tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36916536061897125632024-03-14T01:53:36.506-04:00Seamus the Tibetan TerrierAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-48077339326600147612014-04-11T20:12:00.000-04:002014-04-11T20:18:57.972-04:00What a Glorious Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy Friday everyone!! What a glorious day. Blue sky, warm sun, a well practiced choir of the sweetest bird voices! Mom and I spent time in the yard filling up all the bird feeders and later watched the members of the choir flock to the feeders for a break from their choir practice. There were cardinals, nuthatches, chickadees, a red headed woodpecker - all watched by a very envious and rather chubby squirrel.<br />
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And if that wasn't enough, one of my most favorite people came by...my mobile groomer Maria from Shampooch! Milo and I had a wonderful tubby and an invigorating blow out. <br />
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What a great way to start the weekend!!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-44482779281990789852014-04-04T21:18:00.001-04:002014-04-04T21:18:59.606-04:00Three leaves played chase in the yard today. As they swirled and twirled in front of my nose I looked up at the blue sky and I felt....warm!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-15614204294670825912014-02-07T21:16:00.000-05:002014-02-07T21:16:16.961-05:00The Kid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been a falling a wee bit behind in my blog updates! Must be more more cunning in my efforts to get my paws on Moms laptop ;-)
So...here's a picture of the kid. His name is Milo. We don't have a lot of baby pictures because someone (...let's call him Dad) accidentally lost them all when he was updating Moms phone so you're going to see him go from annoying puppy to annoying kid quickly ;-)<br />
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Usually when Mom chatters on in her excited voice it means she's about to surprise me with some awesome new present. I never thought that the next present would be something that would leave a trail of pee behind it for far longer than I ever did when I was a young pup!!
What do you think of the picture? He's not as adorable as me, but he is kinda of cute!!
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-13300043472346951772014-02-03T17:54:00.000-05:002014-02-03T18:57:10.743-05:00The New Arrival<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghMnewVTe2EXo2IW8m6aaXtGaUNaW7sKSAdjbiqkS1k9gKHTDRxfbZq2tplXcArp3bDczsqp5mmnzmOi9tT_GEXWvO_11w2XVpOwZqFmimn06Ujc-GPM3G6jLMixxPvCmH84Uzto-EG4Q/s1600/P7020334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghMnewVTe2EXo2IW8m6aaXtGaUNaW7sKSAdjbiqkS1k9gKHTDRxfbZq2tplXcArp3bDczsqp5mmnzmOi9tT_GEXWvO_11w2XVpOwZqFmimn06Ujc-GPM3G6jLMixxPvCmH84Uzto-EG4Q/s400/P7020334.JPG" /></a></div>
Mom and Dad had been talking in hushed voices for weeks. Usually when that happens I get a new toy, or a new bed, or a new bowl. For weeks I waited with anticipation to see what my new present was going to be - there was no doubt whatsoever in my mind that I was going to get something good... after all, what else did they have to talk about if not me their precious TT?!<br /><br />I waited, and waited, and waited and finally Mom and Dad put me and my boy Josh in the car and took us on a loooonnnngggg car ride. We didn't go to Social Canine. We didn't go to the groomer. We didn't go to the vet. We just kept on driving and driving. When we finally arrived at our destination they LEFT me in the car!! The great injustice of it. If they were taking me to get my present - how could they leave me in the car. Of course they left my boy Josh in the car too and suggested I take care of him. <br /><br />When they finally came out they were walking with this.... this THING on 4 skinny hairy legs! Ruff - what the french toast?! Clearly this was no present for me. This must be a short stop on the way to picking up my present. Why Mom and Dad looked so excited about this "thing" escaped me. Like the cool, suave and debonair boy that I am - I strutted over to see the poor scrawny thing. I'm cool - I can afford to give those less fortunate than me a few minutes of my very important time. The scrawny thing... well to say he smelled would be kind. <br /><br />More to come.....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-54399427277953191802014-01-31T23:08:00.001-05:002014-01-31T23:08:48.898-05:00Sisters suck!!
