Time to PAR-T

WOW!  I never knew birthdays were so much fun.  Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh.

First, I got a new squeaky tennis ball a couple of days ago as an early present.  I love a squeaky tennis ball!  I loved it so much, I already broke the squeaky out of it.  Today I got a new Kong toy.  It's just like my old one but new-er.  The squeaker works and my teeth don't get stuck in the Kong!  This is my favorite toy to have my papa throw in the yard for me to chase.  

I told you that my mama was cooking for my birthday.  She had enough batter to make cup-caks and a small cake.

Cake and cup-caks before the frosting

My special cup-cak with NO frosting & the people ones all frosted

 

My cup-cak, a goofy hat and my special ice cream

I was very excited about the fun things to eat but not so interested in wearing a hat.  Auntie Jocelyn doesn't really take "no" for an answer.

Auntie Jocelyn helping me with my hat

They even put fire on my candles and every time my mama blew them out, the fire came right back.  They were MAGIC candles. 

The magic candles

I wasted no time eating my cup-cak because I thought they might change their minds and take it back.  I took the whole thing in my mouth and ran into the other room.  Then I sat patiently waiting for my ice cream.

I am focused!

What a fun, fun, fun couple of days.  I'm really looking forward to next year when I turn 3.  I hope E-thun and Auntie Jocelyn can celebrate with us again.

E-thun isn't too sure about having his picture taken with me

My mama, papa and me all wearing a stupid hat

(Just ignore all that stuff in the background and focus on us!)

I hope you have a birthday coming up soon.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham

It's All About ME, ME, ME

Welcome to my very own blog. Some of you may know me from the blog I was sharing with my mama, which you can read here but I was kind of tired of sharing.  Sooooo, without further ado...

I am Titan and I am one lucky dog.  I was surrendered to the shelter as a puppy because my family could no longer take care of me.  The shelter didn't adopt put bulls because there is a problem with dog fighting in that town but someone there thought I was special (duh, yah) and called a different shelter in a different town to take me.  I'm lucky because they said "Yes". So I was trans-fur-d to the new shelter.

I'm told that I arrived at the new shelter loving dogs and people.  Unfortunately, I got stressed by the shelter environment and the staff thought there was something wrong with me because sometimes I wobbled and fell over.  I'm lucky because one of the shelter staff took me home and became my Foster Mom.  This is me sharing the backseat with her when she came to visit us in Floor-i-duh last winter.

Isn't she the most beautiful foster mom, eva?

I stayed with her for quite a while, until she made a movie starring ME.  My new family saw that movie and fell in love with me because I was goofy and made them laugh.  (I WAS amazing, if I do say so.)  They were concerned about my wobbles but said I could come to visit "for the weekend".  

I had a plan and was on my best behavior "for the weekend".  I didn't get on the fur-knee-chur or chew on things that didn't belong to me or go to the bathroom in the house.  Even though I was only staying "f.t.w." they (mostly my papa) bought me a bed and toys and bowls for my food and water.  It was a good plan!  That was June, 2010 and I was officially adopted in July!!    

That's how it all started.  There's a lot more to tell but I'll save that for another post. 

This is my happy face ;o)

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham