Category Archives: Growing Up

Three Years Old – 21 Years Old In People Time

Dog poodleMarch 2, 2015 – Wow, I’m three years old – 21 years old In people time ! Can you believe it? This could be an interesting year. In people years that is 21 years old, and you know what that means – I’m pretty much free to do whatever I want without pawental supervision. Hum, wonder where I should exercise that right today, you know – just to see what happens and all. Maybe that under-the-fence hole I started last fall. All I want to do is go visit my two neighbor dogs, Maggie and Buddy. They are bigger than I am and have black and white spots. I think they look like cows, but then I can be a bit sharp-tongued at times, so I’ve been told. I’ll let you know how my first big adventure turns out.

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Happy Fathers Day

dad and meWoozers, this is my second Fathers Day celebration with my dad.  Happy Fathers Day Dad!!! I’m so pawcited about it. I’m not sure what we will do.  But it has to be something special because he is always helping Mom and me so much. Unfortunately, I’m not always the most gracious pup on earth. I’m thinking a gift card to one of his favorite stores would be just the thing. Oh geeze, that means getting Mom’s credit card out of her Filofax again. That is so hard to do with my paws. I don’t know why she can’t just tie it around my neck to make things easier. Just think of the money I would save her (yeah, right.)

It will most likely be something simple like sitting on the large deck watching squirrels and kicking back a brewskie or two (okay, maybe just a lick or two.) There are so many places to sit around here, it’s hard to decide. I can say one thing about Mom and Dad – they love having their sitting arrangements, inside and out. I wonder if other homes have as many as we do? Mom once said she was afraid to leave home for fear that Dad would would redesign another room or two, while she was gone.

I’m sure we will eventually move to the park bench in the back yard, so I can show off my many talents like, running full steam ahead, chasing things I don’t really see, jumping into all the bushes, pouncing on the critters in the grass and of course digging a hole or two. I love digging holes. Continue reading

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Keeping Your Dog Calm During Thunder Storms

stormfromt-sized-for-postKeeping Your Dog Calm During thunder storms can be more stressful for you than your than your dog. It takes time (and several storms) to figure out what works the best. Being born during one of the worse thunder storm and a F4 tornado, has made me kind of an expert on the matter. Thunder no matter how far away sends fear through my veins.

I have my own theory of survival when it comes to thunder storms. One clap of thunder or one flash of lightening, I am movin’ full speed ahead to find a lap to sit my behind down in and a chest to flatten out against, so I can hear a heartbeat.  On that horrific day in 2012 my Momma Doggie told my sisters and me, that if we could hear and/or feel a heart beat, we would always be safe and secure. Oh, and just so you will know, a wind-up alarm clock under a blanket does not count as a heart beat. Continue reading

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Should Dogs Sleep In A Masters Bed

good morningShould dogs sleep in a Masters bed?  My vote is a resounding and paw smacking YES! Of course there are two schools of though on this subject. Let’s explore both.

I’ve already stated that I am a creature that likes comfort. When I was a puppy I spent my first night in mom and dad’s bed. The next morning I woke up at 6 AM. Huge mistake, those two are not morning people!

Next thing I knew, I was the proud owner of a create-condo. It had all the comforts a young pup could ask for. Fluffy and soft blankets, a pillow, my stuff animals and even an alarm clock hidden under all the soft stuff. It was supposed to mimic my birth mom’s heartbeat. It didn’t really do that, but I pretended it did so Mom and Dad would not get upset.

From day one I put up a fight when it came time to go to bed. Once I settled in it wasn’t too bad, but I still barked and cried for 30-minutes or so to get my point across. Of course, Dad wasn’t happy about that because Mom cried right along with me every night. I knew I had her in my of my paw-pad, I just could not get Dad there. In fact it took me five long months to accomplish that. Continue reading

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Happy Birthday Polar

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Nothing like a birthday celebration that is appreciated and enjoyed. He is Polar’s response to his birthday celebration.

Hi Miss Holly,

 I just had the best birthday party. I had cookies and I got presents. I got this really neat toy that has a treat in it. I am going to hide that. I also got a water bottle that Ryan can carry on his pants so when I get thirsty I can have a drink. Ryan said he could use it too!

Michi had a good time too and there was even a present in my bag for her.  Mom took pictures but I don’t know how they turned out. Mom needs some lessons.

 Gotta go and play with my new toy now.  Thanks for the presents.
Love, Polar

Happy Birthday Polar!

My adopted cousin Polar and I were born within months of each other. Well in reality, I am about two months older and wiser of course. He most likely still chases his tail. At least he has one to chase. His birthday was on the 16th. but they are celebrating it on Sunday.