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<div>This is JD, she values her anonymity as you can see from the photo! She's one of my three kitty sisters. This week JD decided that she liked my bed (big blue) more than she liked her own bed (let's call it...um....little beige). Now - I have to ask why does such a little kitty need such a big bed?<br /><br />Do any of you other TTs have this problem? I have tried being cute... I lay in front of her on big blue doing my best super dog pose trying to hint that I'm a tired pup just waiting to crash on my comfy big blue bed after a long day at the Social Canine but she lays there unblinking, ignoring my cuteness. I very casually wiggle forward and make a very cool attempt to quickly grab my bone away from the "sweet kitty". Well, Moms sweet kitty is not that sweet. She completely ignored my cuteness and proved that she can multi-task... she can growl, hiss and swipe me with those nicely manicured nails of hers... oh yes, she's very talented.<br /><br />What's a pup to do when a claw weilding kitty decides to take over his bed!?!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-59169422548566092912014-01-31T22:57:00.000-05:002014-02-03T18:05:15.312-05:00Momma said...Momma said there'd be days like this.... there'd be days like this my momma said...or so the song goes. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-90648643077913346022014-01-28T23:04:00.000-05:002014-01-28T23:04:18.487-05:00A Pup Called Milo
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Well then! I promised you an update on my new kid brother, a cute Tibetan Terrier who goes by the name of Milo. I'm sure you've read in previous posts or have guessed by now that I use my moms laptop for my blogging forays... Well... what can I say, Mom got cozy on the couch tonight with some wine and mindless tv to decompress after a doggy poop day at the office and she neglected my blogging needs!! I'll hide her wine stash so that tomorrow I'll get my blogging privileges back ;-)
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-75396838884115247232014-01-27T21:32:00.001-05:002014-01-27T21:32:05.253-05:00Wow woof!!! It's been a long time. Some might even say long time no blog ;-)
Where do I start? So much has happened between the last blog and this blog.
I got a baby brother, Mom got engaged, Mom got sick, Mom got a little better, Mom got married, Mom got sick again, Mom got better again and OH....did I mention that I got a little brother!!!!
Holy dog kibble, right?!!
Tune in tomorrow when I tell you the story of my baby brother ;-)
Until then, wags and woofs!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-37996886142072871502011-03-12T17:24:00.006-05:002011-12-27T22:55:45.429-05:00Bella the Babe!My gal pal Bella for Social Canine came for a sleep over last weekend. Her Mom and Dad are going to go on a cruise this month and my Mom really doesn't want them to put Bella in the kennel. Bella has never gone to the kennel - she's a sweet little kid who likes company and we were worried that she would be afraid if she was left there on her own - she's not 1 year old yet. So Mom invited her over to see if she would be a good girl and sleep all night... oh.. and not pee on the rug ;-)<br /><br />We took Bella for a nice walk - she's not as good on the leash as I am. She's not used to walking but we taught her and pretty soon she was lookin' good! Mom and Dad towel dried us when we got home and we got serious about playing TT style! We wrestled and played chase and played tug-of-war with... well, just about every toy in my toy box! When it was time for bed, I let Bella sleep in my crate 'cos I prefer to sleep on Mom and Dads bed. She didn't sleep much, I think she was a little scared 'cos she'd never slept away from her Mom and Dad before. <br /><br />It was a really fun visit (in spite of Bella POOPING on the floor) and Mom promises that Bella can come back when her Mom and Dad go on their cruise. BUT she's not going to leave Bella roam the house again just in case Bella decides to leave us another chocolate treat on the rug.