Follow me on Twitter, doogs

Haven't been barking here in quite a while, dooogs...

...since I discovered the lazy doogs version of dogbloggin'...

...which is Twitter Howler.

(And yes, yes, yes, it should be 'Howl' if I were to be consistent and all that.

But I like the name Howler, okay?)

So come and chase me in the Twitterverse here: http://twitter.com/TinTinTheDog .

There are some delicious cats for stalking over there!

This doesn't mean I've totally abandoned my smelly blogplace here though.

Chow for now,

Tin Tin x

Smelly 2009, y'all

Reluctant Santa Doooog ...

... wishes all my bloggedy pawpals ...

... a howlingly good year, full of bones, tummy rubs and smelly butts.

(I still love all your butts to bits, even tho' I haven't been smellin' 'em lately. Forgive a doog?)

My ma wears Opy scent. Can you buy this in stores?

Hi doogs,

I'm so excited 'cos my ma and da went to visit my hero, my bionical doog pal Charlie...



...and my sexygruffy Opy-gal-pal...



Oh, and their humans.





And they had a great time. And they spent much longer there than they'd planned to. And they all seemed to get on like a house on fire (even though I wasn't there to moderate and play cute).

Bionical Charlie is lookin' good, and my ma and da got to see his battle scars and the lump which is his pawcemaker. He's such a brave doooog, but he's lucky to have such good, caring parents.

And as for my gorgeous gal-pal Opy, well, her drool and scent on my ma's jacket just about sent me into orbit. I'm still trying to find a way to relieve my ma of that item of clothing and roll around in my bed with it.

Ahem.

So anyway.

Charlie and Opy's humans gave mine Scooby snacks and a stuffy for me. How thoughtful. Thank you very much! Here's the stash:



I'm relieved my da didn't dip into the snacks on the drive back from Melbourne to Adelaide. I wouldn't have put it past him.

Here's my first sniff-down of the stash...



You're mine, l'il fella....





I'll deal with you later...



Here's me trying to hypnotise the ma into giving the Scooby treat to me NOW, but she's blinkin' well immune to that carry on...



...gimme that snack NOW...



....please?

Anyone know any good hypnodooog CDs so I can learn how to get the ma to do what I want?

Keep getting better, Charlie. I love Opy-gal.

Le sigh.

A night of entertainment, movies and popcorn. Without the entertainment and movies.

Tell me doogs, when a night at the movies with popcorn is suggested, WHO NEEDS THE MOVIES?

Yes I'm up for a howlin' night in...

...I'll stand for any type of candy bar...

....just waitin' for the credits to roll...

...now...pleeeeeeeeeease...

...delish.

Five gold stars for that entertainment.

NEXT!

Chow for now dooogs.

For five months I've been missin' you...

I'm so ashamed, I can hardly look at you, dooogs.



I'm hardly barkin' at the ma either.



Oh my dooog, five months?

Honestly, it's been way tooo long without your sniffs and howls, and I haven't been to your smelly blogplaces in agesssss either.



Can you ever forgive me?



Will you ever come and chew the fat again with me?



Of course I'll understand if you never want to sniff my butt again.



Perfect Tosca said she'd bite her foot if I didn't post soon.

I should really bite mine for being so slack, although it wasn't my fault, If. You. Know. What. I. Mean.


No doubt the ma will insist on including a list of pathetic excuses in a later dogpost. 'The dog ate my homework.' 'I was busy.' 'I had to listen to some flowers growing.' 'Let's take on some barkin' challenges and do them all at once, shall we?''I clean forgot.' 'Blog, what blog?' 'Oh look, is that fish really looking at me?' .


I hope you still have all your paws, lovely Tosca.

Thank you all for not forgetting me completely. Thank you for stopping by and leaving tasty comments.

What's the highest compliment I can pay you, to let you know how I feel about you?



Mmmmmm, I know.



You are all like marrow bones to me:

delicious, lickable, desirable, wondrously smelly, pantingly scrumptious, everydooog's dream....

....and oh so good for me!

The day I nearly ran away from home...to be with my pawgal Opy

So there I was on Friday evening last, mindin' my own bizziness, waitin' for the dinner, and the ma comes out and says:

"Great news, Tin Tin, we're going to get to meet Greg! You know, Opy and Charlie's SHD."

