Tin Tin DogBlog

So it's been almost a year, smellydoogs...

2010-08-10T20:12:00.003+09:30

...and I've been tweeting over in that other Howlsville place where there are a whole lot of other smelly doogs and other critters and it's quite fun.

So go there.

If you like.

Meanwhile here's a photo of me and the ma.

It's my birthday very soon. I'll be 12.

You can do the maths to work out when this photo was taken.

The ma's quite film-starrish there, isn't she?

My training of her is already well in paw at this stage.

Chow for now, dooogs! xo

Smelly barkday to me, dooogs

2009-08-26T14:30:00.006+09:30

Hey dooogs, 11 years ago today I was unleashed on the unsuspecting world.

About six weeks later - after being thoughtfully abandoned by some horrible odourless human - I was adopted by my current Irish human from the animal rescue shelter in Townsville.

And my life's been a good one with her (in spite of insufficient food and irregular bone distribution).

So because it's my barkday, here's a nose close-up.

...and here's one of me with legs in the air like I just don't care...

...so, do you still love me?

Chow for now, doooogs and biatches.

There's something about Charlie

2009-08-04T00:07:00.007+09:30

Hey doogs, it's quite some time since I've barked here. I've been all a-twitter lately.

But I want to bark my respects here to my great doog pal, Chucksie-Bux, C$, the one and only bionical Charlie the Big Dog, who left us for good for the Rainbow Bridge on Saturday morning.

Doog, you smelt waft-a-licious – I know that from the fur you left on my ma's pants and on those goodies you and my gal pal Opy sent over.

Safe travelling, doog. Until we meet elsewhere...chow for now.

I'm passing the blog over to my ma (temporary, I promise).

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hello, it's Jennifer here.

Robert and I were fortunate enough to have visited Brooke, Greg, Charlie and Opy in Melbourne in June 2008, shortly after Charlie the Big Dog had had his new pacemaker implanted.

We met a gorgeous, golden oldie. He was somewhat puffed with a little exertion, but that didn't stop him welcoming us graciously (and no doubt picking up the scent of our own exuberant Tin Tin). Opy and Charlie were great pals, watching each other but sort of ignoring each other in their own gruffpuppy way.

We all love our dogs. We all think our own dogs are particularly special.

But there was definitely something about Charlie.

He had a wisdom about him, a knowing-ness, a consciousness. Most dogs enjoy their treats, their toys, and make a fuss of their owners and friends.

With Charlie, you felt there was a sense of awareness of his lot, of his great fortune of having such a loving, devoted family who went to great lengths to keep him as healthy as possible without compromising his quality of life.

Those amazing eyes of his just looked, watched and knew.

To see Greg rolling and rumbling with him and sticking his face in that mass of golden fur was just so cute. The two were best buddies. The mutual respect and love was all there.

The second time I met Charlie the Big Dog was when I popped over to visit when Jeannie the Scottish Maiden was in town in May this year. Charlie seemed to be in great health and again I was greeted with a gracious welcome.

How he loved his tummy rubs! Except for his scar, you’d hardly have known he had undergone major surgery the previous year.

For Charlie, it was business as usual, rolling with Greg, cuddling with Brooke, greeting the visitors, keeping watch and doing the Charlie thing.

And now he’s gone.

Here at Tin Tin headquarters we are very sad indeed for the Lee household, and at a loss as to what to say or do.

They’ve lost their gorgeous, golden, much loved king of their castle.

We’re thinking of you Greg, Brooke and Opy. Take your time to grieve, and your time to heal will follow.

RIP, sweet Charlie. It was an absolute delight to know you.

Follow me on Twitter, doogs

2009-03-17T15:16:00.002+10:30

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

2009-01-02T18:49:00.003+10:30

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?

2008-06-16T19:54:00.005+09:30

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.

2008-03-31T01:08:00.005+10:30

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...

2008-02-12T17:40:00.000+10:30

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

2007-09-11T21:50:00.000+09:30

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.

2007-08-26T00:33:00.000+09:30

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...

2007-08-05T16:03:00.000+09:30

...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.

2007-06-26T00:27:00.000+09:30

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?