Being older and wiser, I was even able to call his favorite store in Lakeland, FL and order up a special gift for him, and a birthday cake. His mom Judy was kind enough to pick it up for me this week. I even threw in a gift for Michie, Polar’s kitty-sister (wow, you should hear those two play together!)

Polar

 

Polar Puppy – Isn’t he cute. We even have matching bowls. Wait!!!! I don’t have a place-mat like that. Oh Mom…..

Geeze, I guess there is no more calling you a puppy now that you are a big-boy (at least you don’t have to worry about that big-boy surgery anymore.)

 

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Fridge Polar – See what I mean about appliances?  I wonder  if I ever looked that innocent?

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Pantry Polar – Yo Polar, you are getting larger by the minute. Now you are in the pantry? Where will you be next? You could become the new Matt Lauer and do a Where In The World Is Polar segment – then again, maybe not – look what happen to his ratings.

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Now this photo I have some issues with. I flew down to see you, but couldn’t find you in the airport. So I jumped back on the plane for the return flight to Louisville. Thank goodness Mom was still awake. TSA only gives you one call when you can’t dial the phone by yourself and don’t show up with luggage.

Key’s – Polar they go to the car parked outside. You get into it and drive.

Have a great  Birthday weekend Polar!

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Looking Technology In The Eye – Or Not

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Sometimes you just have to look technology in the eye and be determined to beat it – no matter what. Right, that looks great in print, but coming from this household and computer it is a sheer miracle that the computer still works. Of course, Mom is only in month three of her newest computer.

Not to be out done, I got a iPaw’d for Valentines day so of course I had to do what Mom does – make a video. I did it! I made my first video. Granted it is only 27-seconds long, but it has a voice over (a rather embarrassing one at that) and all. It is being uploaded to You Tube right now and will go on my site later in the day.

Here is a sneak peek for you, titan-2

Let me tell you, this movie making thing is a lot of work, but fun. Mom says we can take all those photos  she has taken of my over the past year and make movies out of them. Gee, aren’t you thrilled? I know, a little goes a long way.

It’s been an interesting couple of weeks. Mom has been down and out with bronchitis and strep throat.  We just stayed in bed most of the time and slept. Then she made the mistake of downloading The Room, a killer and bark worthy video game for her iPad. That was the last anyone saw of her face until yesterday ( I really thought she was a genteel southern belle up until now.) Let me tell you, when it comes to not getting her way when it comes to that game, it can get scary really fast. Good thing she didn’t have a voice for eight days.

coco-siri-bed-1Cousin Coco has been here for two weeks while his Mom is in Florida. She will pick him up tomorrow night. We have had a romp and tumble good time. Mom says we are perpetual motion, whatever that means.

Wow, look at that photo of the two of us. Can you believe how much I have grown in a year?

Oh and to make things even more interesting, Dad passed a kidney stone (see if I ever eat  kidney beans again) last week. Geez, I didn’t know humans could make noises like that.

Between the video making, the voice over work and that game The Room, Mom and I have looked technology in the eye and won – for this week anyway.

Update: 3/26/2013

Great, I finally made it to YouTube and guess what? The sound on my video is not working. That is almost as embarrassing as having your Mom talk for you.

 

 

 

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Sir Titan Has Been Out Of The Office

Dog with book in front of kennelHi, its Sir Titan and it is great to finally be back.

During my time out of the office I managed to grow up and almost finish my book. Phew, it’s been a really busy five months.  I did finally graduate from Obedience School. Thank goodness, Dad was ready to trade me in for a new puppy – right, like he wants to go through that whole thing again.

I out grew my original crate and move into to a huge condo style crate. That lasted three days, then I was granted the ultimate honor of moving into Mom and Dad’s bed just a few weeks before Christmas (all that barking and whimpering at bedtime finally paid off – I knew Mom would cave in eventually.)

I also had my big boy surgery. Now there was an experience to behold. Actually I did great and I was out chasing squirrels and birds within 48 hours. The two days of Valium were really nice though. I spent most of it sleeping on Mom’s chest and snuggled up against her face. She seemed to love it.

Mom is on a new work schedule now. It really helps me, since I am still a bit typing impaired and all. We are in the process of finishing up her newest book this week. Check out our progress at http://tobeawriter.com

The picture on this post is the background photo for my new book about being a puppy,  Siri’s Summer. Rich, Mom’s cover designer still has to do the text graphic work, but that should not take too long. It will soon be available on Amazon Kindle April 30th.

Late June 2008 Chard, Rocket and other salads
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Gotta run for now, there is a rabbit scampering up the back yard toward my neighbor Arlin’s garden. Dad said that if I could prove to Arlin I’m a good rabbit dog, he may hire me after he plants the garden this spring.

