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Sir Titan Wants To Know What Did I Do Wrong

favacon-TitanSir Titan Wants To Know, What Did I Do Wrong?  I realize I have outgrown my three pound ball of fur stage and some of the cuteness has worn off. According to Mom, that also happens in real life. As that woman says on Project Runway, “one day you are in and the next day you are out.”  Well today I am OUT! I was removed from a Facebook group today. I guess I should have my fur knickers  in a knot, a growl on my face and be as upset and mad as Mom is. However that is kind of hard to do since I didn’t even know I was “in” to begin with. The question is, what did I do wrong?

But let me tell you, Mom has definitely got her knickers in a double knot. It was bad enough early this afternoon when she decided to be a domestic goddess and bake an apple pie, only to be shot down once again by the all knowing master chef of the household. You know, after her zillion and one attempts being shot down over and over again, you would think she would learn to stop making them. I’m not a psychologist or anything remotely close, but I do know enough to walk away with my tail between my legs and curl up in corner when my value is not appreciated or I’m not respected. Of course, I can lay in that corner with a smile on my face because I have a few tricks tucked away in my arsenal of “I’ll get even with you buddy.”  And yes, I will be pulling a few of those out tonight.  Since he is darn near deft and blind, he just can’t hear or see it coming anymore. Sometimes it’s just way too easy.

As if Mom wasn’t hurting enough, she picked up a Messenger notice that came through on her iPad after the apple pie drama happen. The look on her face said it all. My first thought was that they had discontinued the Hostess* Orange Cupcakes again. Then all of a sudden she was crying and typing away, nonstop. At that point, I could tell by the pressure of her fingertips on the keyboard letters that she was giving them the simple facts of the situation.

Afterwards, Mom and I snuggled in on the sofa so I could dry her tears with my fur and she could explain to me what had happen. It was a continuation of the 42 year war of family. For all those 42 years Mom has kept quiet out of  respect to one member of said family.  Last week, the need to do that ended. So when the Facebook removal notice came through, it was stand up for Sir Titan time.

I didn’t understand that being removed from a group would give the impression I had done something wrong and against Facebook’s Terms Of Service, therefore being a black eye punch against my business account. That’a not a good thing since Facebook will most likely freeze my page and account, not that the person delivering the punch will care.

Truthfully, I haven’t worked on that page and built the business I originally envisioned. However, Mom and I have been working on getting my website in tip-paw shape the last few weeks, so this mean-spirited removal could not have happen at a worse time.

I say its time for a dog fight (or in this case, a cat fight), but Mom says “un-knot that fur and thinking young man. Fights provide instant gravitation and there will be none of that dished out from here”. Okay mom, but I hate it when you are logical.

So now it will be a dog-sit-and-wait few weeks to see what Facebook will be doing about it. Tonight I will be sitting on Mon’s desk watching her remove herself from everything remotely or closely associated with these people.

brown_paw_printYou know, when it comes to family, I think the animal world has it well figured out. We are born, taken care of for a few weeks then given away. If we are really lucky we are placed with a family that loves one another and welcomes us unconditionally. When we arrive we give the family a piece of our heart. When we die, we take a piece of their heart with us.

 

*Hostess is a registered trademark.

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Dog Bee Stings – How To Treat

siri-daisy-bee-59353319Woozers, do I have a whole new respect for those funny looking bugs flying around with wings extended and a determined look on their face. I only have one question, what did I ever do to make a bee mad at me?

Okay, so I may have trampled a few during my run around the yard each day, but it wasn’t intentional. Do you have any idea how hard it is to run at warp speed while looking at the grown?

Well let me tell you, this bee sting really hurt and it STILL hurts. It could have been worse, he could have stung me on my nose.   I did get my hair done today and Amanda, my groomer could not find the stinger.