2007-05-27T15:51:00.000+09:30

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

2007-05-02T00:01:00.000+09:30

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

2007-04-16T14:16:00.000+09:30

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

2007-03-26T14:54:00.000+09:30

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.

2007-03-09T19:39:00.000+10:30

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.

2007-02-23T18:37:00.000+10:30

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.

2007-02-14T23:56:00.000+10:30

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

2007-02-10T19:21:00.000+10:30

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

2007-02-02T14:24:00.000+10:30

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

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

2007-01-27T21:53:00.000+10:30

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.

2007-01-11T14:32:00.000+10:30

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

2006-12-22T21:37:00.000+10:30

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.

2006-12-13T23:52:00.000+10:30

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.

2006-12-06T00:13:00.000+10:30

When the chips are down...

2006-11-29T17:32:00.000+10:30

...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'

2006-11-26T00:11:00.000+10:30

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?

2006-11-22T00:19:00.000+10:30

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

2006-11-20T18:12:00.000+10:30

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.

2006-11-15T12:16:00.000+10:30

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...

2006-11-06T00:14:00.000+10:30

...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...

2006-10-31T21:28:00.000+10:30

...in Adelaide.

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

Skidboot the Magnificent

2006-10-31T21:26:00.000+10:30

A dog just ain't a dog, dang it.

There's nothing much more to say.

Click here and be moved by the wonderful Skidboot from Texas.

PS I think I love him.

Meeting Fei's mum, the lovely Eve

2006-10-23T13:04:00.000+09:30

Yes, my ma and I got to meet the lovely Eve, Fei's mum, a couple of weeks ago here in Adelaide. She and Caz were in Australia on a whirlwind visit.

I liked her.

A lot.

Even though she didn't bring Fei with her.

But I made sure I left my scent on as much of her clothes as I could.

(Nooooooooo, I didn't pee, get your dogminds out of that there dog-gutter).

I sniffed her, kissed her lots, snorted and cavorted, and she didn't mind one bit.

Woohoo!

The two humans gabbled on so much it was like they'd known each other for longer than a few minutes. Yak yakkety yak blah blahdee blah.

But lots of cuddles and compliments for me, so that was okay.

Now, here's the competition.

Which of these entirely sexy (in human terms, anyhow, though me, I'll hump anything) pairs of legs belongs to my ma, and which to Eve?

Week's worth of treats to the winner!**

Now, if you haven't already, move on along the cyberway there and visit Fei at her smelly blogplace. She's an absolute cutie.

And actually you'll find the answer there too.

** Hee hee hee, did you really believe that? It'd take a lot more than an ole competition to part with all my nosh.
A duel to the death, maybe.
"Hello. My name is Tin Tin. You took my nosh. Prepare to die." (With bloggedydoggygrovelling apologies to Inigo Montoya in the Princess Bride).

Dōmo arigatō...

2006-10-18T23:11:00.000+09:30

...Takashi Ito-san, for making my day.

This smelly blogplace here is Cool Dog Site of the Day today, according to the lovely people at Dogmark.

I'm keeping great company.

Some o' my equally cool paw-pals include Ranger and Ayatollahmugsy this month, Axel and Fei last month, and Taz and Boo in August. Woohoo.

So my smelly blogplace will be in the running for the October Cool Dog Site of the Month. I think there's voting involved.

I'll keep you posted. And keep posting.

A Portrait of the Blogger as a Young Dog*

2006-10-16T22:48:00.000+09:30

North Queensland circa 1999.

* with bloggedydoggygrovelling apologies to James Joyce and Dylan Thomas

Doggedly bloggin'

2006-10-05T00:13:00.000+09:30

My paw-pal Dawg over at Dawg Central has seen fit (or had one?) to award my little ole global smelly blogplace with a big yellow circle coloured in green, provin' for once and for all that my smelly blogplace is "bleedin' good".

Who am I to disagree?

Thanks soo much, Dawg.

Get all your smelly butts on over there and have a good read.

Now.

(Ummmm, pretty please.)

Not gambling.

2006-09-26T00:53:00.000+09:30

Gambolling.

Tagged for the Tin Tin perspective: what makes a true doggie friend?

