The Rainbow Bridge...

I said good-bye to my mama and papa today. As difficult as it was, they promised me that I would never suffer and they fulfilled their promise by letting me go, although it broke their hearts. I had the best life ever! I know they are super sad right now but I hope they will love another dog some day as much as they loved me.

One of my first photos, 9/2010, taken by Auntie Jocelyn

Take me to your leader.

Floor-i-duh napping

A slice of Floor-i-duh sunshine

Surveying my Floor-i-duh kingdom

Chillaxin on the couch with my mama  10/13/2020

9/01/2009 - 10/17/2020 

Sitting on the Dock

...by the canal.

She knows I hate that pit-chur taking thingy...

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham, CGC TT

 

I Have a Routine

When my mama takes me into the yard in the late afternoon, I have my own way of doing things.  First of all, I like to play with my kong toy.  My mama throws it and I go get it, but I don't always bring it back.  Sometimes I make her chase me to get it back because exercise is important for everyone.

When I'm done chasing my kong, I like to just sit and relax and see if there's anything interesting going on.

My mama always thinks I look so regal when I'm paying attention, even if I'm not paying attention to her.  hahaha

I like to roll around and cover myself with dried grass and dirt and let out some funny growls before jumping up and shaking off.

The past few years, instead of putting out the white flags and electric fence, my mama just puts a 30' long leash on me.  I know where the fence used to be and I don't ever go beyond that area, even without the flags.  The leash is just a precaution, in the event I forget myself and I'm distracted by something outside my approved area.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham, CGC TT

Me and My Mama Selfie

I really hate seeing the pit-chur taking thing-a-ma-bob come out but sometimes my mama takes a good pit-chur of the two of us.  I never make it easy for her, tho!

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

Bank Treats and a Walk in the Park

Although I'm stuck sitting in the back seat, I can still see the bank lady and I know there's a treat coming my way.

From the bank we took a nice walk through the Linear Park.To be honest, we take this walk almost every day and I still find good things to smell.  There's always lots of pee-mail.  hahaha..doggie humor.  Sometimes we even see the alley-gat-er.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

My Crusty Nose

I personally don't mind what my nose looks like but my mama and papa don't like it when it gets what they call "crusty".  I don't see it but, whatever...

My Auntie Wendy makes a wonderful product called a Beedandy lotion bar, which you can purchase for yourself here on her website.  It's made for people, but because it's all natural, it's safe to use on my nose.  However, I hate having it slathered on my nose, but I do get treats, which almost makes it worth it.  After just a couple of days, my nose it soft as a baby's butt, which I assume is super soft cause otherwise, what's the point? 

It looks yucky at first but then it gets ub-zorb-duh and disappears.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

 

Funday, Sunday

I enjoy the way the Floor-i-duh sunshine warms me from the outside in, while I wait for my mama and papa to finally get ready for our morning walk. 

Most afternoons, my mama and papa go to the gym, then come home and have iced coffees on the deck while I enjoy a frozen treat.  Generally, before dinner, my mama takes me down into the yard and tosses my favorite Kong around till I get tired.

Sometimes, when she gets a bee in her bonnet, we sit on the dock for a few minutes waiting for fishes to jump out of the water.  She almost always tries to take a photo or two but I rarely comply.

Take the picture already...

Admittedly, I am handsome!

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

A Little of This, A Little of That

 We had a nice walk today along the Linear Path, all the way to the parking garage.  Papa went to the new coffee shop and got coffees and pastries for him and mama.  I was waiting patiently, not knowing what pastries are but thinking I might score a bite, being my good self when along comes a little dog, walking it's people.  Well...I lost my shit and embarrassed MY people.  I've got no excuses, It happens sometimes...

On another note, my mama says I'm getting a little more gray hairs on my chinny chin chin.  Well...I'm like going on ten and I don't have someone covering up my gray every month like someone I know who shall remain unnamed.  Just sayin'

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

Ear, Ear

My mama says the only time my ear sticks up like this, is when I'm sleeping. 

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham, CGC TT

Seriously?!

First...let me set the scene.  We are on our walk from downtown Punta Gorda to the hospital.  The area is 95% grass, 4% sidewalk and 1% dead palm frond.  Said named frond is where I chose to do my duty on this bright, sunny morning.

Now, while I was very proud of myself and quite relieved, my mama was not so impressed.  I thought maybe a "good boy", "well done", "nice job" or possibly a tasty treat was in order but what do I get from my mama?  "Are you kidding me?" "I'm taking a picture of that and sending it to Auntie Wendy."  and she did.  Gross.

Instead of being impressed by the fact that l) I can't see what I'm doing, since it's at the south end of a northbound body 2) I have no idea of the speed at which it will exit 3) nor do I know at what angle it will depart...it is placed perfectly in the center of aforementioned dead palm frond.    

Instead, she says..."How am I supposed to pick that up?"

Technically, that's not my job, so I think it was a ree-tor-ick-ul question, but I have no doubt that she will figure something out, she always does.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham, CGC TT

It's a Special Needs Foster Season

Do you remember Pebbles, the puppy that arrived from Puerto Rico with bad hind legs?  You can refresh your memory, or learn about her, here and here.  She was super, duper special needs and she's been uh-dop-ted by a pretty special mama that loves her to the moon.  

Our next foster puppies were three American Bulldog puppies that were all deaf.  They didn't know they were deaf, which was fortunate for them since their barks were ear piercing.

This is them on their ride from the AWS, all snuggled together.  Unfortunately, we learned quite early...they can't travel in a crate without pooping every.single.time!  Stinky!  

They didn't have names, so my mama and papa and Auntie Wendy got to name them.  Papa named Blanca, she was the biggest of them all and the most bulldoggie looking.

Auntie Wendy named Ivory.  She was the middle one...not too big and not too small, just about perfect.  She had a little bit of black along the edge of her left ear.

"What do you mean it's all my fault?"

Ivory is the reason the tall fence had to be put up so quickly; she was the first one to climb over the short one.

Mama named the pipsqueak Pearl.  She was just darn cute.

Here I am saying "hi" to Blanca.

They stayed with us for a couple of weeks because they got sick and couldn't get spayed when they were scheduled. They had lots (and lots) of nasty diarrhea, so had to visit the vet at the AWS.  That visit took about two hours because they were concerned about Parvo, a very serious disease and often fatal to puppies.  Thankfully, that wasn't the problem.  They came home with medicine and a very messy crate. ;o( *sigh*

Once they started feeling better, every one got a bath.

Ivory

Blanca

Pearl

They learned very quickly when it was time to eat.

They all got to run and play outside of their kennel several times a day but sadly, it was really super cold for most of the time they were with us, so they didn't get outside except for a few minutes during the whole two weeks.

Blanca and Pearl playing tug

My mama called them the three little piggies and she loved taking pictures of them all snuggled up together in a pig pile.

Ivory, Blanca, Pearl

They went back to the shelter yesterday and all got a bath before anyone interested in uh-dop-ting them could see them because they were covered in poop!  All three had new homes by the end of today.  YAY ;o)

Happy life little piggies!

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

It's Fine Being Nine!

Happy Birthday to ME!  Happy super, duper, spectacular Birthday to ME!  I admit, I love a good birthday and today it's MINE!  WooHoo!  Let's celebrate.

You're probably wondering how I celebrated being nine.  Well...to be honest, the day was kind of boring.  My mama insisted on the "annual birthday photo shoot".  Ugh!  I really don't like having my picture taken over and over and over again BUT...there was a stick of cheese involved, so I relented.

I will point out, it's the same silly hat as last year and I think the year before.  My mama is a serious slacker when it comes to buying me something new to wear for these silly pictures.  And don't be fooled by the bandana, it's the same as last year, only the other side because it's reversible.  

Please note...I expertly covered my private parts

I'll smile for cheese!

My somber expression

Smiling because I'm NAKED! (not counting my party hat)

Aren't we about done here?

I'm bored...

What is that on my eye?  I know I have a small beauty mole, but seriously...that's not a small mole!  Looks more like I'm wearing a marble on my eye.  Must be the light ;o)

Looking good in my birthday suit!

Finally, once my mama had enough pictures to satisfy her and all the cheese was gone, I got some gifts.  Yes, dogs get gifts.

I got a new leash that matches my collar.  My old leash is about as old as me and was getting pretty worn, so everyone (well, not me but everyone else) decided a new one was in order.  I also got a really cool, funny-in-my-mouth squeaking duck.  

Finally...ICE CREAM.  My mama and papa took a trip to the ice cream store, without me!  I suspect they treated themselves to celebrating my birthday with ice cream of their own before bringing mine home.

I can be very attentive when I want to be.

I'm feeling very good for nine.  My mama is kind of sad though because, although I've always had white hairs under my chin, she is seeing more of them on my face.  A couple here, a couple there.  Eventually I'll look my age.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT