Hello faithful followers.
A RIDDLE FOR YOU...
What has four legs, no thumbs, a killer tattoo and hates the man?
THIS CHIHUAHUA!!!
I have once again taken a hiatus, and my hope is that you have not worried about me too much. I know the man is quite sinister and continues his plots to foil me, but I've got my eye on him. Anyway, the reason I have been gone for so long is that I have decided to make a career change. I have scrapped my dreams of a culinary career because of my limited ingredients and inability to wear an apron. You can only do so much with dry dog food and the occasional dropping from the man; sometimes I think he gets more on his shirt than he does in his big stupid mouth. Hmmm...now that I think of it, I will need to investigate confiscating one of his shirts for a taste test.
Back to the big picture...my new dream is to become a professional singer. If you don't already know, I have quite a set of lungs. In fact even the man stops and listens when I belt out one of my power ballads. He looks at me as if he can't believe such rich tones could come out of me. Then again, he looks at me the same way when other things come out of my other end, but that's a different story.
Plus, it seems the sharpherd wants in on this; he has surprisingly provided some really groovy and hip background vocals. My original thought was that after he got neutered he would be singing soprano for the rest of his life, but instead he belts out a soothing baritone with a quality that rivals a sober David Hasselhoff or even the great Huey Lewis (sans "The News" - ugh!). Let's just say that when we harmonize everyone stops what they are doing to take in the sweet sounds. Oh yeah; we can blow, people!
Ike and Tina.
Sonny and Cher.
Captain and Tennille.
Nick and Jessica.
Kermit and Miss Piggy.
Michael and LaToya Jackson (or is that the same person???)
ALL LOSERS!
Move over and make room for the greatest act the world has ever seen...
"Z-FUNK AND C-SHARPherds"
Our world premier video is coming soon. Stay tuned!
Well, I need a cup of herbal tea to soothe my million dollar vocal chords.
La la la la la la...
I see you tapping your foot...I'm out.
Z.
Tucker and I discuss my emergency.
"You tried to call 9-1-1 to get me a mint? That's really low, chihuahua. Really low."
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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EXCLUSIVE ZOEY PICS!
hiding from the man
I'm all ears.
you lookin' at me, punk?
check out my hoodie.
an old football injury
stay alert. there's no sleep with the man around
Preparing to Strike
After I escaped the New Jersey concentration camp
SCENE OF THE CRIME: On the lookout for hip outfits at The Country Junction
THE EVIDENCE!!!
The feline's Michael Phelps moment
STONEFACED!
My look of disbelief after witnessing the feline's secret addiction
Check out my tat.
Z-Funk...feel the groove
The New Lion: It could have been such a beautiful friendship!
want some of this?
Got protection?
I get more sleep now that I have my own lion.
The Great Bone Wars: Zoey 4 Tucker 0
Yes, I killed that leopard, too.
hide the bones! there is treachery afoot!
The sharpherd singing the blues
PRISONER OF THE MAN!
I was the man's prisoner for a week.
My skinnier days
Tucker, my dufus sharpherd brother
Tucker in his babushka
Tucker again. What a dope.
the feline...a culinary genius
A SNEAK PEEK
stills from one of Z. Funk and the C-Sharpherds videos, "U And Me Can Pee on That Tree"
