Cough up the treat.

Me likey beach.

But me lovey what's in your pocketttssssss....

Promises, promises

When, oh when, are we going for that walk ya keep talkin' about?

Poor Tammy. Warning: upsetting image below.

My mum received an email about Tammy the dog who was burnt really badly and had to be put to sleep.

Please be warned: if you’re squeamish and/or get upset about cruelty to animals, the photo below is NOT for the faint-hearted human. After reading it, my mum was in tears and gave me some extra big hugs. Strangely, she also apologised to me for some of the bad things that humans do to dogs.

The article in the photo is from the Daily Voice. Tammy’s human owners wanted to punish her for jumping over the wall into the neighbour’s place. They fetched her and put her in her kennel and set it alight. The SPCA had to put her down. The SPCA removed the other two dogs from these humans and are pressing criminal charges against them.

A lady called Hillary Faulmann is co-ordinating a petition so that the human owners are given the maximum punishment for what they did. She will forward all names onto the Daily Voice, who has agreed to forward the signatures to the SPCA to use in the prosecution of these humans.
You can email her in support at hfaulman AT bremner DOT uct DOT ac DOT za.

Poor Tammy. Sending her lots of gentle licks and hugs across that rainbow bridge.

Many humans believe that they become what they think about.

I think about bones a lot.

I hope that doesn't mean I will become one.

Well, not while I'm alive anyway.

I concentrated on dogifesting this delicious one, and it worked. And I'm glad I didn't become it.

I think it becomes me.

Or at least it did for about 10 minutes, and then...

...it became left-overs.

Burp.

Meet Perry and Pipkin the twins. They ain't cows.

Perry and Pipkin (can you guess which one is which?) are the twin kids.

They live in Canberra with Georgie. I live in Adelaide. (How does this long-distance thing work anyway?)

Their mum and mine used to play (really excellent) music together.

Perry and Pipkin are very cute, although there's a good chance that they'd treat me to several Zidane-like head-butts.

Ok, maybe cows have their moments. But not often.

I was tired, all right?

Big day of walks, dinner, sniffin'...you know the scene.

The insides of that thing are destined for the four winds now.

Bye bye cow. Welcome back, uber-cool-Tin-Tin cred.

Do I look like I need a cow? Do I look like I'd like one?

Today confirmed one of my theories. My mum is weird.

She got me a cow to keep me warm.

The thing smelt creepy and she said something about it being full of hot water. I don’t care what cows eat.

They probably make McDonald’s burgers out of the same herd.

(I’d still eat one of those though if the opportunity arose.)

She expects me to lie against THAT THING and not chew it into cow oblivion?

I’m really heading towards needing therapy in the very near future…

Norm's performing coolies. I wanna be their friend.

I ran into Norm's performing coolies a while back up when I was up in Tanunda in the Barossa Valley with my mum.

Looks like they were stopping off at the pub for a jar.

I just wanted to lick 'n' kiss 'em all.

Internet dating, Dogster and 101 Dalmatians...

In an earlier (dog)post I was wondering how to meet other dogs. That’s in real life.

I also listed my top 17 names for a doggy internet dating service. At that stage, though, I hadn’t come across Dogster.

Oh. My. Dog.

Within a few hours of posting my profile and photos over at Dogster, I’ve made 16 pals, have had 55 views and been given 100 bones! I’m feelin’ miiigh-ttyyy chuffed with myself.

Oh, and today I watched 101 Dalmatians with my mum and human sister.



Cruella De Vil. Baaaa-d.

Pongo and Perdita and Rolly and Freckles and Lucky and Patch and ummm, the rest of ‘em...

...big sigh...

Another photo from my baby album

Yes it was always about food, even when I was a wee (wee) wain.

Happy fourth of....mmmm....hot dogs

Yeah it's fourth of July.

I wish I was in Coney Island today.

Sigh.

Don't get me wrong, I'm really glad I don't live in America 'cos those horrible fireworks would scare me tail-less.

But boy I'd love to be a competitor in that international hot dog eating contest. Nathan has been runnin' that thing since 1916.

Apparently the all-time world record is held by Takeru Kobayashi from Japan, who ate 53 ½ Nathan's hot dogs and buns in 12 minutes in 2005.

When they open it up to pooches I know I would win.

My tummy's rumbling just thinkin' about it. Must be chow time.

Food cult (ii)

See my earlier post - Food Cult (i) - to read about my new religion.

Because I am dog.

2.42 pm today: worshipping at the altar of a chocolate-cookie-covered-in-crunchy-buttons thingie, Coffee Club, Henley Beach.

It's July. But it's NOT Christmas.

Ok, it's July now.

So why do some humans here celebrate Christmas in July too?

My mum and dad and I have Christmas at Christmas. If it's hot it's hot. If it's cold - like now - it must be winter. If we have a cold Christmas, I must be in the northern hemisphere. But I've never been there.

I get Christmas presents from the northern hemisphere. Here's me opening my (yummy) present that my Auntie Susan in Ireland sent me last year.

For Christmas.

In December.

Not July.

I hope my mum takes me to Ireland soon so I can play with that tiger they're all goin' on about.