Whaaaaat?!

One of the two DWB doog-gurus?

Coming here to our shed?

I almost forgot about food, I was so excited.

Maybe I'd be able to catch a whiff of Opyroma off him.

Maybe a bit of her fur would be on him and I could sniff it off, sleep with it on my bed, and dream doooggy dreams.

Or maybe...

...he'd have a big enough car, and the ma wouldn't notice, and I could sneak into the back, and drive off with him, and then help Greg and Brooke and Opy and Charlie to move to their new human kennel.

So, after about 45 minutes, the Gregster rang the doorbell.

Woohooo.

We had a blast, him 'n' me.

He played tug with me.

He ruffled my coat.

He cuddled me.

He paid me ATTENTION.

I made sure to bring over to him my orange coz that Opy and Charlie sent me.



I could tell he loved me.

I loved him and gave him big sloppy Tin Tin kisses.



He was one of those humans that, you know, UNDERSTANDS dooogs.



(That's me above doing my best Gruffpuppy look.

Good, innit?

Opy, are you impressed?)

Anyway, Greg must understand weird humans too 'cos he and the ma and da had a good ole chat.

Then he had to go.

Moment of truth...should I stay or should I go?



What do you think I did, dooogs?

Why, it was dinner time. I couldn't possibly leave.

And, well, the ma might have missed me.

So Opy, please forgive me for not being a stowaway in your SHD's truck.

But I came sooooo close....

I'm lookin' forward to playin' with Greg again. And to meeting Brooke. But of course it's Opy and Charlie I want to hang out with.

One day.

Le sigh.

Hippo burpday to meeeeee. Wheeeee.

Hey doogs.

It's my burpday today, wooohoooo.

And remember that biscuit recipe that the ma got, oh, I don't know, decades ago?

I barked about it here.



Well anyway.

What does she do?

She goes and makes me some biscuits. Finally.



Oh. My. Dog. I am happy to confirm that they are dribblesomely delicious.



Oh, and I'm nine. Years old.

Going on nine months behaviourally, apparently.

Hee hee hee.

Now gimme those biscuits. Pleeeeeeeease ma.



Lookin' forward to barkin' and howlin' at y'all in the chat room sometime later.

Spot the dog...

...somewhere in here.

Can you see me?

Call me the grand master of disguise.



Keepin' a low profile...



...and keepin' snug...



...but this is where I've been...



Just doin' a bit of chewin' and keepin' the dogarazzis at bay.

Winter solstice: survived thanks to a $7 designer coat.

I'm so sorry I've been a very bad doog pal of late. Can you all forgive me? (well, my slack ma, actually). I'm looking forward to sniffing around your smelly blogplaces real soon.

Now, on to the news.

It's been really cold here in Adelaide these last few weeks, almost as cold as we experienced when we lived in Canberra.

The ma was feeling rather sorry for me sleeping outside at night. I shivered and shook (at appropriate moments. I was actually rather comfy. But you doogs understand it's important to milk the sympathy line for all it is worth.)

So what did she do? Did she buy me a kennel? Nope. Did she allow me to sleep inside (the easiest, most sensible and PREFERABLE option by far)? Nope.

She bought me a coat. A COAT, for Dog's sake.

Me. Tin Tin. Who NEVER wears clothes. Ever.

(Except that one time Jay sent me a bandana, and I posed. And looked handsome.)

Okay, here we go:

See my wagging tail there? The treats made me do it.

My Yoda impression:


"A new coat, I have."


The coat fastens under my (much trimmer) tummy and around my chest.

I hope all you bee-itches out there have noticed how it strains over my dogly chest.

I actually got used to it very quickly. It's lined with real synthetic sheepskin, and although I'm loath to admit it, it has kept me really warm and toasty these last couple of weeks.

Oh, and those things hanging off my collar? My registration tags. The ma thought she'd leave them on like some kind of decoration or something.

So now I'm walking around with relics of my past status hanging off me.

Whatever.

Tin Tin the tree termite terminator. So how did you spend your Sunday?

A tree that looks like a tuning fork is in our back yard. Trouble is, the tree is almost dead.



The da hooked a chain around it.