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Big Boy Haircut

bigboyhaircut-sirtitanBig boy haircut my paw! I’ve been scalped!  I want to know what happen to all my curly and long hair. It was here on Tuesday. Then I went to the groomer for a bath and look at me now. It’s all gone.  I’ll  have to admit, it’s not a bad look. I do look a bit handsome, don’t I?

Wow, this growing up thing is getting to me. Whatever happen to those care free days of romping through life without a care in the world? Oh that’s right, I remember, they ended when I turned seven months old.

There have been a lot of new perks now that I am a bit older, so it’s not all bad;

The food is MUCH better than just plain kibble bits.

I get to go just about anyplace in the house now (as long as I’m a good boy, if you get my drift on that one).

The crate-condo has been taken to the laundry room and now I sleep with Mom and Dad. I also get to nap on the big bed whenever I want to.

I got to send all my little-boy clothes to cousin Polar so he could wear them for a few weeks.

Mom and Dad have stop talking to me in puppy-talk and calling me little-one.

There is also a lot more responsibility, like picking up my toys and putting them on the toy shelves in Mom’s office. Princess doesn’t pick up her toys and put them away, but Mom says “that’s because she wasn’t taught how to do that.”  Wow, does that mean I am smarter than Princess?

Indian Palm Squirrel (Funambulus palmarum)
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Chasing the squirrels in the yard is a full time job.  Boy are they fast. Princess and I have tried tag-teaming them and still can’t win.  I tried climbing a tree the other day, but fell backwards. I wonder how they hold on and scamper up those trees so fast? There is one (I named him Rocky) that is just down right mean to me. He sits on the corner of the roof or the rock wall and teases me. The other day he threw part of a walnut at me. Can you believe that? Mean I say, just mean.

I have a lot more growing to do so I can’t imagine what the future holds – but I will keep you paw posted.

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A Pool…Oh Boy, A Pool

Visions of my own swimming pool!

I am ready to roll. Dad said he was going to get a pool for me to play in during this really hot weather. A pool – all my very own! I’ve been dreaming about it all night long. I can just see us kicking back with a breweski or two and maybe some kibble.

I can’t wait to see it.  Darn, I wish I had ordered some of those really cool swimming trunks when I order the samples for my new line (selfless self-promotion here…From Siri With Love), but I had no clue I would have my own pool.

 

Trust me...this is NOT a pool!Okay..WHAT is this thing? You are kidding…right? You’re trying to tell me this is a pool? Not exactly what I was expecting big guy.  Guess this is what happens when your mom and dad were born in the 30’s and 40’s.

Hey, big guy…what do they call this thing?  “A galvanized wash tub – we used to do laundry in them along with a wash board and a bar of soap”.

Cool water and toy in mouth. Not bad for a hot summer day.

Oh my, this is soooooo embarrassing! I hope the neighbors can’t see me.  But it does have water in it and a few of my toys. It does look like it would be cool and at 109 degrees in Louisville, I’m in!  Ah, refreshing!!!!! Continue reading

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Behavior and My Way Of Thinking

When it comes to behavior and my way of thinking, I’m a little jaded.  She has signed me up and paid the deposit, so I am definitely going to obedience school. It starts on Wednesday, the 18th. of July.

So to me and my way of thinking,  that means between now and the 18th. there are just let-him-romp, good ole’ puppy fun and fair game days. What’s she gonna do about it? Sign me up for obedience school? Short of that rolled-up paper shopping bag (was she desperate or what?) the way I see it is I’m home free. Besides, she is so guilt ridden at this point I think I could do anything, well except maybe;

  • Chew up her Franklin Planner or Filofax
  • Find another pair of shoes to chew on
  • Pull another handbag down by the strap and hide it in my create-room for late night chomping
  • Chew on her iPad or iPhone (actually, with all the yelling I hear about the iPhone she would most likely pay me to chew that up)
  • Drop  her other bedroom slipper in the commode

I know, I’ll head to the bookcases while she is not looking and start on that bottom row of books.  What, this is so not funny – when did this happen? There is nothing on these bottom shelves but dust. Hummmm, I can see my paw prints – how fun is that?

Okay, back to the business of chewing, onto the other bookcases – nope, nothing, nada – not a single book to be had on any of the bottom shelves.  Oh wait…there is some paper, one of my favorite goodies to have fun with.

Phew, I’m tired, I just chewed/shredded about a dozen pieces of paper and she never turned around once. In fact, she actually laughed at me a couple of times. Truthfully, that kind of worries me.

“Siri, did you see the note I left for you down there?”  Oh boy, she left me a note, how exciting. No one has ever written me a note before. Let’s see, it says “Siri, congratulations, you just chewed up the complete outline for your eBook – how exciting is that?”

Obedience school is looking better by the second.

 

 

 

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