The Rip Van Wrinkler,
XXV, Issue 4, November 2021

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©2021 Tina Bromberg

Ashley Lorin
Ivan has no photos doing rally or other amazing feats. But he did ask me to send a photo of the collection of trinkets he brought to me, very specifically and deliberately, in the month of September. Interesting collection of (?) gifts.

There were some other things like his toys and bones but those are brought for different reasons and with a vastly different expression on his face.

I have no idea where he found some of this. Presumably somewhere out there in the yard…

Oh. I also didn’t keep the several pine cones. He brings me those too.

Karen Christensen
He’s quite the curator!

Such an odd dog.

He only does this when I’m sitting on the couch. Often he is with me. I’m scratching his belly. He looks up. Gets up. Looks at me. Runs out. Comes in and gives me a gift. Payment for scratches? Well he’s not getting a happy ending, even if he brings me a gold coin. 😂

Reminded me that I used to call Amelia, "Amelia the crow."

Ivan also falls asleep with whatever he is chewing on after breakfast. Still has puppy brain.


Natalie Culver
Ivy had second breakfasts today, ick. She seems pleased as punch to have caught a rascally rabbit 🐇 that was apparently hanging out under the shed.

Harry was super annoyed both dogs wouldn’t come inside for their breakfasts. I asked him “what are they doing out there” he said “I don’t know they are just running around the shed and won’t come in”.

Then I saw them standing over something. I told Harry to calm down... that I am working at home today (hence no rush for dogs to come in, eat breakfast, be walked so Harry can get to work etc). I also told him
I thought Ivy probably was eating her breakfast out there near the shed, ggggg.

I don’t think she ate much 🐇 Jasper came right inside for his actual breakfast when I called to him. Ivy not so much. She did come in when I got the lgra squeaker lure out to lure her inside.

Then she stood pacing & whining circling around at back door.

I felt bad for her so told Harry not to dispose of the thing. I took kids to school drop off & Ivy did then eat her kibble breakfast. I let dogs back out after I was home from school drop off.

Ivy again didn’t really eat much of it she just wanted it to “play chase” again I think 😆 but rabbit is RIP...


Jackie Dering
Love this issue! The contests, the pictures, the art, all of it.

Jackie thank you, tremendously, for proofing it.

Jackie Dering
Truly my pleasure. I get to read it early.

Lisa Stewart
Awesome issue

Kim McNeill
Another winner!

Andrea Stone

Chris O'Rear
Great issue! Sadly knowing (sometimes virtually) all the dogs being honored and remembered makes it bittersweet. And surprise there is Swagger and Mellie swimming along! Thank you for including them ❤

Lisa Marshall

Annechien Smith
Halfway through the great new issue, and I just realise how stupid I am - all these years I missed the Rip van Wrinkle vs the Rip van Winkle.... even more dumb as Van Winkel = 'of the shop' in Dutch with a slightly different spelling.... As shop is still called a winkel in Dutch. Oh well, I could not say the letter 'r' until I was 6 anyhow. I shall continue reading tomorrow as it is after midnight now... Loving it so far.

Annechien it’s a pun. Wrinkled faces + rip Van Winkle.

Lisa Stewart
Annechien - Rip Van Winkle and the Legend of Sleepy Hollow was a story written by a Hudson Valley author in the 1700s and there are many landmarks in the area as well as wrinkly dogs:)

Uschi Grewe
LOVE love this issue! Great as always and was so astonished to see AJ's story about stealing our bread 🙃 but yes so pleased, thank you ❤

Yvonne 't Mannetje
Thanks for another great issue. I completely forgot about the photo where Dana jumps over Ch'ami, loved to see this ❤️

Lisa Osenni
I always cry when I get to the obituaries 😭

Lisa Marshall
Love love love!!! As always❤️


The Maddie Chronicles:

The Maddie Chronicles:
Oh My Dog! Who authorized my Piddles to become Dribbles!?! I require fully functional minions so that I am prepared for full disciplinary shoeing response. The Piddles have shown a right shoe preference and while less sketchy it does produce a satisfactory grumbling from the Bald Two Legged Peon. In fact, the Piddles performed a peon homonym upon the Village Idiot while he resided under the fuzzy blanket. Now I’m not sure “this baptismal” was due to sexy time, but it sure caused the Bald Dude to rapidly arise. In fact, I believe I heard a lot of new words too, most with four letters. Here’s my problem, the Piddles, as Dribbles, have developed a Piddletude. Instead of listening for my precise BARKCON coordination instructions, they are now Behaving Irritably Together Creating Havoc And Yapping. They are straight up BITCHY! They are not pleased with this newly developed junk in their trunks and are more focused on cleaning themselves than executing my minion directives. In fact, they have even given me muzzle when I inspected their tail feathers. I verified they were not ready for Prime Time, but they did not appreciate my nosework. They are spending an inordinate amount time demanding belly rubs from the Bald Boob instead of monitoring for incursions of Sketchyness. In fact, the latest Stranger Danger Bing Bong Alert failed to produce the proper mad dash to the door. It was more of a sauntering waddle. The security of the Madlands is in jeopardy and it’s a good bet that Bald Two Legs is responsible. I am currently investigating hiding locations for left shoe discipline. I’ve noticed a growing amount of leaves in the back yard, so my premium outside cache options have increased. These provide increased grumbles especially when the Bald perpetrator of Maddie violations tactilely discovers one of my bowel “deposits” while securing his footwear. Maddie Out!

The Maddie Chronicles:
There is a disturbance in the Madlands! A change has occurred and it involves the Blonde Two Legs. All week the Blonde had been getting up at Oh Dark Paw Thirty. She saunters out to release the piddles and grab her frothy hot drink. I observe from beneath the sheets in the Big Grrrl bed as no Black Grrrl treats are forthcoming. I have to wait for Mr. Sketchy to arise and prepare my warm eggie offering. I especially like when he mixes bacon and cheese into my offering. Anyway, the Blonde didn’t get up until there was sunshine. That means I had an increase in warm buns and belly buffing. Then instead of disappearing for the day she only disappeared for a short while and she came back smelling of stinky mop water. There were also attempts at invasions by strangers who rang the BARKCON bell but I was on point. I gave voice to my full throated Woof Repellent. The Two Legs are entirely too complacent about these breaches. I suspect they encourage them and their demands of “Be Quiet” and “Shut It” only result in a “Talk to the paw cause the ears ain’t listening” moment. It’s like they forget who they are dealing with. I am the Shadow! I see all and if wronged will tell all. I’ll also discipline the deuce out of any left shoe left unattended. I may even leave a deuce in said totem of Sketchyness. But I digress. The Blonde is lingering. She is acting like it’s the Two Past Paw time of the week. I’m observing because a breach of the Maddie Accords is imminent. When it occurs I shall provide swift and telling left shoe discipline. I think I’m safe as its National Black Dog day and even the Bald Boob would risk a Bald Intervention Through Canine Highly Successful Leftshoe Aggressive Punishment (BITCHSLAP) today. Maddie Out!

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