Mom and Dad looked but could not find it, so hopefully my paw will stop hurting soon. Just as soon as we find a way of reviving Mom and getting her off the floor (she is such a wimp), I’m sure I am in for a veterinarian visit.

So of course I had to do some research on the subject. Well actually, Aunt Judy did this research for me (Mom’s sitting up now, so I think she is coming around.) Thank you Aunt Judy.

So, remember to hit the print button and put this post in your doggie first aid file. You do have one of those – right? Mom keeps ours in the top drawer of her master filing cabinet, right in the front, before the ABC’s start, because the information is so important. Even the hanging file folder is even red.

Stings from wasps, bees, yellow jackets and ant bites will all cause redness and painful swelling at the site. They will usually only sting on exposed non-fur areas. Gee, they must (wait for it) bee lazy little critters. Seriously, being stung can be a serious situation and I shouldn’t be (oh man, that was so hard not to do) making light of it. This is really interesting, the swelling can also occur in the face and neck area, even though the dog was not stung in those areas.

If your dog is stung many times (I can’t even imagine how that must feel) the absorbed toxins could cause anaphylactic (phew, that is a big word for such a little tyke) shock, especially if the dog has been stung in the past. Continue reading

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I Am a Little Bit Concerned and Jealous

Taz- Warner Brothers & Looney TunesOkay, I admit, I am a little bit concerned and jealous. My first alter-ego is about to come out in fighting mode.  For the past two years and two months I have been the top dog around here. That means 24/7 attention and affection, except when we are sleeping or Mom is away from the house.

Last week things changed drastically. In fact, I haven’t seen much of her even though she is here. She has been holed up in the library/file area of her office. Sure, I can run back there and stand in front of her with my sad-woo-is-me look and she will stop pitching papers and files to pick me up for a few minutes.

Of course that is the same library/file area where those out-of-print books live and I don’t like spending much time there, hence she remembers my faupaw. Seriously, how is a pup suppose to know such things?

I have my masterpiece poor puppy look (I mastered that one the first week I was here and it works every time) that will stop her in her tracks instantly. Then she will turn off the lights, move to another room and it is “all about me-Titan time.”

What I’m not understanding is where the need to throw out files with a vengeance and where her burst of energy came from.  I’ve listened to enough soap operas to know that kind of behavior usually means a huge change is coming soon, if you get my drift. But that can’t be right in this case, she is never out and about long enough and too even notice that kind of change coming straight at her. So it must be the Continue reading

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Happy Fourth Of July

Poodle Dog RunningHappy Fourth of July!

For us doggies, the Fourth Of July is simply a “yes, I did eat that burger that fell off the grill and now I am heading for Mom and Dad’s bed, where I will feel safe after burrowing in underneath the covers – because the sky is exploding kind of day.”

All in all we had a fun day around here. Mom cooked (now there is a really scary event) and Dad barbecued. Mom made Grandmother Nina’s southern potato salad, baked beans and corn. Dad barbecued ribs. I actually scored a couple bites (without the sauce) and they were really good.

After cleaning up Mom and I hibernated in her office and studio (a new thing this week.) I slept while she tried to find a surface that was free of beads, wire, tools, baskets and stacked paper, files and magazines. When I woke up she was still searching, so I guess she didn’t find any. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.

Now, don’t get we wrong or anything, but do you see anything wrong with the concept of putting cases with thousands of beads within a paws reach of such an angelic pup like me? I can think of thousands, can’t you? Geez, and to think,  I’m still hearing about the three out of print books I chewed the corners off of last summer.

I’m off to the covers now.

Titan

ps. Happy belated birthday Tiffany!

 

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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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Happy Easter Weekend

Cute and fluffy Maltese as a bunny for Easter.Happy Easter Weekend and Oh bunny me.  And to think that I thought the Santa outfit was bad!

 

I am wishing all of you a wonderful, spring-like and safe Easter weekend, wherever your travels may take you. My travels are going to be from the kitchen to the back yard and then to the office, in that order.

