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.