2006-09-23T15:17:00.000+09:30

Hellloooo doogs.... I've been tagged by my pawpals the handsome Chester in Singapore and cutie-pie Flossikens in Sydney to share with you my thoughts on what makes a true doggie friend.

Here goes:

Me, ready to eat anything you offer. Anytime. Or anything I can find. And it doesn’t have to be edible, really.

Me, ready to go for a walk or a drive with you. Anywhere. To the beach, to the hills, or just to the local shop for the paper. Even if we’ve just come back from an outing and I’m dog tired. Whatever.

Me, no matter how sleepy I am, ready to sniff your crotch, nuzzle your neck and snort and wiggle with happiness.

Me, making sure you hang out the laundry correctly and supervising you while I’m wriggling around on my back in the grass. Better views from that position.

Me, knowing that you love me and that you’ll always come home to me. Because you were the one who rescued me from an uncertain and possibly short life and gave me this untroubled and loving one. And you know I'm always happy to see you.

Right. There you are. I’m emotional now.

Sniff.

Oh, yahoo...chow time.

I looked around...

2006-09-18T00:39:00.000+09:30

...and there they were, sneaking out the door early in the morning, with bags and an apology (oh, and another bone).

See you in a week, she said.

Oh that's great, I thought.

Your favourite dogsitter will come in every day to play with you, feed you and take you for walks, she said.

Right.

Don't mind me, don't feel guilty or anything.

I'll be fine.

Just make sure and save up some money for my THERAPY.

Yep, that's what happened. My humans went away - diving in Papua New Guinea, for dog's sake - and left me to mind the house.

Again.

It's getting repetitive.

At least I got fed.

And walked.

And entertained.

Should I be thankful?

Probably.

Am I glad they're home?

Errrr, definitely.

Time to go snuggle and licky mum again.

PS The bone was a very good year.
Aromatic, flavoursome, challenging.
A cheeky little (big) bone.

As a dog thinketh

2006-09-06T22:01:00.000+09:30

Where's Beau? Can you help? Please? Dognapping is BAD.

2006-09-05T00:32:00.000+09:30

I s'pose this post is more for Australian readers than any other...

...but it still highlights the fact that there are sick-type humans out there who view dogs as commodities.

Not good. At all.

The story of Beau and his mum is heartbreaking.

Beau was nabbed from a 2.5 metre high verandah which was secured by a gate at the top of the stairs in a property in Queensland. This happened sometime between 8 am and 2 pm on Tuesday 1 July 2003 while his mum Susan was away at work.

The latch was on the outside of the gate. It would have been impossible for a dog to open this latch. It would have been impossible for a dog to jump over the verandah railings. It's extremely unlikely that Beau could have been able to climb over the gate.

Since then, Susan has been searching everywhere for Beau.

Non-stop.

She's placed ads in newspapers nationwide. She's contacted vets and dog shelters all over the country. She's spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to try and find her beloved Beau.

To no avail.

In case anyone reads this who might have seen an English Setter - a most unusual breed here in Oz - Susan is crazy to hear about her dog. And get him back.

His best pawpal Jessie has already died of a broken heart.

What does Beau look like?

Beau is an Orange Belton in colour, which means he has orange/tan markings through his coat and orange/tan spots on his face and legs. He has a white coat (not cream or red).

Beau has a very distinctive face as he has a lot of colouring and spots on his face and he has a sad, goofy look. His ears are long and have a lot of orange colouring.

Beau also has spots on his legs. He has hazel eyes and the pigmentation is missing slightly at the bottom corner of one of his eyes, so there is a small pink mark in this area. And he has a heart-shaped nose.

If you've seen Beau the English Setter anywhere at all, at any time, please contact his mum, Susan on tel (07) 5533 7743 or 0427 951 888.

No questions will be asked. There's even a reward.

Although what better reward could there be than seeing a much-loved dog reunited with his mum after so long...

Clicky here for a lot more info and photos of the dashing Beau.

We're hoping here that he finds his way home.

Somehow.

I think I'll go and snuggle up to mum now.

Just sayin'.

Burpday update...

2006-08-29T17:19:00.000+09:30

Thanks so much to all my pawpals for wishing me a wonderful burpday.

