Ice cubes? Awesome! Even more awesome? BOBBING for icecubes!!!
(Human note - While bobbing for icecubes is, indeed, awesome to the max, I have come to the conclusion that this should be a strictly outdoor activity going forward. You see, the bobbing does not stop just because the icecubes are gone. And when the big white Wookie head plunges deep into a container full of water looking for more cubes, something's gonna get displaced. All over the kitchen floor. I'm just saying...)
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
An Open Letter to Lugnut
Dear Little Black Thing,
I understand that you were here first. I understand that you do not care for me. I understand that you live underneath the couch like some kind of strange one-eyed troll, and occasionally dart out to try to kill me. I understand that, at night, you claim all bed territory (and people therein), in the name of France. I get all that…
This does not mean, however, that all the toys in the house are yours. Despite your obvious talent at hoarding things, I highly doubt that you can play with Lambie Fluffster, Squeaky Squirrel Teapot and Weird Nylon Monkey Face Thing all at one time. And, Giganto Kong does not even belong to you in the first place. You can’t even fit any part of it into your mouth, so you are fooling no one there.
Let me clarify – I’m not angry. I even forgive you for the theft and subsequent disemboweling of Pink And Purple Leopard Octopus With Dangling Tentacles, who was specifically purchased for me. That toy was bigger than your entire body, and when you tried to play with it, it looked as you were being attacked and eaten by it. It resembled a bad outtake from a psychedelic version of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. However my disappointment over the loss of PAPLOWDT does not excuse my behavior with Lambie Fluffster last evening. In retrospect, it was mean-spirited of me to steal him when you weren’t looking and just walk around with him in my mouth. I don’t know what came over me.
I am simply suggesting that I also enjoy playing with toys, and that there are more than enough toys to go around. Perhaps your kinder nature could be prevailed upon so that we can share the many toys littering the floor of our shared abode? I am open to meeting somewhere neutral for coffee and talking this all through… I am confident a compromise can be reached. I await your response.
Your Brother,
Tango
P.S. That thing I did this morning where I laid my front end down on the ground and stuck my hind end up in the air with a happy look on my face was called a play bow. Do some research and formulate a response. Because it will happen again.
I understand that you were here first. I understand that you do not care for me. I understand that you live underneath the couch like some kind of strange one-eyed troll, and occasionally dart out to try to kill me. I understand that, at night, you claim all bed territory (and people therein), in the name of France. I get all that…
This does not mean, however, that all the toys in the house are yours. Despite your obvious talent at hoarding things, I highly doubt that you can play with Lambie Fluffster, Squeaky Squirrel Teapot and Weird Nylon Monkey Face Thing all at one time. And, Giganto Kong does not even belong to you in the first place. You can’t even fit any part of it into your mouth, so you are fooling no one there.
Let me clarify – I’m not angry. I even forgive you for the theft and subsequent disemboweling of Pink And Purple Leopard Octopus With Dangling Tentacles, who was specifically purchased for me. That toy was bigger than your entire body, and when you tried to play with it, it looked as you were being attacked and eaten by it. It resembled a bad outtake from a psychedelic version of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. However my disappointment over the loss of PAPLOWDT does not excuse my behavior with Lambie Fluffster last evening. In retrospect, it was mean-spirited of me to steal him when you weren’t looking and just walk around with him in my mouth. I don’t know what came over me.
I am simply suggesting that I also enjoy playing with toys, and that there are more than enough toys to go around. Perhaps your kinder nature could be prevailed upon so that we can share the many toys littering the floor of our shared abode? I am open to meeting somewhere neutral for coffee and talking this all through… I am confident a compromise can be reached. I await your response.
Your Brother,
Tango
P.S. That thing I did this morning where I laid my front end down on the ground and stuck my hind end up in the air with a happy look on my face was called a play bow. Do some research and formulate a response. Because it will happen again.