 

 

 

 

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How dog safe is your home office?

NPW-week-logoIt’s National Entrepreneurship Week, or in my world, National Pawpreneurship Week. How dog safe is your home office? So this today’s post and tomorrows post is going to focus on keeping your home office safe for your fur-children to be in.

I have to say, I have loved my two years in of being a working doggie and best of all – my office. Yes, of course, it started out as Mom’s office, then it became my condo/crate bedroom (for five months) and now it is officially my office and play room. Nothing like moving in and taking over.

Taking over this space didn’t come without some major Titan-inflicted destruction and consequences. If I could find it, it was mine. The first few days went well enough, I was truly too little and scared to find or mess with anything. Mom and dad spent those days crawling around (now there is a word picture for you) looking for everything they could find to put up or at least hide with silk planters, too large for me to navigate. Score one for the home team – Mom and Dad. Trust me, it would be a short lived victory.

imagesOkay, so the really interesting things were out of reach – for now. It was time to move on to the things they didn’t think about. Let me think for a moment…oh right, my first major project was Mom’s Andy Warhol shoe rug. It had this really great black braiding along the edges. Just perfect for sinking my baby paws and teeth into. The fact that it was black definitely played to my advantage, my toothy work did not show up right away. But like all things puppy, that got boring. It was time to move on to bigger and better things. Continue reading

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Valentine Day Love

thumb-680x459-f-valentines-day-card-for-honeyIt’s here, it’s here, – it’s finally Valentine’s Day. Time for Valentine Day love.  I am so excited. Now I can share the special Valentine card I had made for Honey. I hope she likes it.

Happy Valentine’s Day Honey

So today’s post is going to be one of fun filled with love. I hope you have a wonderful and happy Valentine’s Day. Ours is going to be a snuggling kind of afternoon and evening. We are expecting another major snow storm, which should be starting about now. I’m going to be tummy high in snow when I go outside later this afternoon. It’s a good thing I got my hair cut on Wednesday. The snow won’t clump in my fur like it did during the last snow we had. Somehow the words “stay in here until you thaw out” are not very comforting when you come back inside with snow clumps hanging from your fur and you have really cold feet. I’ve got it down to a science now. I whimper a bit and out comes the big towel which is wrapped around me and and then I’m cradled in Mom or Dad’s arms until I thaw out. Ah, thank goodness for doggie noises – they work every time.

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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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Writing Camp Results

Well, it just goes to show you, when you put a great mind (mine) with a good mind (Moms) together in a summer writing camp, things get done! Mom’s new book is complete and on Amazon.com in the Kindle store.

We are getting ready to pick up where we left off on my new book, Siri’s Summer and work on it over the  weekend. While sniffing around Mom’s desk for treats I noticed her calendar and boy is it full of writing projects. She even has another section of writing camp starting in the fall. I’m going to sleep that one out – she is on her own.

I graduate from obedience school on Tuesday night. I sure hope Mom doesn’t make me wear one of those cap and gown thingies. I doubt that she will mainly because she knows I would chew the tassel off right away. I’ll have to admit, she has been  a little less forth coming in the clothes department lately. I outgrew of all the original goodies she bought me –  in record time. I had fun with them and I got to send them to my younger cousin Polar in Lakeland, FL so he can wear them for awhile.

Today is the launch of Mom’s book on Amazon and she is checking stats each hour. Every hour the “happy dance” gets a little bit happier. I’m glad it is going well for her, she worked really hard to finish the book by her August 1 deadline. She is not as excited as I thought she would be. I don’t think she feels very well right now.

Hummmm – that makes me wonder when our deadline for Siri’s Summer is. What? Oh it’s August 25th. “Are you crazy – you expect me to work hard so I can finish it by then? Just because you made your deadline does not mean I have to make mine.” Wow, she can be one crazy woman sometimes. One would think that dog breeders would screen their forever parents better.

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