Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Preparing for my St. Paddy's Day walk with my new scarf
Resting at the half way mark of our walk.  My mama DID NOT make my scarf ;o(
Did you know that the red nosed pit bull was originally from Ireland?  Did you know I'm a red nosed pit bull?  I guess that means...I'M IRISH!  So kiss me ;o)

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham papa bought my scarf and we brought it all the way from May-nuh for this special day!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Bath Time

You will have to take my word for the fact that I had a BATH and I am CLEAN and I smell GOOD!  I smelled fine before, but whatever.   There will be no photographic evidence of this event.  If I HAVE to have a bath, then my mama and papa will HAVE to both be involved in getting me clean because I want nothing to do with it.  I was hoping to find a "bath double" but so far, no other super handsome dog has stepped up.  Since they are both involved in the bath process, there were no hands available to use the stupid camera that is constantly in my face and blinds me.

I will however post a picture of me that my Auntie Wendy took using her i-fon with some fancy special blurry-around-the-edges effect.  I will post about her visit another time; I am busy drying now.
Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Notice Anything?

Take a close look at this picture and tell me what you see THAT'S DIFFERENT.
Yeah, I know, I'm stylin'
Here's a's not my fancy new polka dot collar and it's not my new Valentine's Day Kanine Kerchief that my mama made special for me.

It's my green Mart-and-Gail collar.  I don't know if Mart and Gail invented it or were the first two dogs to wear one.  I do know it means I'm doing a really good job of walking on a loose leash.

It's a lot better than the shiny, pinchy one
Looking out over the Peace River last year
that I had to wear last year.  Everyone was afraid of me because they thought I had to wear it because I was a mean dog.

Then I grad-u-ate-ed to this boring, black one that always made me yawn when "they" made me wear it
Resting on our walk
and everyone was still afraid of me because they thought I had to wear it because I was a mean dog and had to wear a muzzle.  Don't these people know ANYTHING?  My mama and papa had to keep telling them "No, he won't bite." and "No, it isn't a muzzle, it's just a head harness."  GEEZ.

To be honest, the Mart-and-Gail is a lot more comfortable.  Well, except when I "freak out" because of another dog and practically choke myself.  Now people are just afraid of me because they think I look scary and maybe I'm a pit bull and maybe I'll bite off their arm if they don't hold it close to their body or walk across the street.  DUH!  I'm just a normal dog with a short brown coat, a big block head and lots of muscle.  Admittedly, I am handsome and buff and I can understand why people take a second look but then they get all wierded out and that hurts my feelings ;o(  My mama says she will work to change one mind at a time for as long as it takes.  And I'll work with her ;o) and my papa, too.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham

Thursday, March 1, 2012

To Make Matters Worse

The get-go has moved into the potted fern!
I know you're in there.
I can hear you laughing!
It's so disturbing; what's a dog to do?  Try as I might, I cannot catch the squirrel OR the get-go!  I am stealthy and fast but they are very fast and apparently, very hard to catch.  Woe is me.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham