It’s finally time for some more “Stand-up” dudes!

We haven’t had a “Stand-up Dudes” post since February 13, 2017… which is amazing because I know it’s David’s favorite post topic. He likes it so much that it was the first post he did on URD – back on March 12th of 2013. So, I decided it was time to get with it. Here they are, guys. Another HOT bunch of dudes… standing around all boned-up and ready to go. I’m sure David will enjoy this and I hope you will, too!


Last Friday, two other instructors and I took a group of our school kids to the World War One museum. It’s a fabulous place we think everyone should visit if possible. We usually take “older” kids to the museum but I decided Dub and Austin were mature enough to appreciate the exhibits (they really liked the old cars, guns and cannons). Parking is free along the long U-shaped drive on the South side of the museum. We had just gotten out of our school vans when Dub was joined by a rather small, young, very scruffy black dog. Dub, of course, dropped to his knees and talked with the pup, whose tail was wagging furiously. He wasn’t wearing a collar and he looked like he hadn’t been bathed or groomed for a long time – if ever. Anyway, he stayed by Dub’s side all the way to the museum entrance where Dub dropped to his knees, patted him and told him to “Go home.”
We spent about two hours touring the museum… watched the movies… and talked about the unbelievable tragedy of more than 20 million people killed and another 21 million injured. We also went to the top of the 218 foot tall Liberty Memorial tower for a fabulous view of Kansas City.
When we left, there was no sign of the dog – until we got to our van. Yup. the pup was there waiting for us with his tail wagging and a silly grin on his face. He was obviously lost and Dub thought maybe we should take him to “Wayside Waifs.” Of course, I was focused on the kids I was responsible for – not a lost dog – so I told Dub we’d just have to leave him there. We did… but Dub wasn’t very happy about it.
Saturday morning at breakfast, we told David all about our field trip and Dub told him about the little black dog. He wanted us to go back to the memorial to see if he was still somewhere around there. He was determined… so after we got our Saturday morning chores done, we got in my car and headed down there – even though I was pretty sure the dog was long gone. When we got up to the museum… you guessed it… the little pup was sitting on the sidewalk right by where our van had been parked. Dub jumped out, dropped to his knees and was hugging the dog before David and I could even get out of the car. So, we got him in the car and David called our vet. She agreed to met us at her clinic (very nice of her since it was Saturday afternoon by then). Long story short, the vet checked the pup to see if he was microchipped (he wasn’t) and then checked him for parasites (negative) and gave him DHLPP and rabies vaccinations. The vet’s “best guess” is that he’s “mostly labrador retriever with some miniature poodle mixed in.” We talked about doing a genetics test but decided against it because he’s been neutered and his lineage isn’t really important. The vet thinks he’s “about 8 to 10 months old.”
When we got home, Dub and I gave him a bath and, of course, he’s been living with us since. Bebe barks at him a lot (she’s a schnauzer) and “Dog” mainly just ignores her – except when they’re sniffing each others’ butt. We’ve put up “found dog” posters at the WWI museum, Wayside Waifs, and on utility poles in the area of the museum… but so far – no one’s called to claim him. He’s been sleeping in Dub’s bed and is a perfect little gentleman. He goes to the door and barks (once) when he needs to go out and do his business which leads us to believe he’s been someone’s pet. I think we probably have a new family member. We’re all crazy about the little guy (we still call him “Dog),” and I think even David hopes no one calls about him. We’ll keep you posted.

It’s what’s up front that counts!

We had a post request way back on May 21, 2013 from our buddy “Anthony”, who said: “How about a post of guys with their junk pointing to the camera? You know as if you’re the one on the floor looking at it.”
We were thinking about Anthony this morning. We haven’t heard from him since his birthday back in March. Babe, we hope you’re in good health and going strong. We realize your work keeps you really busy.
Anyway, we loved Anthony’s idea back in 2013 – and still do. We’ve sort of expanded on it by including guys in various positions with their dicks “up-front” where they belong. We’re even including a few with ink and metal for Jingle. Ain’t nothin’ better than a big ole’ dick staring you in the face 🙂


Ben and I are really excited for Cal, Alex, Izzie, Scott and Denise. We’re also excited for Jim and Carol because we know getting great new neighbors at our “lake compound” is important to them. We’re anxiously awaiting news about the appraisal and getting the purchase finalized. I’m sure the entire Northland gang will descend on that little cabin like a swarm of locusts as soon as we get the word. Ben says he’ll gladly help rip out the ugly knotty pine paneling – but plans to practice good oral hygiene while he’s doing it 🙂

Another beautiful wedding at our “little chapel in the Northland.”

Our buddy “Jingle” commented about the “beautiful dick” on #4 in Jimmy’s birthday post (#1 here), saying:
“And there’s a different pic of hot #4, and his beautiful dick, in the “FCCO Muddog” post of September 11th!! (#38, there!!) Liked him then, like him even more here!! 🙂”
And, that got us thinking about how pretty a hard, circumcised dick can be. We sometimes get kind of “carried away” by foreskin… and forget our beautiful, cut brothers. So, here you go, guys – some oh-so-pretty cut bois to brighten your day!

Alex and Callum’s wedding at our home on Saturday was beautiful. It was smaller… and less formal than Keon and Rick’s wedding… but still… wonderful. Cal and Alex had insisted on its’ being very casual, which was fine with us. But definitely NOT with Dub. When he heard the guys were planning to wear jeans and tee shirts for the ceremony, he was having none of it. He told them “You havta wear white shirts and neckties and suspenders when you get married.” Cal just looked at him and said “That’s ridiculous. What we wear isn’t important. It’s how much we love each other.” And Dub said, “If you’re getting married, you havta wear white shirts and neckties and suspenders. It’s the rule. Everybody knows that.” So… after a lot of haggling, you guessed it. Ben, Dub, Alex, Cal and I wore jeans and tennies for the ceremony… but we all had on white shirts, neckties and suspenders. Cal told Dub wearing suspenders was just silly. Dub said, “Wear ’em. They’ll keep your pants from falling off.”
It was a fairly small crowd. Keon and Rick were here, of course, as well as Rick’s brother “Chad,” Pam, Mark and Erik… Damien, Ty and Austin and Mr. Martinez. Our friend “Matty” photographed (and video recorded) everything… but we noticed he focused more on our upper bodies than our jeans and sneakers.
After the ceremony, we all went upstairs for drinks and snacks and more pics – and the guys opened presents. The big surprise was from Dub. He and his “g-pops” had conspired to make a very special gift. Cal and Alex had taken a bunch of photos of Bella while they were in Australia… none of which were high-quality shots. But Dub had sent them to his grandfather in Springfield – and he (a photo genius of the first order) had cropped and re-imaged and enhanced and re-colored a pic of Bella and e-mailed it to the frame shop over in Boardwalk shopping center. Dub got me to take him over there to pick up the finished product Friday afternoon, although it was wrapped in plain brown paper and none of us saw it until the guys opened it. When they unwrapped it, there were tears all around. Bella is a beautiful girl and the almost life-size photo is lovely.
Cal and Alex are spending a few days at our cabin on Table Rock, but will be home on Thursday. They’re moving into their new villa next weekend and Cal is headed back to Australia on Monday. Busy times here in the Northland. We’re blessed with an awesome extended family!