It was another great day.

First I brought my mum to our beach at the end of our street...

...then when we got home I was presented with my treats...

...two toys and a great big honkin' bone...

...which of course took priority...

...and is still challenging me.

But I will prevail.

Burp.

Happy birthday to me!

2006-08-28T21:48:00.000+09:30

Yep it's my birthday... woohoo!

I'm eight today.

And I can't help thinkin' about all the dogs who aren't as lucky as I am...

...cos I love my furever home.

Waggy licky hugs and butt-sniff kisses to all my paw-pals.

Who says dogs can't fly?

2006-08-23T13:53:00.000+09:30

Clicky here and see

...and many more.

North Queensland beach baby circa 1998

2006-08-20T23:15:00.000+09:30

Okay, okay, so my body was outgrowing my head at a rate of about five to one there for a while.

And the paws were going every which way.

But the tail always followed.

Blogatherapadog’s couch (iii)

2006-08-18T13:05:00.000+09:30

Your human will soon see the wisdom of your ways.

Take little steps, my friend.

Our small victories will tally up, leading to one great one.

Just bide your time.

Please see my human on the way out and leave your payment (kibble will do nicely, thank you).

Blogatherapadog’s couch (ii)

2006-08-16T15:31:00.000+09:30

I’m sensing apathy here.

Are you with me on this?

I can help you through it, you know.

Blogatherapadog’s couch

2006-08-15T14:51:00.000+09:30

So how does sharing make you feel?

Do you blame your human?

Have you accepted yourself completely, as you are, spots 'n' all?

(Payment in kibble will do nicely, thank you.)

...and the fifth tag-ee

2006-08-14T23:01:00.000+09:30

Hmmmph, I couldn't leave a comment on Dusty's blog 'cos it's limited to comments from team members only.

So my fifth tag-ee will be Günter.

I've been tagged! The five weird and wonderful habits of a highly effective blogdog.

2006-08-14T22:09:00.000+09:30

I've been tagged by Charlie the Blue Heeler Cross. Thanks Charlie!

I like playing tag, but this is the first time I've played blog-tag.

What happens is this: you play the game and start by listing five weird things/habits about yourself. Then you tag five friends and list their names.

Those blogdoggies who are tagged need to write on their blogs about their five weird things/habits, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag five more 'victims'. And so on.

Don't forget to leave your 'victim' a comment that says "You're tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

So here goes with five of my weird and wonderful habits:

1. I can make my mum feel really guilty. If she's going somewhere without me and I'm feeling particularly vulnerable, I'll sit with my back to her as she goes out the door. Just so she knows. And she does. Oh, and I like to eat.

2. I supervise hanging of the clothes on the clothes line. Always. Doesn't matter who's doing the hanging. I just sit there and make sure it all runs smoothly. Did I mention I'm hardly ever fed?

3. I just loooooove going to the beach and fossicking in the seaweed or trotting in the waves. Always good smelly fish-bits to be found.

4. After I get a bath (well, hosed down with stinky shampoo actually) I go absolutely beserk and gallop around the garden. Heaven help anything in my way, human or dog alike. I'm usually hungry at that point too.

5. I love being scratched just down where my tail meets my body. When my mum (or anyone) does this, I arch my head and neck right back (but not enough for it to drop off). Oh by the way, even after dinner I'm always up for a treat.

...and here's a bonus point:

5.5 Sometimes I think I'm a horse. I like to prance, trot, canter and gallop... I don't neigh though. No, I don't do neighs. Then sometimes I think I'm a lap dog, but that doesn't work so well: 30+ kilos of blogdog on average human girl lap just doesn't cut it. Did I mention I'm rather peckish, usually?

Hopefully I didn't break any rules with that 5.5 addition. I have many many more quirks, but I guess they'll have to wait for future posts!

Now, I tag these dudes:

Butchy and Snickers the woolly wire-haired terriers

Kingsley the border collie from Singapore

Beagledom – Daisy & Peanut

Sam I Am the weimaraner and finally (drum-roll)

Dusty from Kansas

Now I'm heading on over to their smelly places to let 'em know.

Chow for now, pets.

