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?

Skidboot the Magnificent

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

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...

...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*

North Queensland circa 1999.


* with bloggedydoggygrovelling apologies to James Joyce and Dylan Thomas

Doggedly bloggin'

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.

Gambolling.

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

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...

...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

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

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...

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!

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?

Clicky here and see









...and many more.