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-20650842135828544742011-03-12T17:09:00.006-05:002011-12-27T22:55:10.609-05:00Santa Dog and the Sleep OverI have to come clean - I have been a lazy TT. I had the best intentions of keeping my blog up to date but I have the attention span of a bug and get side tracked easily. <br /><br />I had promised my friend Megan that I would write about our Christmas together. Megan came to stay with us for Christmas while her Mom and Dad went on Holidays to Bermuda. I've stayed at her house several times but this was the first time she slept over with me. She's come on play dates before, but this time she packed a bag and came to stay!<br /><br />It was so much fun to have my buddy all to myself! We played every day, we went for walks - Megan looks so cute when she goes out for her daily constitutional... she wears a little red cape to keep her warm. (Megans not a TT so she doesn't have a really nice long coat to keep her warm). Unlike me, Megan does not love walking in the snow... one could call her a "princess" ;-)<br /><br />On Christmas Eve we stayed up really late hoping to catch a glimpse of Santa Dog but eventually we snuggled up on Mom and Dads bed and fell asleep and when we woke up - Santa Dog had come... and had left us a pretty cool stash of goodies. We got new tennis balls, and bones, and a cuddly bear with a squeeker and a cuddly lion with a squeeker. We played and squeeked all day - BEST Christmas ever! I sure do hope that Megan comes to stay over again next Christmas.<br /><br />Oh... and unlike my last sleep over - Megan slept soundly every night and she NEVER pee'd on Moms rug... Sorry Devon ;-(Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-38378282299979746852010-12-09T18:53:00.005-05:002011-12-02T20:35:14.810-05:00The Sleepover<div>My friend Devon is a gold retriever... hey not every dog is lucky enough to be born a TT! I've known Devon since I was a small pup. The big guy used to let me walk under him... of course now that I'm a big pup I'm too big for that but we still hang out.<br /><br />When my Mom heard that Devons family was going to put him in a kennel for a few days she came up with the brilliant idea of having him come sleep over our house. What could go wrong with that bright idea?!<br /><br />Devon is a cute guy but unlike me... he's not as suave and debonair when it comes to dealing with the girls in my life, aka - the fluffies, aka the clawed ones... the cats! He thought poor JD was his dinner. We walked him, and played with him, but nothing seemed to tire him out. On night 1 he was like a new born baby.. up every 2 hours! Barking, he even peed on Moms freshly shampood bedroom carpet.<br /><br />So - what started out as a good intention of keeping Devon out of the big house (aka The Kennel), resulted with Devon going to the kennel. I don't think Devon will be coming back...sorry big guy.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-31384643456904107642010-10-06T11:17:00.009-04:002011-12-02T20:32:23.416-05:00The Other TTThere's another TT signed up for day care at the Social Canine. Her name is Bella. She didn't come yesterday much to my dismay. Jill and Jim had promised she'd be there so I had Mom brush my hair.. I must admit I looked really cute. I arrived at day care all excited and ready to show her just how cute I was... but her Mom had decided that she wouldn't come to day care until today. Mom brushed me again this morning and gave me a new blue leash and off I went to day care full of youthful expecations.<br /><br />Today - Bella arrived and wooooooffffff is she a cutie! I don't have a picture of her to post yet but let me tell you - she's sooooo sweet. She's almost all white and has some black patches on her face and on her side. <br /><br />She's just like me! She eats like me, plays like me, runs like me... it's like we were separated at birth! She's not like any of the other dogs at day care. I sure do hope she comes every day so I can see her 'cos I just ruff Bella.