Roscoe that stood out, "It was the dude with the horn that threw us all into a fit," said Charlie. Charlie continued with his story, "Whoever saw a rooster carrying a horn? O.k., we animals do some strange things, but the first morning the sun rose, Roscoe didn't crow. Instead the Hornblower let out several blasts from that stupid sounding horn. When he blew into that thing, every rooster for miles around stopped crowing, and we all cracked up. I wish I could have taken a picture of that first morning. You had to see it to believe it. It's been that way ever since. We've grown accustomed to it around here." When Pop Pop received that message from Harvey, he called in "Frankie the Mouse." Pop's still didn't know what he was looking for, but he was going to find out what the connection was between a rooster that couldn't crow, a hornblowing rooster, and Betty Jo Boondocker.

Oh no! Ms Ernestine is calling me on my cell phone. I have to take her call right away. I'll be right back.

Harvey Has Been Found Alive

The whereabouts of Harvey had most of us assuming the worse. If Harvey was in that building that exploded this morning, there was no way he could have survived. Investigator's can't even find anything that even begins to resemble Harvey. No clothes, no hair, no glasses, no nothing. Remember, when Harvey went into that building he was still the dancing pig. Betty Jo Boondocker just couldn't get Harvey turned into his natural self, and one of the last things Harvey said in his article was that he was going to take matters into his own hands. When Harvey does that, nothing good ever happens.

Here is a first hand account of what happened prior to, during, and after the explosion. Carl Hoot is sitting here beside me, telling me in his own words what took place early this morning. By the way, Carl Hoot is an owl that trees up across the field from the building that blew up. He lives right inside the tree line so he had a bird's eye view of what happened.

"I had been out getting a bite to eat, and I stopped over at the barn to see Charlie before I went home. We talked for along time about the things that have been happening around here since Harvey arrived. Charlie and I both took a liking to the old boy, and was feeling bad for him. You know, Betty Jo not being able to get him right. This isn't the first time this has happened, but it seems as if everyone around here has taken a shine to old Harvey. He's like the most exciting thing to hit this town since the flood."

Well, we watched as old Harvey walked into that building. We could see him real well when he turned the lights on. He had him a big pot, a jug with some liquid in it, and a whole bunch of other stuff. We knew what he was fixing to do. Harvey was going to make his own potion to get himself right. Charlie told him earlier that he better not try that, but I guess the old boy was beyond desperate. I left Charlie then, and went to my house. I could still Harvey very well from my tree across the field.

I can say for sure he was working hard. Mixing, stirring, adding some more, mixing again, and taking a little taste each time he added something new. I noticed that the ingredients were smokin, you know, vapors coming up out of the pot. I didn't have a good feeling about this. For some reason I got me a better grip on the branch I was sitting on, and I'm glad I did. It seemed as if Harvey was satisfied with his recipe when he must have decided to take a break before drinking the potion. That's when it happened...Kaboom!

Harvey reached inside his tuxedo, pulled out a cigar, found his lighter, and struck it. What a blast! That explosion woke everyone, and everything for miles around. I watched as Harvey come out of that building like a rocket just launched from the pad. He came screaming across the field like an unguided missle climbing higher, and higher by the second. Man was he traveling! He went by me faster than a speeding bullet. The ground was still shaking when I took out after him.

I figured the rate of speed he was traveling, and the height he was flying at, he should hit somewhere around Town's Hill in Williamsburg. That was several miles away. I was right. Of course he hit long before I got there. I did a fly over, and sure enough, there he was in a big brush pile. He had no idea what had happened, muchless of where he was. I hurried back, and went to get Charlie. Charlie was just getting to his feet when I flew into the barn. I told him what happened, and how far Harvey had flown. I then flew back to be with Harvey until Charlie could get there. The great thing was that the explosion did something to Harvey because he was his old natural self again. Other than being somewhat bewildered, hard of hearing, and sore from hitting that brush pile, Harvey seemed to be alright. Charlie arrived about an hour later, and carried Harvey home."

The medical staff has reported that Harvey can fight the rooster tonight. The bell rings at 9:00 p.m. We'll have to push Harvey out into the center of the ring, because he won't hear the bell. We all hope Harvey will be more grounded tonight!

I Have Good News,

Yep, I did it! As soon as Pop Pop left the other day I ran into the living room, and turned on the Wii. I was so excited that I was shaking. I had to take a deep breath so I could calm myself down. This was my moment, and I didn't want to screw things up. Everything had to be just right so no one would know that I was on the Wii.

I did everything right, and I was thrilled beyond words when I saw the screen light up. I was in, and then I inserted the disc. I wanted to bowl, so I clicked on bowling, and off I went. There I was at the bowling alley with the ball in my paw, and ready to roll. Down the lane it went, and I let out a yelp when I hit for a strike. Hey, this was fun. I was in my own little world throwing the ball down the lane, and racking up a big score. I bowled a 212 that first game, and I was really proud of myself. I bowled about six games, and doing quite well when I decided to try my paw at that boxing game. I should have left well enough alone.