Tango Lessons - Friday, July 23, 2010
1. If you brush me long enough, I will fall asleep. I like being brushed. You like brushing me. Everybody wins.
2. Occasionally, I enjoy a light snack of Kleenex from the garbage can.
3. I have no objection to your putting your entire hand into my mouth. This could change going forward as I discover the correlation between your hand in my mouth and the removal of Kleenex from the same.
4. I like to drink water. Sometimes I also find it pleasurable to blatantly and unashamedly take my paw and tip over the water bowl, creating a small lake on the kitchen floor. It’s pretty.
5. It pleases me to rest my behind upon your bedside table. It’s the right height. It’s conveniently located. I don’t see a problem here.
2. Occasionally, I enjoy a light snack of Kleenex from the garbage can.
3. I have no objection to your putting your entire hand into my mouth. This could change going forward as I discover the correlation between your hand in my mouth and the removal of Kleenex from the same.
4. I like to drink water. Sometimes I also find it pleasurable to blatantly and unashamedly take my paw and tip over the water bowl, creating a small lake on the kitchen floor. It’s pretty.
5. It pleases me to rest my behind upon your bedside table. It’s the right height. It’s conveniently located. I don’t see a problem here.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Introducing Tango
When I lost Ranger, my Saint Bernard mix, to osteosarcoma in Feburary of 2010, I knew that eventually I would have another big dog.
Very shortly after we lost Ranger, we acquired Lugnut. Brian (the World's Best Fiance') had been wanting a small dog for quite some time, and we agreed not to bring another dog into the house until Ranger was no longer with us. Ranger was always choosy about his doggy friends to begin with, and we felt that the pain and stiffness in his leg due to the cancer was not exactly going to make him more warm and open to taking on a full-time roommate. It was his time to be the only special boy.
After he passed, we decided that the perfect dog for us would be a tough, scrappy little mutt that we could cart around to car shows and and on road trips. (OK, actually the WBF decided that. I still wanted a giganto dog.) He decided on a name and we set out to find the ugliest, neediest, most disturbing dog possible to fit the title. We ended up with Luggy, and even though I am not entirely sure he is actually a dog at all (possibly some rare form of ground-walking fruit bat??), there is indeed a special place for him in my heart. And in my dirty clothes, where he likes to sleep.
So, our little family of three was almost complete and getting on well. Except, a part of me was still empty. I still longed for my big dog.
Then we saw Tango online at a nearby shelter... Tango is a one and a half year old Great Pyrenees with biggest head and longest legs you have ever seen. He looks like some kind of mutant white Wookie...
After heroic efforts on the part of WBF to get Tango into our lives, he is here. For better or for worse...
Either way, this is his forum and he's got alot on his mind.
Very shortly after we lost Ranger, we acquired Lugnut. Brian (the World's Best Fiance') had been wanting a small dog for quite some time, and we agreed not to bring another dog into the house until Ranger was no longer with us. Ranger was always choosy about his doggy friends to begin with, and we felt that the pain and stiffness in his leg due to the cancer was not exactly going to make him more warm and open to taking on a full-time roommate. It was his time to be the only special boy.
After he passed, we decided that the perfect dog for us would be a tough, scrappy little mutt that we could cart around to car shows and and on road trips. (OK, actually the WBF decided that. I still wanted a giganto dog.) He decided on a name and we set out to find the ugliest, neediest, most disturbing dog possible to fit the title. We ended up with Luggy, and even though I am not entirely sure he is actually a dog at all (possibly some rare form of ground-walking fruit bat??), there is indeed a special place for him in my heart. And in my dirty clothes, where he likes to sleep.
So, our little family of three was almost complete and getting on well. Except, a part of me was still empty. I still longed for my big dog.
Then we saw Tango online at a nearby shelter... Tango is a one and a half year old Great Pyrenees with biggest head and longest legs you have ever seen. He looks like some kind of mutant white Wookie...
After heroic efforts on the part of WBF to get Tango into our lives, he is here. For better or for worse...
Either way, this is his forum and he's got alot on his mind.
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