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-66669638580560282922010-10-06T11:09:00.002-04:002010-10-06T11:17:10.869-04:00THE Bowl!!It's finally here - the king of all bowls! Mom has been promising for ages that she would buy me my big boy food bowls. My old bowls were fine when I was a pup but heck I'm almost one year old now and I needed a new bowl... all you pooches out there you know what I mean... a fine food bowl is a doggy status symbol! <br /><br />Mom searched and searched to find just the right <a href="http://www.muttropolis.com/products2.cfm/ID/8623/name/Bowser%60s-Double-Wood-Raised-Dog-Feeder">bowl</a>. She finally found it on the Muttropolis site. She ordered it and it has arrived and woohoo it sure is handsome. The website says it's a fine dog bowl for fine food.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-50981596327257506532010-09-29T22:32:00.005-04:002010-10-05T22:34:08.015-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9R23p_1SzNfTkmSB6871eSls1Xydq8_UAZ7kIq5HAyQvj9zNZRmtL8x-APzcsN2oqnO9ICJBjD3-mgaR3jWDKRQ1jzfYdbfZpgB9RIa_alR7QwgOf5931RAoLI0EVDbkBKY-5MOffkty1/s1600/IMG_1346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9R23p_1SzNfTkmSB6871eSls1Xydq8_UAZ7kIq5HAyQvj9zNZRmtL8x-APzcsN2oqnO9ICJBjD3-mgaR3jWDKRQ1jzfYdbfZpgB9RIa_alR7QwgOf5931RAoLI0EVDbkBKY-5MOffkty1/s320/IMG_1346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524755679428096914" /></a><br />A few things that I think are just great!! Mom thinks I sound like Oprah when I say that!!<br /><br />So my friends - here are a few things that I think are just great!<br />1 - My bed. I just love big blue. <a href="http://www.fetchdog.com/pet-supplies/dog-beds/dog-couches-bolster-beds/cozy-fleece-bunkhouse-dog-bed/H10012">It's filling is made from recycled bottles!</a><br />2 - my rolled leather collar. I don't get matted under my colar any more.<br />3 - my <a href="http://www.harvardkennels.com/services/grooming.html">groomer</a>. She understands me!<br />4 - my <a href="http://thesocialcanine.com/">doggy day care</a>. They help me channel my inner dog.<br />5 - my kibble... well, it's food.<br />6 - my Mom and Dad. 'Cos they love me no matter what.<br />7 - the <a href="http://www.milforddrivein.com/">drive in</a>. You get to watch a moving in the car while eating dinner and being adored by everyone - how cool is that?!<br />8 - daily walks. They keep me slim and trim and I get to strut my stuff through the neighborhood.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-38118663985285211442010-09-29T21:41:00.005-04:002010-09-30T21:11:27.428-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4KeG9n4BXVxIZLXc2rTfJQs2EUkTWL2sSjg5Jwng7fnfg84LyK8C6yPLglhgAwDuFd4rUBdV_sh53d32uKM9R__FdiL5Ghg-UqzL4RHJ5pO_aZRl1vDPc1QRtSWKQY5Uq3Gptu5Twsw2/s1600/IMG_1331.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4KeG9n4BXVxIZLXc2rTfJQs2EUkTWL2sSjg5Jwng7fnfg84LyK8C6yPLglhgAwDuFd4rUBdV_sh53d32uKM9R__FdiL5Ghg-UqzL4RHJ5pO_aZRl1vDPc1QRtSWKQY5Uq3Gptu5Twsw2/s320/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522878894057841778" /></a><br /><div>Boy - what a Summer! I have been soooo busy! I've gone to doggy camp, and drive in movies, and July 4th parties, I've had sleep overs and played frisbee. I am such a busy pup!<br /><br />Mom and Dad were both super busy this Summer and they travelled quite a bit. I had a sleep over with Jill and Jim from Social Canine in June when Mom and Dad had to go to San Francisco - that was a LOT of fun. I got to hang with their dog Megan for a week... we even slept together... well, we slept in the same room - I'm not a complete dog!<br /><br />Then Mom had to travel to Canada and Scotland for business so I went to Social Canine all day every day while she was gone and Dad left work every day to come pick me up. It was so much FUN. We had Man town while Mom was away... me, Dad, Josh and well.. we made Hannah an honarary guy to join man town while Mom was away! I just need to say one thing - my humans... I love 'em dearly but gosh almighty they sure do fart a LOT... which gives Man town a whole new...um...odor.<br /><br />And finally - In August I got to go stay with Jill and Jim from Social Canine again when Mom and Dad went on holidays WITHOUT me! I got to sleep with their dog Megan again and a cute Sheltie called Quillow</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-73236876318865172782010-05-13T11:37:00.004-04:002010-09-30T20:34:09.737-04:00Can you sneeze backwards?