And guess who pulled it down?



Before you guess, here's what it looked like. Those termites were havin' themselves a big feed.



Blowin' on the paws, gettin' ready for the pull...



...is this helping?



I feel kinda like how Ao4 or my other Sibe pals must feel when they're pullin' sleds and other stuff.



Tin Tin termite terminator at your service.

Now where's the treat ma?

PS ok so I didn't yank the tree down. The stupid humans thought it would be funny to make it look like I did.

Ha blinkin' ha.

I'll be baaaaaaack.

PPS Bye bye sweet FuFu. And hell-oooo hell-oooo Girl Girl.

Dog interrupted

So the ma thought it would be a good idea to take me for a walk on Sunday.

To the beach.

Two problems with that.

1. It was pouring rain. It was windy. And it was cold.

2. It was in the middle of the DWB Whine and Shes ummm, Cheese pawty.

Actually make that three. Problems, that is.

3. I had a marrow bone to finish.

Here’s the unfinished paw-work.

Big sigh.

Pick a time when I'm socially AND mandibly engaged, throw in some crap weather, then decide to bring me for a walk. How'll I ever train her?

Anyway, it was great to chat to all you bloggydogs and beee-itches at the weekend. What a barkin’ success the pawty was!

To those I didn’t bark at ‘cos of time zone differences or why-ever else, I'm sooo sorry I missed you.

To those with whom I did share a bark and wag, thanks for the lovely experience.

And a particularly big bark out to Opy and Charlie’s humans for hosting, and to Sunshade’s human for co-ordinating.

As soon as the ma has gone through the pawty pix, I might post one. If they're fit for doggy consumption, that is.

Coz I love you

I’ve missed you doogs, thank you all so much for continuing to drop by my smelly blogplace to check up on me. I’ll be doin’ the rounds shortly to chez vous all…

The ma is busy. So who isn’t? How come your humans don’t neglect your deliciously smelly blogplaces like my ma does?

Le sigh. Hard to find good people these days.

Anyway. Onto one of my fave topics: food.

So a couple of weeks ago, the mailma(n) arrived.

With a box. With my name on it.



My ma’s name was on it too, but the stuff was all for ME.

It wasn't my burpday.

It wasn't Christmas either.

Then I thought maybe the ma was trying to get into my good books by paying me some attention.

But there was a certain exciting, delicious, dribbly, delectable, mouth-watering doggy scent from this box that howled E D I B L E.

Sure enough, opening it up revealed…a treasure trove of treats for MEEEEEEEE.

All from my pals Charlie and Opy (sigh…). With a love note. Which I’m treasuring.



To all you Opy-lovers out there: BIG RASPBERRY. (Ummm, a polite one, of course.)

Anyway, back to the box. Not just a bunch of LOVE HEART biscuits from my gal-pal Opy, but a devilishly orange coz.



Here's the stash:



Yaaaaay. Finally the coz arrives Down Under.



Thank you so much, Opy-gal and Chuxie.



The treats are going down a, ummmmm, treat.

The coz sleeps with me each evening.



Don’t get me wrong, I’m a tough chewin’ doooog.



But I have my soft spots.



(Oh, and black ones too.)

Reasons for being abandoned occasionally

So I thought I’d update you on why I am abandoned sometimes by my ma and da.

And pictures tell a better story, don’t they?

So here are some taken by my da, who's a really really really really really really good photographer.

First up, here's a beautiful leafy sea dragon. They're quite difficult to spot in the water.



This is actually the official marine emblem of South Australia. People come from all over the world to find and photograph these absolutely gorgeous creatures. This Phycodurus eques was photographed at a really nice place called Edithburgh on the Yorke Peninsula.

Can anyone guess what these are?



Okay I’ll tell you. Baby Nemos. Yep, baby clownfish. In Papua New Guinea, where my ma and da went on a diving holiday last September (abandoning me in the process).

Here's a broadclub cuttlefish at 30m (that's 98 feet for my imperial pals), also in Papua New Guinea.



Sepia latimanus is the second largest cuttlefish species. Also, see the sea grass in the background? Sea grass at 30m? Nope, in fact it was a bunch of garden eels.

And here we have Homo sapiens extraordinarious, aka my ma. Hee hee hee.



And because this is my blog, here’s me.

Tin Tin Canine superiorous legendoris.

Some of me has disappeared. So I need more lovin'. Oh, and here's a Limerick.

Thanks to everyone who voted for my photo at the Bone Zone.

I won. Woohoo!

Considering the amazing competition, we’re very proud and humbled here at Tin Tin HQ.

So my glorious me-ness is on the front page of Dogs With Blogs for the month of March.

Now, you may recall that weird-al-vetkovich said I had to lose 5 kgs to be at my ideal weight.

Guess what? I’ve already lost 2.5 kg (and don’t know where to find them).

The ma’s done away with kibble for now and I get carrots (oh my dog I love those things) with my meat each evening.

This is me munchin' the last of today's feast. My dogpal Wally would be proud.



Food is food is food is vital.

I feel it’s important to maximise the dining experience and get every last scrap out of the bowl.

I stepped out …



and I stepped in again…



You know what?

That rhymes with Finnegan.


Move over Marvin the bard,
I’m takin’ over your yard
Bee-itches to woo
With a ditty or two
I’m not just a bunch of lard.




Just call me Your Sleekness.

Of six-legged chickens. And voting.

Sorry for the infrequent dogpostings, doogs.

The ma is slack. Busy with other things but slack with attention to my important smelly blogplace. What's that about? Does that happen to anydooog else?

Now, for strange things part (i).

This is what we found in our supermarket recently:



Does anyone think that's just plain WRONG?

Bwuhahahahahahahahahahahahaha...

Oh, and that hydrodog photo of me in the water has been nominated for photo of the month at Dogs With Blogs. Thanks doooogs!

Clicky here and vote, if you haven't done so already. Voting closes Saturday 24 February.

And don't forget to vote for your fave movies in the FIDO Awards. The Tin Tin jury has already pawed in its vital votes.

I'm not in them this year, but I'm prepping my dogmatic skills for next year.

Guaranteed.

That day. The day that's in it. Happy it.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all you bee-itches out there. And doogs.

I love you all, and that’s the truth.



Here’s a heart-shaped box of strawberry heart-shaped jellies I helped eat.



Here’s a stupid heart-shaped cushion I was supposed to pose with.



Uh-huh, that went well.



What can I bark.



I got bored.

It’s not like I was cuddling up to any of my favourite gal-pals, like Opy, Chelsea , Cairo, Isabella, Sunshade, Amber & Stormy, Holly, Sophie, Sid, Charlie, Bella, Snickers, Freda (sorry Charlie), Ivy, Fei, Maggie, Meeshka, Onion, Tosca….I could bark on and on…and sorry to those beee-itches I haven't listed... (oh my dog I'm such a slut...).

The thing is, I want to send big howl-outs to all the guys too.

And I'm definitely not going to list all of them.

So here’s to all Dogs With Blogs.

And even those who haven’t heard the alluring howl of the internet yet.

Love, peace and plenty of marrow bones, doooogs.

(Oh yes, I had one of those.

Marrow bones, that is.

Oh yeeeeeeessss.)

Appeasing Apollo

You're not serious.



Ummm, yes you are, apparently.

You're sacrificing ME to Apollo, the Sun God.

And all while the ma looks on and takes photos!



Whew, some quick thinking and swimming, and a sacrificial drama avoided.



The da and human sister stayed out there, but eventually came back to shore.

No sacrifices this particular day.


Oh, and thanks for everone's concern...I've answered your questions in the comments box of my last dogpost.

Yes the ma is feeding me, she's bulking my food up with raw carrots and cutting back on the ole dry food. And you know what? It's y u m m y.

Hydrodog

No.
Energy.
To.
Blog.
'Cos.
Not.
Getting.
Enough.
To.
Eat.

There you are, Comet. Ummm, you look different.

I got really excited earlier this month. I was certain Comet and BLU were coming to visit me, ‘cos I heard the ma and da say that they could see gorgeous Comet.

I waited and waited.

But here’s what they were talking about.



Introducing comet C/2006 P1 McNaught. (Or maybe it's Boomer's Dog Star.)

The brightest comet to be seen here in 42 years.



Lovely.

But I’d prefer a visit from my pals.

Oh, by the way: the ma still hasn't made me any biscuits.

And I'm just back from weird-al-vetkovich after getting my annual C5 shot and do you know what he said? He said I had to lose 5 kilos.

Absolute dog poop.

I need my energy for chewing, looking cute, and harrassing the ma to make dog biscuits.

It's '007. Shaken, not stirred. Hopefully tasty.

Hi bloggy doogs, sorry about the lack of posting…due to intense crotch-sniffing of international and interstate visitors. Oh, and temperatures of 39ºC. The paws were too sweaty.

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season and that Santa laid down some real treats for you all.

I got some great chew toys but, as you may have read in my previous post, chewing mechanisms were primed. So they (the toys, not the chewing mechanisms) lasted for a day. No photos to prove they ever existed. Does this mean I didn’t actually get any?

Here’s the bag they came in. This has yet to be demolished.

My human boy pal Will and his folks gave me a biscuit recipe and biscuit cutters all the way from historic gold-mining town Ballarat in Victoria.

I’m worn out trying to encourage the ma to make the dog-dang things.

I’ve missed you all; I’ll be around to all your smelly blogplaces over the next little while.

I hope 2007 will be an even bigger and better bloggy year for all of us.


Goodbye, and gentle tail wags and sorry sniffs for Beagledom’s wonderful Daisy Mae and Peanut. And also for Tara, whom I didn’t know so well.

We miss you.

Christmas chewing rehearsal

Yep, I'm on track.



Chewing mechanism is primed...



...honed...



...and standing by.

Bring on those Christmas treats.

Of bandanas, bloggy Blogger and being tagged: six weird things about me.

Blogger’s being a bit of a…ummm…blogger. I have been visiting your smelly blogplaces, but Blogger hasn't allowed me to add my howls recently.

Sorry ‘bout that, ‘cos I have a LOT to bark about.

Thanks for all the butt-sniffs on my last dogpost. Big (bow)wow. My da will be happy (he took the pic).

Specially for Jay, I’ve allowed myself to be photographed wearing the bandana he sent me. Thanks Jay. Bribery and trea(t)chery were essential, of course.

Here I am, looking rather dashing.



And here’s me scoffing the payoff.



Now, my paw-pals Finnegan and 3dogcache tagged me.

I’m to list six weird things about myself, then tag six other doogs to do the same.

After much contemplation, here they are:

My ma.
My da.
My human sister.
My dogsitter.
The vet.
The postman.

Yep, they’re weird, and they’re about me.

I tag Onion, Wally, Isabella, Ranger, Toby and Sam I Am.

I’m supposed to leave a comment on their blogs to tell them about it…but bloggy Blogger isn’t co-operating.

So I can only hope they visit my smelly blogplace here and find out.

Whatever.

When the chips are down...

...I'll eat 'em.

Did you notice that that seagull behind me there ain't gettin' a look-in? Hee hee hee.
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Of lookers and howlers



Here I am, contemplating the recent release of Pappy's Christmas Dog-Aid single.

(Actually I'm staring at the da who's walking down the beach with the aforementioned chips.)

Anyway.

Pappy's (who is also called Bob Geldog by the gorgeous Onion) hot new music release also stars me and a bunch of my fab paw-pals.

Pappy's fella is one helluva music vid director, that's for sure. He has helped me find my master's voice ('cos it sure don't sound like my ma's).

Hee hee hee - and to think I beat my ma to featuring in a hot new record. That shows her who's the famous one around here. Keep workin' on it, ma. Bring me my treat, bee-itch.

Thank you Pappy and Pappy's fella for making us look and sound so good. Mosy on over to his smelly blogplace there and howl along.
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My Christmas card update

Woohooo and many thanks to Charlie & Opy, Comet & BLU, Boo and Cubby & Dakota. Such wonderful cards. I love checking my post office box.



That's all folks.


PS ummm, no, a few more crumbs.

Some of you asked what that blue thingummy I'm wearing is. It's called a Halti or gentle leader (some info about it here) and it stops me pulling when I'm on lead. Which means I don't pull my ma's arms out of her sockets when I'm excited.

And I can still open my mouth and laugh and eat treats while wearing it. It's quite comfortable.

