On our recent morning jaunts through the neighborhood, Tomokee likes to say hello to Woof von Tailwagger, a Landseer Newfoundland dog. Woof is an annual Massachusetts visitor who comes out with his owners for a month or so each winter. He's quite a hit in the neighborhood everytime he's here.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
I'm a knitter, so when I saw this knitting book for dog sweaters at the Mountain View BookBuyers, I just HAD to buy it. It was sitting on the kitchen table until I found Tomokee busily tearing it apart. Dog, are you trying to tell me something? Sadly, Bruce is taking the dog's side.
Monday, December 25, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
"Can you use it in a sentence?" I hear some ex-spelling-bee champ asking. Sure I can, and, in so doing, it will become clear what "horked" means:
"Ew, the dog Horked up something that looks like a chicken neck."
'nuff said, no?
Snorfbuckling's a little harder to describe, but here goes... when a dog decides to vigorously chew in the nether regions (of the dog, not Finland or something), the sheer concentration and ferocity of said action is often accompanied by semi-occluded moist breathing sounds, modulated by the chewing. Sort of a "Glertz/snuffle/glortz" sound at about 1.5 times per second. This sound is often heard in our house in the middle of the night when the dog, for some reason associated with random neural firing, decides it's time to power-groom.
"What is that sound? (asked groggily)"
"Just the dog Snorfbuckling again."
More words to come.
If you're a dog person, this probably makes sense; if you're not, little of this blog probably makes much sense to you.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
OK -- "what's this got to do with Tomokee?", you might ask. Not much, 'cept he wasn't along for the ride... sometimes a little escape is a good thing. Dogs aren't welcome at casinos, limos or Aerosmith concerts.
So, yes, I went to see the Aerosmith concert in Reno -- staying in Tahoe at Harrahs (for free! Yay!). The casino arranged for a limo to take me and Rob (a friend I dragged along as a birthday treat) from Tahoe to the front door of the venue (and back). We had a nice VIP host, Angie Antonetti, riding shotgun in the back with us, doling out beer/soda/whatever. The concert was great, except I could have done without the opening act ("Hinder") which seemed like screeching, angry youth. I prefer screeching, angry old farts, thankyouverramuch.
The next night, Rock&Roll Hall-o'-Famer Dave Mason played in Tahoe... what an outstanding musical talent! If you ever get a chance, see this guy and his outstanding band -- not the flash kind of show, just outstanding music.
So, what about the dog? Well, he learns fast. He vocalized loudly when I got back and now attacks the luggage when I touch it ("luggage is evil, it leaves me home"). Now I owe Betty two massages (not from me, the store-bought kind) as atonement for leaving her home with T-dog.
Monday, December 18, 2006
We walked to our local Petco yesterday to buy Tomokee a Christmas gift. After all, he's been a good boy, more or less. It's not that he needs more treats or toys, but it would be nice for him to be able to rip and tear into something without hearing "NO!" every time. I picked up a small hickory smoked bone and a stereo dumbbell squeaky toy (as if "stereo" makes a difference in squeaky toys!) I decided not to buy a giant beef hock bone that was about half the size of his head. (What is a beef hock, anyway?)
Friday, December 15, 2006
I made a shirt with this great sexy cowboy fabric as a gift for friend. (See below). Since I had some leftover fabric, I just had to make Tomokee a canine version of the shirt. It was not as easy as I thought it would be. Tomokee has a great physique (broad shoulders, big chest, narrow waist), which is actually difficult to fit. I did not purchase a pattern, so I had to make my own pattern by trial and error using some cotton fabric. I think the end result came out pretty darn nice.
Here's the human version of the shirt:
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
We're ever so proud! He completed (and I survived) beginning obedience training from Deep Peninsula Dog Training Club. Pat Alvarez was a great teacher -- it's all about teaching the dog owners, not the dogs. (They did spell his name wrong, but then, Tomokee is not a common dog name).
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
It must be the influence of the recently-opened Whole Foods in our town or something, but the dog suddenly went all Euell Gibbons on us, sleeping with a pine cone in his mouth instead of his beloved tennis ball (played by a rotating cast of characters, since he keeps turning the tennis balls into "baldy balls" by removing one of the figure-8-shaped felt pieces... very slimy and nasty, requiring replacement... he never seems to notice the swap, like viewers of Bewitched and the Dick York/ Dick Sargent thing).
Monday, December 11, 2006
Saturday, December 9, 2006
Friday, December 8, 2006
Thursday, December 7, 2006
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Tomokee has a nice and comfy dog bed. However, he's always liked this massage chair. He jumped onto it even as we were moving it into the house. He now prefers to sleep in the massage chair instead of his bed. He is kind enough to share, and will let me use it for its intended purpose whenever he is not using it.
Monday, December 4, 2006
Sunday, December 3, 2006
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Saturday, December 2, 2006
And below is a photo of Tomokee exchanging business cards with a fellow canine customer.