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0edbnMd7ctlvZTOGiH-Z_HNS7IZjxOv7ug7US-UxZO20e3HuCfdFUV6RugQNXgYMSPyL0hNYdvEmFsMQ0yXGAbPQRXwPFp6L7Xd6h1s7QgNToXJ7a3HacxDKUWWE_rJ6eDV3-1cz67vH/s1600/IMG_1297.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0edbnMd7ctlvZTOGiH-Z_HNS7IZjxOv7ug7US-UxZO20e3HuCfdFUV6RugQNXgYMSPyL0hNYdvEmFsMQ0yXGAbPQRXwPFp6L7Xd6h1s7QgNToXJ7a3HacxDKUWWE_rJ6eDV3-1cz67vH/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522869156184042626" /></a><br /><div>I can sneeze backwards... can you?! While I openly admit I am a super dog with amazing skills and powers, there are some things that I just wish I wasn't quite so good at. I gave Mom quite a scare a couple of weeks ago with this new "skill" of mine. I woke up at 1.30 am on Wednesday morning and had a hard time catching my breath. Mom woke up and came to get me out of my crate right away. </div><br /><br />I was really scared and so was Mom. Neither one of us had any idea what was happening. Mom put me in the car and we sat in the parking lot at the vets office waiting for him to arrive. Dad was travelling in Colorado and boy did we really miss him. We waited and waited for the vet to come in... the girls in the office called him at home, I could tell they were a little worried because I kept loosing my breath and making the strangest sounds.<br /><br />When the vet finally arrived he knew exactly what was wrong with me. Mom and I both wanted to hug him when he said that all that was the matter was that I had reverse sneeze. Did I mention - Moms a bit of a hugger. Well... to be honest she's a big hugger. Lucky for the vet, Mom was so busy hugging me that she couldn't hug him.. he has no idea that he had a lucky escape.<br /><br />So - there you have it, I am an accomplished reverse sneezer.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-5520496988921140692010-05-13T10:57:00.005-04:002010-09-30T20:47:41.165-04:00I am a lounge dog<div>Mom has signed me up to go to another day care on Tuesdays - the Bark-o-Lounge in Littleton. I'm still a Social Canine and go to day care there with Jill and Jim every Friday. Mom signed me up for the Bark-o-Lounge because they offer an option to take their loungers over night if any of the Moms and Dads want to go away for a few days. Mom thinks this is a pretty cool option not that I can ever imagine that Mom and Dad would want to go somewhere without me... I mean what fun would that be for them?!</div><br /><div>The Bark-o-Lounge caters to all size dogs but on the days I'm there they sure do look pretty big to me! At the Social Canine I'm the biggest dog and I'm one of the smaller dogs at the Lounge. I like 'em both but I think I'm more partial to Social Canine. Mom has noticed that I bark a lot after a day at the Lounge and thinks I'm calmer, more respectful and have a better energy after a day at the Social Canine. I've made friends with a really cute lab puppy at the Lounge - her name is Nella. I keep hoping to run into my brother Hopper or my aunt Mochi at the Lounge as I know they go their sometimes but so far I've not had any TT sightings there...but I keep on hoping!</div><br /><div>Anyway - the folks at the Lounge are very nice. They love me so you can tell that they have exceptional taste. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-61487779811900402472010-05-13T10:48:00.004-04:002010-09-29T20:57:49.076-04:00Well Howdy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJk8IESea3vbJ34B9sCNFVP3DJQZAfkynzbjdx7cn_anutm1Nlt0rWWhl9B28_Oiv2VaIm0ex9YkDpgkXHBa5HO8RQfuK7yPjJVhySeGkSbL6Mkqk9WmooePXLdHJe3CYdScUo8rqXLQtW/s1600/IMG_1311.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJk8IESea3vbJ34B9sCNFVP3DJQZAfkynzbjdx7cn_anutm1Nlt0rWWhl9B28_Oiv2VaIm0ex9YkDpgkXHBa5HO8RQfuK7yPjJVhySeGkSbL6Mkqk9WmooePXLdHJe3CYdScUo8rqXLQtW/s320/IMG_1311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522504297980457522" /></a><br /><div>I like to call this my cowboy look! After my last grooming ordeal Mom has been doing a lot of research to find a new groomer for me. That research led us to the Harvard Kennels groomers. They actually took the time to do their own research on TTs so they could groom me the way I ought to be groomed. No more shaved faces for this handsome boy - no sir.