Thursday, June 14, 2012

Grouchy Ol' Lady


This is my sister, Sassy.  She is called a "doll face" Torti, but I just call her the Grouchy Ol' Lady.  Apparently, from what I hear, Torti's have attitude.  The name suits her perfectly because she has quite an attitude.  She thinks she's something special.  HA!  She is most definitely NOT special.  She is OLD, though, somewhere between 15 and 20 AND she has kid-knee dis-eez. 

She has been here, like FOREVER and I've only been here, like TWO years.  All I ever wanted to do was play with her but NO, she is above playing.  I used to chase her all.the.time, which got me in trouble.  Now we are just good friends.
The "gateway" to Sassy's domain
This is the gate that my mama and papa put in the doorway to the downstairs where the GOL eats and sleeps.  She can run right under the gate while it stops me in my tracks.  She is most fond of sitting on the top stair, just behind the gate, where I can smell her and stare at her, but I can't reach her.  Not that I would ever hurt her, I just.want.to.play!  I'm very good at strolling up to her, nice and easy and giving her my best play bow.  She just sits there and looks at me.  Sometimes I think she doesn't know I want to play so I try to tell her in my best barking voice "Come on, GOL, let's play!"  She will usually hiss at me and slap me in the face with her "clawless" paw.  That really annoys me and kind of hurts my feelings, but it doesn't really hurt.  She is clueless that she is clawless.!  Duh!  

She is most happy when she is laying in the bathroom window, soaking up the warm air and the good, outside smells.
When she is in the window, I can hardly see her, which makes it a great hiding place.

I wanted to tell you a little about my sister because, since she is sickly, I'm not sure how much longer she'll be here for me to want to play with.
Preparing to escape under the gate
Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Wordless Wednesday 6/13/12

 
Wordfoto of me and my foster pittie puppies
Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Time Out

Thanks to Aleks at Love and a Six-Foot Leash, my mama's two new favorite words are...Time Out.  They are not my favorite words.  They mean that I have somehow broken one of the Nottingham Rules and I am about to spend some alone time in my papa's bathroom.  

Today I tried to help my papa with the yard work by helping him use the weed trimmer.  Technically, he was trimming the grass but apparently it doesn't matter that he wasn't using the tool for it's intended purpose.  He did tell me "no" "NO" a couple of times but honestly, I thought I could be very useful so I continued to try to bite the "weed wacker".  My mama came over and politely said "okay, Time Out" and proceeded to take me by the collar and walk me into the house.  Don't get me wrong, I don't mind going into the house, but this is different.  (She usually gets the purple leash and attaches it to my collar, then walks me in but I guess she thought this was a VERY SERIOUS transgression because she didn't even take the time to get the leash!)   She said if I caught the wacker tool I could be injured and do some serious damage to my handsome self. That would never, ever do.

Once in the house she walked me into my papa's bathroom and SHUT THE DOOR, with me inside, all alone, for TEN MINUTES!!!  I really hate Time Outs!  Thanks Aleks.  I have even tried using my most saddest cry but found it did me good...no good at all!  I'll try to let papa wack the weeds alone next time.

You can read all about the how's and why's of Time Outs here.

My mama will not allow my handsome self to be injured by the wacker tool!
Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT


Monday, June 4, 2012

I Have Letters

Some of you know I am a Canine Good Citizen and if you have been regularly reading my blog, you know I also passed the American Temperament Test, so I'm adding letters to my name!  Why?  Because it makes me feel special and good about my handsome self.



Sniffing out the neighborhood
Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT