Another hot dog

Georgie, Georgie, Georgie you're breakin' my heart.

And you're going for the choc treats too.

A gal after my own heart, or um, stomach.

We can find a way to make this Canberra-Adelaide-12-hour-drive relationship work.

Message me, babe!

More baby photos 1998

Time for some more baby photos of me from Townsville, 1998.


These steps are a bit big for me.


Come and play with me please.


I'm exhausted already.

Introducing Jazzy

If the truth be known I haven’t really been a ladies’ man, so to speak.

This might have something to do with a traumatic visit to the vet when I was a wee puppy.

I’ll hump my mum’s or a visitor’s leg occasionally, but I don’t think I’m interested per se in a girlfriend, know what I mean?

I'm happy feeding, walking, getting fussed over by my mum... Maybe I'm too much of a mummy's boy? I don't know.

Having said that, this gal – her name is Jazzy (short for Jasmine) – is very attractive.

And I didn’t meet her through a dating service. In fact, I haven’t met her at all.

Her mum and my mum go diving together. So the chances are I will meet her soon.

I reckon she and I will have great fun together. Maybe I'll even fall in love, who knows?!

I don’t know her star sign though.

Dog internet dating service: top 17 names

Right, so I’m just back from my walk. When I take my mum for walks we sometimes meet dogs, but not always.

I’ve been wondering how to meet other like-minded philosophadogs. I don’t often get the chance to chew over important issues with friends.

(By the way, check back here often, because I will be posting pix of my friends soon.)

Oh my dog! A dog internet dating service would be a great idea.

What could I call it? Here are some ideas I came up with. I'm not sure which one I like best.

1. Doggylicious
2. Dogalicious
3. Romanceadog
4. DogE-Romance
5. E-DogLove
6. Petapet
7. AnimalLovers
8. Dogz Online
9. Oz Dogz Online (Onlead?)
10. Animals Online (AOL)
11. MateADate
12. DateAMate
13. DogNetLove
14. Bone2Bone
15. Puppy Love
16. Let’s get woofy
17. Dogs On God (DOG) (this could be a theosophadog discussion forum)

What do you think? If you have any suggestions or comments I’d love to hear from you. But please keep it clean, this is a family-friendly dogblog.

Irresistible puppy, that's me!

Time for some baby photos.

Here’s me just after arriving home to Hyde Park in Townsville, Far North Queensland, in November 1998.

Food cult (i)

I am dog.

I’ve started my own religion.

3.45 pm today: worshipping at the altar of bacon and biscuit, Zootz Kitchen Bar, Henley Beach.

And yes, those offerings really were for me because the Zootz high priestess thought I was cute!

Vive la revolution

Let them eat, ummmmm, sand.

World Cup doggy dreams

It's a pity the Socceroos didn't win the match against Brazil like they did against Japan.

Maybe I could've helped.



I could be a Doggeroo. I do have great dribbling skills.



But I get tired quickly, so I'd need to eat regularly to keep my energy up.



My mum would've been shouting for Ireland if they were playing, but they didn't qualify for this world cup.

The world cup must be large. It would fit a lot of food. Mmmmm.

My dad scolded me for sneaking into the car and sleeping there. That's because they left one of the doors open after returning from Edithburgh.

What else is a dog to do when the temperature is two degrees?

Could I be a scubadog?

My Mum and Dad went away yesterday to a place called Edithburgh on the Yorke Peninsula. They didn’t bring me with them.

Huuummmph. I had to look after the house.

I’ve been there with them before. Lovely long jetty with achingly yummy smells of dead and alive fish and other stinky stuff in the fishermen’s buckets.

My mum and dad went diving. Why can’t I go diving? Maybe too much drool on the regulator? I couldn’t bear not to be able to sniff.

I wouldn’t try and eat the fish, honest, tho’ some of them do look tasty…

…like this globefish that my mum photographed.



And this seahorse that my dad photographed looks like it’d be a bit of fun to chase.



Mind you, this blue crab looks reeealllllly cranky. I don’t like the look of those pincers. They could hurt.



Anyway. When my mum returned this evening I made sure she knew I was unimpressed with being left alone overnight.

I didn’t talk to her for a whole five minutes. Then I forgot why I wasn’t talking to her and dinner made it all ok again.

I love my mum. Maybe next time she’ll take me diving….or at least bring me home some of those fish ‘n’ wriggly things she and my dad meet underwater all the time.

Theosophadog

I can relate to the dyslexic agnostic who wondered if there ever really was a dog.

Million paws walk: my mum's (non-doggerel) poem

I mentioned in my last post that my mum wrote a poem.

I'm famous now, I'm in the last few lines of it.

She's a poet.

Here it is:

Four thousand doggy grins
and pooh bins
yummy treats
tails under feet
massive
minute
ugly
cute
games and races
heel and chases
bark delight
woof want that cake
pant I’m tired now
lick that’s good
sniffing crotches
smelling bums
water bowls
belly rubs
doggy heaven:
these are the loved ones.
And one gleaming-clean waggy
dalmatian-blue-heeler-lab mix with
I-adore-you-feed-me-now look
post one-million-paws walk.

© OriginalJennifer 2006

A good (million paws) walk spoiled

Anyway a few weeks ago my mum, my dad (he’s pretty cool) and my human 7-year-old sister (I'm very careful round her, more on that later) ‘n’ I went on the RSPCA million paws walk here in Adelaide.

My mum got me from the animal refuge in Townsville, far north Queensland, when I was eight weeks old way back in 1998.

Oh my dog!

So many bums and smells and things, pure heaven.

Then a bath.



A great walk spoiled. Actually it wasn’t that bad. I got some cake, yay.



My mum wrote a poem about it (the whole thing, not the cake, although I thought the cake was poetry).

Whatever. I'm hungry just talkin' about it.

Philosophadog

I eat, therefore I eat.

Blogdogs rule... (and drool a bit)

Ok so my name's Tin Tin. I'm a dalmatian-blue-heeler-labrador cross and my mum loves me.

It's about time I got into dogblogdom and I've plenty of stories to share. I've it worked out, I tell ya.

And of course cute pix of me.

I luuuuv food, love my mum, luuuuuv food, love walks (especially on the beach), did I mention I luuuuuuv food?

Oh, and I love being scratched just there where my tail meets my body, ya know? Best!

Later, pets.