</div><br /><div>They gave me a lovely bath, a mani-pedi, a good brushing and a little bum trim (for sanitary reasons 'cos as much as Dad loves me he doesn't love untangling stray poops from my bum hair). Once they were done with the beauty session they gave me the snazzy red bandana that I look just sooooo darn good in... as you can guess, modesty is not my strong suit!</div><br /><div>The only thing I didn't like was that they put me in a crate while I was waiting for Mom to come pick me up. I howled the prison blues until she came to get me. Mom says that my friend Jill from Social Canine is going to come visit to help me with my anxiety issues ;-)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-68156989709269537362010-04-02T21:32:00.008-04:002010-05-30T18:30:26.904-04:00I am Social CanineMom promised me a surprise and boy oh boy did she deliver... big time!! We got up at 6am this morning but we didn't follow our usual routine. Mom took her time - she never takes her time. She's usually all business, takes a quick shower, takes me out for a pee (or works on getting my breakfast ready while Dad takes me for a pee), feeds me, takes me out for a poop and then takes me for a long walk and then she goes to work. This morning she washed her hair, dried it, did laundry and didn't take me for a walk at all. Well... I thought... that's not much of a surprise. Disappointed I lay on big blue and started to take a nap. That's when she woke me up, chirped at JD that she was in charge of the house and the girls and off we went in the car. Have I mentioned that Moms car is call Noxie? There I go getting distracted again oh look over there, shiney, sparkly....<br /><br />So we hit the road and no matter how much I whined Mom wouldn't tell me where we were going. Eventually Mom chirped - woohoo Seamus we're here, we're here! I started to get excited as soon as we got out of the car because I could hear and smell....dogs!! We had arrived at the Social Canine in Westford. I let Mom know I didn't want to stand around outside chirping about how much fun I was going to have. I wanted IN! Jill and Jim came to meet me - they're really nice and they sure do appreciate a good looking TT when they see one! There were so many nice dogs there. There was Kami, Aselin, Ricky, Rosie, Ozzie... and so many others.<br /><br />I played and I ran and I had the bestest time ever!! I can't wait to go back. I LOVE the Social Canine. I learned a lot too - Jill and Jim helped me to understand that I need to play nice and taught me a new "leave it" command. Jill is going to come by our house to help me with some "issues" Mom thinks we are having.<br /><br />Mom says I can go again next Friday.... right now Friday seems such a long way away.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-69326717506557467802010-03-18T22:00:00.008-04:002010-03-31T18:22:03.707-04:00The Comfy Cone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_up-Mij2uGIEXcHpAvt5Q93KX9igF3M3jdzdyxKqdecG1U5Puy5Y55_vLykkwW6hx4ojz84tRVQ4yWB0V06Ys0oY1SpAlYg71y7ar-yslpraIdANAdSpQIHp8EgQ6pfF3P1j5y_M-5hdc/s1600/Seamus+076.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454925652453805298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_up-Mij2uGIEXcHpAvt5Q93KX9igF3M3jdzdyxKqdecG1U5Puy5Y55_vLykkwW6hx4ojz84tRVQ4yWB0V06Ys0oY1SpAlYg71y7ar-yslpraIdANAdSpQIHp8EgQ6pfF3P1j5y_M-5hdc/s320/Seamus+076.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Mom ordered me something that she was very excited about. She said it was a comfy cone. It sure did sound nice...but then it arrived. She was all chirpy as she took it out of the package. First I thought that those nice folks at Fetch Dog.com had sent us the wrong thing...but oh no... it was no mistake. <em>Oh this will do the job nicely </em>said chirpy Mom. It was ugly! Then she actually put it on me!! What the french toast?! It was so stiff, I couldn't see, I couldn't move. I literally couldn't move, I was frozen. She actually laughed at me! She took pictures - there's got to be some law that says that Moms can't do that.