Better by far than those choker chains. Once at puppy school when I was being a bit...ummm...boisterous, the puppy trainer actually grabbed me by the choker chain collar and lifted me off the ground. Yep, suspended by the choker chain. I nearly passed out.

The ma was horrified, of course, and abused the crapola outta her. Not surprisingly we never went there again.

Just beachin'

Back in the day ‘when I were a lad’ in Far North Queensland, we used to go to the beach almost every day. My ma would throw coconuts into the water for me to fetch. Sounds exotic, doesn’t it?

I don’t know how many I actually brought back to her.

Anyway.

When we lived in Canberra, we were land-locked. We really missed the beach. Mountain trails are good and all, but they're missing something. Oh yeah, waves.

So what I like most about living in Adelaide is…yep, you’ve guessed it…the beach.

My beach.

Here.



This is me at my beach today. It was hot. I had a swim. I look kinda suspended, don't I?



And look at that rather dashing left sand eyebrow. It took me a while to get the angle just so. But it works, n'est ce pas?



Here’s me keeping a (sandy) eye out for any unwelcome, ummmm, fishies.



And here’s me up close and personal.

That’s what happens when the ma tells me to sit, sits down herself on the sand to take a photo of me, tells me to stay and then waves a treat while she’s taking the photo.

What else is a dooog to do? Why, go for the treat of course.

Just another day at the beach.

Le sigh.

Le bark of content.

Why am I barking with a lisp?

I love food. Or anything resembling food. Or in fact anything that I can put in my mouth and treat as food.

I know all my paw-pals relate to this.

You put food on the floor, I will find it. And eat it.

Here’s what happened today.

We had a big storm, complete with thunder and lightning. My ma brought me inside because it scares the dog-dang poo outta me her. Ummmm, ok, me.

So, I’m sniffin’ around, and it wasn’t long before I came across the glorious scent of FOOD.

A big glob of roasted peanut butter, to be precise. On the floor.

Well, not exactly.

Wrapped in thin stuff and stuck into a piece of wood on the floor.



Smelt good to me, didn’t it?

So I went to lick it.

And the thing snapped.

Big fat hOWl time.

Here’s surprised (and still slobbering) li’l ole me. Minus the peanut butter, sadly.



And that's why I'm barking with a lisp.


PS No wonder the mice around here are bleedin’ huge, gettin’ fed that yummy stuff.

Give a Down Under dog a chance to get one over

Thanks so much to my great paw-pal Buster for nominating this smelly photo of me as photo of the month at Dogs With Blogs.

So here I am on the campaign trail.



Does it make you feel happy? Chirpy? Beachy? Giggly? Barky?

I'd love your vote. Please?

Does this photo inspire you to want to lick and butt-sniff everypup in sight?

I'd love your vote. Pretty please?

Does it make you want to frolic and prance in the water and roll in the sand with me?

Yep, I'd really love your vote.

I know I'm up against some strong competition, including the wonderful Miss Sunshade, handsome Chester and cute 'n' muscly Scuba.

But don't let that stop you voting for me. Please?

If you'd like to vote for me (please?) just clicky here (you'll have to register/log on to vote) and show your support for this gambolling Dog Down Under.

Voting deadline is 25 November.

Hurry up and vote for me. Please.

If you don't want to vote for me.....I'll....I'll....I'll, ummmmmm, just go back to eating my dinner.

Shady character voted wikiFido Dog Blog of the Week.

The ma was feelin' a bit creative when we were out earlier this week.

Hence this photo.

Can you guess which one's me?

What a big head I have.

But not because my lovely, famous gal-pal Onion nominated me for Dog Blog of the Week over at wikiFido.

And not because I won (so my blog is featured at the top of their page for a week).

Thanks so much, Onion, you really are a li'l gem.

Congratulations to you for being voted runner-up.

I can't wait to see you in your movie Scenes of a sexual nature.

I'm gettin' my popcorn ready to drool-marinate it.

That's tongue...

...not bacon.

Good for lickin' human feet, last o' my dinner scraps, my balls (or what's left of 'em), and other tasty stuff that comes my way.

Legless...

...in Adelaide.

The question is: is it missing because it was hacked off by foul ghouls this hallowe'en?