I told myself not to do the boxing thing. There was a battle going on in my head. The good Fluff was saying that I should go back to the bowling, while the bad Fluff was telling me to go ahead. "Just one time won't hurt. Play once, and then go back to the bowling. You know you won't be satisfied until you try it," said the bad Fluff in my head. The good Fluff was screaming at me from the other side saying, "Don't do it. Stop while you are ahead. Something bad is going to happen. Go back to bowling, and let this boxing thing alone." I caved into the bad Fluff, and went into the ring.

With the controllers for boxing in my paws, I started throwing punches. Hooks, jabs, uppercuts, and straight rights flew into my opponents face, and body. His knees buckled, and down he went. "Oh boy, I'm good at this," I shouted. I tauted my opponent, "Come on you woo woo, get up and fight me like a man. I have more where that come from. What's wrong, you scared of Fluffy Dog?" I was dancing around the ring, raising my arms high like Mom Mom does, and feeling like I was invincible.

My opponent rose to his feet, and I threw more punches, but so did he. Into my body, upside my head, and unto my nose. Punches from every direction, hitting me everywhere on my body, and head. I couldn't fight him off. All of a sudden the lights went out. Not the lights in the house, but the lights in my head. I felt this awful blow to the side of my head, saw a hugh light display going off, and then total, absolute darkness.

The next thing I remembered was hearing Pop Pop's voice coming from far away. I opened my eyes, and there was at least ten Pop Pop's standing above me. I just couldn't get my eyes focused, or my head cleared. What happened to me? Did I fall down the steps? Did I run into the doorway? Did someone hit me upside my head? Then it came to me, I was playing Wii Boxing, and got knocked out. Oh boy, I was busted.

I was starting to regain my senses when I heard Mom Mom come through the door. Pop Pop was cracking up, and Mom Mom came running. There they were, looking down at me, and laughing so hard they had tears coming down their cheeks. The Wii was on boxing, and I was knocked out on the floor. That told the whole story.

Mom Mom helped me to my feet while she was still laughing tears, and Pop Pop had to sit down because he was laughing so hard. I should have listened to the good Fluff in my head, and no one would have ever known that I was playing the Wii.

Mom Mom said she would give me some pointers on boxing, but I don't think I'll be boxing anytime soon. I better stick to bowling. That dude really laid me out. 

Where is Harvey?

It has been a week now since Harvey was awarded the 2008 Cry Baby Award from the Crumbpacker's Fantasy Football League, and we haven't heard from him. He hasn't been seen around here for 5 or 6 days. Harvey hasn't called anybody, written anyone, or left any messages for anyone. It's a complete mystery to all of us here at "The Espenblog Times."

Where is Harvey? What's he up to? Is he alright? Was he kidnapped? Is he still alive? These are the questions that are being asked by everyone around. His car is gone, he hasn't been at his hut, because the mailbox is jammed full of mail, there are no lights on in his hut, and he hasn't been to his office in several days. Coach Whitey, nor the Gorilla's have heard from him, which is quite unusual. The only thing we do know for sure is that Harvey did take his laptop with him, but he hasn't been sending or receiving any emails whatsoever.

Everyone here, and abroard has tried to call him on his cell phone, but he just doesn't answer. Here it is gameday, and Harvey is missing. We have contacted the proper authorities so they can use their resources to help find Harvey, but they have nothing to report. It's like he vanished from the face of the earth.

As much trouble that Harvey get's himself into, I find it hard to believe that he's just keeping a low profile. Keeping a low profile is not something that Harvey does. He has to be seen, and heard by everyone, and the more the better. This is totally uncharacteristic of Harvey to say the least.

We haven't received any notes, or phone calls demanding money for Harvey's return so I don't believe he has been kidnapped. I mean you are taking a chance on kidnapping Harvey, because he just seems to attract trouble, and that's the last thing a kidnapper would need. Besides, who would actually pay for Harvey's return. The kidnapper's might get a lot of money if they agreed to keep Harvey, and not return him to society. Oh no, did I really say that?

Someone has told us that Harvey has run away because of the way we treat him here at "The Espenblog Times," but that isn't so. You need to understand that Harvey thrives on controversy. It's his very nature to be mischievious, and stir up the pot wherever he is. Harvey likes to add fire to the pot, and he loves to watch the pot boil even though he understands that he ends up in the boiling pot most of the time. 

Well, if you have any word of where Harvey is, please contact us here at "The Espenblog Times." If you have any ideas of where Harvey could be, please write them in the comments so we can check them out. Help us find Harvey, it's been rather dull around here without him.

My closing words are to Harvey himself: Harvey, wherever you are, and whatever you are doing, we are going to find out. You have your laptop so why don't you email us or write an article from where you are? You can't hide for very long Harvey, because you can't stay out of trouble long enough. Give it up Harvey, and get in touch with us, and Harvey, you really have PopPop steaming mad, so you better let us know where you are. I bet you are going to have a story to tell when you do come out of hiding, and a story it will be for sure.

I bet I'll hear from you soon. Just remember PopPop isn't very happy with you right now.