</div><br /><div></div><div>Little did I know that the worst was yet to come. Mom and Dad took me on a car ride. They took me on a car ride to the vet and left me there! They've never done that before. The vet jabbed me with a needle and suddenly I was so tired. When I woke up something was different, I was sore and groggy so I couldn't quite put my paw on it.</div><div></div><br /><div>Mom and Dad came to pick me up at the end of the day. I was so happy to see them. They were very careful and gentle as they settled me on my special car bed for the ride home. I was sore so I just rested on the ride home. It wasn't until the next day that I realized what had happened. The vet had pulled my 4 baby canine teeth so my new teeth could grow in (that explains the sore mouth), I'd been microchipped (that explains the sore butt) and I'd been nutered (that explains the feeling that something was missing).</div><div></div><br /><div>Well, it's a week later and I'm feeling frisky. I can't wait to get my stitches out so I can start going for long walks with Mom again. I hate having to stay quiet and calm. I'm a young TT after all and I need to frolic. I go to the vet on Saturday to get the stitches out and then it's back to normal.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-64294843647714888312010-03-18T21:34:00.006-04:002010-03-31T18:21:26.388-04:00Montezumas Revenge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCwVyKsF_4Vr6YPkSY6iyQp-4o71ejyHdCl-dsCFMe0GjHY0U2yOTKQEqHGgBgT9ytmuDGvjiv1Nkhnx2J4G7DK4WOEic7OKUokAhsUZTt8yrClAlCL_mPNp8jciKsKG7_12JZzkL7117/s1600/Seamus+083.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454924831443822930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCwVyKsF_4Vr6YPkSY6iyQp-4o71ejyHdCl-dsCFMe0GjHY0U2yOTKQEqHGgBgT9ytmuDGvjiv1Nkhnx2J4G7DK4WOEic7OKUokAhsUZTt8yrClAlCL_mPNp8jciKsKG7_12JZzkL7117/s320/Seamus+083.JPG" /></a><br /><div>We've had a LOT of rain here lately. With all the snow piled up in the driveway the rain had no-where to go so it decided to hang out in the driveway for a while. Every time we go to my pee spot we wade through the water. I like to try to stop to drink it but Mom says I need to remember that the driveway is Mexico and I can't drink the water. She says if I drink the water I'll get Montezuma's revenge. What's that I woofed, so Mom explained. It didn't sound like fun but it didn't sound as bad as what I got after I ate the nut crusted chocolates that the girls left for me in their litter boxes. What was that called I wondered... kitty revenge doesn't quite seem to cut it. </div><br /><div></div><div>ps...I've included a photo of my sister Lilly... the giver of nut encrusted chocolates...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-21680069263093412142010-03-06T16:51:00.003-05:002010-03-06T17:05:03.922-05:00Bad Hair Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKkMEoQ2H1VzlS6jNfjdNfMf2l44YQT0jS73ACEPy9QnMKFuJLrfLrkQ3Y7ntBlulXsluYIgL0FcK-rFh1HseBcbJSb-GHui3goRMlUqQqDG4hCclgRpU-rB4oKxSXovGaMf_RIENdabm/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445644159129406882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKkMEoQ2H1VzlS6jNfjdNfMf2l44YQT0jS73ACEPy9QnMKFuJLrfLrkQ3Y7ntBlulXsluYIgL0FcK-rFh1HseBcbJSb-GHui3goRMlUqQqDG4hCclgRpU-rB4oKxSXovGaMf_RIENdabm/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Mom took me to the groomer today. I was kind of excited to go, after all, every boy needs a little pampering every now and then. They folks there seemed really nice and they had a cool dog called Maisie who played with me. Once I got settled, Mom and Dad left and I went and had a tubbie. It wasn't bad but the shampoo they used makes me smell like a bottle of cheap perfume. Mom actually used another word but I can't put that in the blog - after all, the kids read this. They made me wear a yellow and white bow... did they not hear Mom when she told them I was a boy!!! Boys shouldn't smell like girls and they should never under any circumstance have to wear bows!! Mom was a little miffed because they shaved my face. Mom is trying something new - it's called - let's not fester. So when we got home she called the groomer to say what the french toast were they thinking?! A trim does not equal a shave! I can't wait for my hair to grow back - I've gone from fab to drab in a few snips. Look at my picture - I look like a deranged poodle.