Some hot-off-the-press advice:

2006-08-10T00:33:00.000+09:30

Never pet your dog when it is on fire.

From the Surrealist Compliment Generator.

Uh huh.

Bombón El Perro: mighty dog. Makes me want to go to acting school

2006-08-08T01:00:00.000+09:30

We watched my kind of movie the other evening.

It was called Bombón El Perro, a film by Carlos Sorin from August 2005.

Bombón was an Argentinian Dogo, one of the coolest and biggest lead actors I’ve ever seen.

He managed to look dignified even when slobbering through his jaws (which looked about the size of two of my dinner bowls).

The movie was about a kind and kinda sad human who was always doing good deeds for others and who was given a gift of Bombón in return for a good deed.

Bombón transformed his life (as we do) and it's a nice, poignant story about the two of them.

Bombón was a big boy indeed. I wouldn’t want to cross him. Ever.

He made this point a couple of times in the movie.

Apart from that he was a major sad solemn dude for the entire thing, oh, except at the end there when he had a bit of a fling with a gal and he was laughing all the way home in the truck.

Me. One day. Maybe.

Event planning, then I ain’t invited.

2006-08-07T23:29:00.000+09:30

Helllooo everyone, thanks to all of you who dropped by and found… ...well, a post from me to say there’d be no post from me for a while.

I helped mum entertain her nephew Mark and his girlfriend Rachel. Happy mum, cousin and girlfriend.

I oversaw the hanging of washing on the line. And I let them play tug-rope with me. I also made sure I was as waggy and jumpy as usual whenever the visitors were leaving or coming back.

All important stuff.

Lots of sight-seeing and eating out, whale watching at Port Elliott, diving (in 11°C hee hee hee), wine tasting (guzzling, actually) at the Barossa Valley, meeting relations at the Central Markets…

I helped my mum plan the whole thing.

Of course it went without a hitch.

Except.

How come I didn’t get to those vineyards too?

Rockfords. Penfolds. Wolf Blass. Elderton. Jacob’s Creek. Turkey Flat. Bethany.

I probably could’ve put away a few jars, and I bet I'd have found some food too.

I was left minding the house.

Didn’t even get a bowl of vino to accompany the kibble.

Huh, guess I should be grateful I got any nosh at all.

I'm busy busy busy...

2006-08-03T01:35:00.000+09:30

...helping my mum look after my human cousin Mark and his girlfriend Rachel who are here on holiday from the northern hemisphere.

I'll post again soon, I promise!

Cough up the treat.

2006-07-29T01:03:00.000+09:30

Me likey beach.

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

Promises, promises

2006-07-28T00:23:00.000+09:30

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

Poor Tammy. Warning: upsetting image below.

2006-07-27T12:01:00.000+09:30

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.

2006-07-23T23:50:00.000+09:30

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.

2006-07-19T19:11:00.000+09:30

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.

2006-07-18T20:06:00.000+09:30

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?

2006-07-17T19:53:00.000+09:30

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.

2006-07-16T21:08:00.000+09:30

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...

2006-07-13T23:04:00.000+09:30

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

2006-07-10T16:54:00.000+09:30

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

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

2006-07-04T18:09:00.000+09:30

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)

2006-07-03T16:00:00.000+09:30

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.

2006-07-02T23:00:00.000+09:30

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.

Another hot dog

2006-06-29T18:50:00.000+09:30

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

2006-06-28T20:11:00.000+09:30

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

2006-06-26T20:25:00.000+09:30

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

2006-06-25T23:18:00.000+09:30

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!

2006-06-24T17:29:00.000+09:30

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)

2006-06-22T17:33:00.000+09:30

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

2006-06-22T00:03:00.000+09:30

Let them eat, ummmmm, sand.

World Cup doggy dreams

2006-06-20T15:15:00.000+09:30

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?

2006-06-18T21:58:00.000+09:30

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

2006-06-16T00:34:00.000+09:30

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

2006-06-16T00:23:00.000+09:30

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

2006-06-15T23:57:00.000+09:30

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

2006-06-15T14:40:00.000+09:30

I eat, therefore I eat.

Blogdogs rule... (and drool a bit)

2006-06-15T13:54:00.000+09:30

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.