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-64145631128436297822010-03-06T16:28:00.008-05:002010-03-06T16:53:04.268-05:00Another Snow Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LXWYpP5lFXgQotyNIkHXgzauT8NqaX9myDdV4M0-CFcfqR0aB4Q6_0ugDGtbZpIRPd8rWhVNuidZkN0AJcfU_kHdWbelAJHguOZEziMKhVfPnvV_nF2i9pA6i8_58auhFFImh1div18n/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445637287076177698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LXWYpP5lFXgQotyNIkHXgzauT8NqaX9myDdV4M0-CFcfqR0aB4Q6_0ugDGtbZpIRPd8rWhVNuidZkN0AJcfU_kHdWbelAJHguOZEziMKhVfPnvV_nF2i9pA6i8_58auhFFImh1div18n/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" /></a><br />We had another fun snow day last week. Mom and Dad both stayed home and we all went on a walk. It was so much fun to stick my nose into the snow as deep as it would go. Everything smells different when it's snuggled in its white blanket. After our walk Mom wrapped a big fluffy towel around me and did what she calls a hug rub until I was dry again.<br /><br />Of course, I didn't stay dry for long because later we went out to play in the yard. I like to climb the snow mountains that the plough man leaves behind. If I take a running start I can make it all the way to the top. Today, Mom climbed to the top with me! And then we raced down the mountain and place chase in the snow. I really like snow days!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-3300055617335523662010-02-22T20:39:00.004-05:002010-02-22T20:51:43.665-05:00It's been a whileWhew - it's been a few weeks since I've had a chance to do any blogging! I've been busy. <br /><br />I went to my very first super bowl party at Uncle Steves and Aunt Julies. It was a long car ride but I slept most of the way on my brand new car bed that Mom got me. It was fun - I got lots of attention and Mom packed a bag with my toys and treats in case I got tired of watching the ball game. We were all rooting for the Saints. I don't think I'd like that ball though - it doesn't roll. Not much fun chasing a ball that doesn't roll. I think it was broken.<br /><br />Mom took me to doggy day care one day. She dropped me off and gave the girl there lots of instructions. One of them was to trim my butt for sanitary reasons but Mom warned them not to give me a baboon butt! Mom wasn't gone very long before she was back to get me - she said she missed me and was worried about leaving me with strangers! I did get my butt trimmed and it didn't look like a baboons butt. And I got to play a little with some of the other dogs. Mom thought the doggy day care we tried was dark and depressing. She's put me on a waiting list to go to a place called the Barko Lounge....sounds like fun.<br /><br />I've been feeling a little under the weather for the past week. I've been leaking ;-) It could be because I ate the doggy catalog that Dads friend Mita sent home for me to look at (thanks Mita - it was yummy)...or it could be the nut crusted chocolates that the girls left for me in their litter box. Turns out they weren't nut crusted chocolates but were what gets left behind after you eat nut encrusted chocolates...if you know what I mean. <br /><br />I gotta go rest - I walked 3.5 miles today and my paws are tired.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691653606189712563.post-63197040765907174472010-02-04T21:27:00.004-05:002010-02-05T18:16:42.348-05:00Maybe it will come tomorrowThe postman came and went without leaving anything special today. I know something special is coming because everyday when the postman leaves without leaving a box outside Mom says...well maybe tomorrow Seamus! Last time she said that big blue arrived. I don't know what I'm going to get - Mom is keeping mum on that... but I just know that it's going to be something fun. Mom and Dad always get me the best surprises.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11955322289875151677noreply@blogger.com1