Rest in peace, sweet Tan-Tan.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I'm a bad blogger
I haven't blogged in a really, really long time.
Last night at my house there was lots of excitement. Everybody sat in the family room and stared at the movie box and kept saying things like "Woo Hoo!" and "Well, we knew that would happen." I sat on the fluffy blankie near Cheesehead's feet, and she petted me. Then at one point, Cheesehead started crying and MrMr ran to get WonderGirl who had just gotten out of the shower and she came downstairs all wet and wearing a towel and was whooping it up!
Something about a new family getting a puppy. Very exciting if you ask me!
It might have been too exciting. Several hours later I woke up the whole gang with my loud wheezing. I went to the doctor today, at the place Cheesehead calls "SuperHappyFunPlaceForDogs". They took fancy pictures, and took some blood, and poked around a bit you-know-where ~~shudder~~. I am a high maintenance dog once again, with medicine that makes me pee a lot, and special food.
It turns out that my little heart is two sizes too big. I could have told them that. How is that not a good thing?
In other news there is a new thumb-haver who is visiting again. This one is taller than the last one, with yellow hair, and really big shoes. That's really all I know about him. He does not tickle WonderGirl as much so I do not have to bark at him so much. He smells like dog. Girl dog.
Last night at my house there was lots of excitement. Everybody sat in the family room and stared at the movie box and kept saying things like "Woo Hoo!" and "Well, we knew that would happen." I sat on the fluffy blankie near Cheesehead's feet, and she petted me. Then at one point, Cheesehead started crying and MrMr ran to get WonderGirl who had just gotten out of the shower and she came downstairs all wet and wearing a towel and was whooping it up!
Something about a new family getting a puppy. Very exciting if you ask me!
It might have been too exciting. Several hours later I woke up the whole gang with my loud wheezing. I went to the doctor today, at the place Cheesehead calls "SuperHappyFunPlaceForDogs". They took fancy pictures, and took some blood, and poked around a bit you-know-where ~~shudder~~. I am a high maintenance dog once again, with medicine that makes me pee a lot, and special food.
It turns out that my little heart is two sizes too big. I could have told them that. How is that not a good thing?
In other news there is a new thumb-haver who is visiting again. This one is taller than the last one, with yellow hair, and really big shoes. That's really all I know about him. He does not tickle WonderGirl as much so I do not have to bark at him so much. He smells like dog. Girl dog.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Sad
My thumb-haver is very sad. She is sitting in front of the Light Box with water coming out of her eyes. It seems that Cub, whose thumb-haver she met out on the ocean last month, is now in puppy heaven. If you are a dog, or cat, or lizard, or fish, or a thumb-haver of such, won't you go pay your respects?
Run free, Cub. I hope there are lots of trees to mark and bunnies to chase where you are now.
Run free, Cub. I hope there are lots of trees to mark and bunnies to chase where you are now.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
I'm not dead yet!
I went to the doctor today. Lots of people were praying for me, 'cause Cheesehead asked them to. She has the best human friends ever!!
After I got back from going to see all the family dogs and their thumb-havers, I started feeling weird, and started chewing my leg, which is a dumb thing to do but I couldn't help it. Whenever one of the humans would find me doing this they would tell me to stop and I would, but then I would go off and hide and do it in secret.
This past week I stopped eating, then I stopped drinking, then I stopped going outside to do my bidness. I just felt like hiding in strange places in the house. Then I got all shaky--probably from not doing all that other stuff.
Today I saw the doctor. I was crying and shaking when I went in, but the ladies there all love me and are so nice. The doctor took some skin off the places where I itch, which wasn't very nice, but Cheesehead got to pet my head while he did this, and talk to me, and I got to look at her the whole time.
The doctors also did some strange things with my bottom ~~~shudder~~~ I don't know why they always check my bottom, but they did, to see if there was a problem back there that would tell them why I wasn't eating. For the record I am just fine there, thankyouverymuch. The thumb havers can just leave that alone as far as I'm concerned.
I now have four more medications, on top of my heart meds and pain meds. Cheesehead told me I am now officially a "high maintenance pet" whatever that means. I am just a fabulous poodle, same as always. Now I just get a special bath every day. Hey, the humans get one every day---why not me?
Thank you all for caring about me. Right back at you!
After I got back from going to see all the family dogs and their thumb-havers, I started feeling weird, and started chewing my leg, which is a dumb thing to do but I couldn't help it. Whenever one of the humans would find me doing this they would tell me to stop and I would, but then I would go off and hide and do it in secret.
This past week I stopped eating, then I stopped drinking, then I stopped going outside to do my bidness. I just felt like hiding in strange places in the house. Then I got all shaky--probably from not doing all that other stuff.
Today I saw the doctor. I was crying and shaking when I went in, but the ladies there all love me and are so nice. The doctor took some skin off the places where I itch, which wasn't very nice, but Cheesehead got to pet my head while he did this, and talk to me, and I got to look at her the whole time.
The doctors also did some strange things with my bottom ~~~shudder~~~ I don't know why they always check my bottom, but they did, to see if there was a problem back there that would tell them why I wasn't eating. For the record I am just fine there, thankyouverymuch. The thumb havers can just leave that alone as far as I'm concerned.
I now have four more medications, on top of my heart meds and pain meds. Cheesehead told me I am now officially a "high maintenance pet" whatever that means. I am just a fabulous poodle, same as always. Now I just get a special bath every day. Hey, the humans get one every day---why not me?
Thank you all for caring about me. Right back at you!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
My newest thumb-haver
There is this person, who is kind of like MisterMister only younger. He is at our house A LOT. He left his small black noise-maker at our house last night. (It had fallen between the sections of the couch. I have no idea how that happened.) So he came over again last night to get it, and my mommy (WonderGirl) made him some soup, and he let me sit on his lap.
He is a good thumb-haver. I don't bark at him anymore to try to scare him away. (Except when he tries to tickle my mommy and she hollers.) I like when he comes over. Which is good. He is here A LOT.
He is a good thumb-haver. I don't bark at him anymore to try to scare him away. (Except when he tries to tickle my mommy and she hollers.) I like when he comes over. Which is good. He is here A LOT.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Long time, no blog...
I promised you the story of how I got my name, didn't I?
My thumb-havers got me from the shelter. Shelters are not bad places, for they do take in pets who have lost their home. But I wouldn't want to live in one for a long time (shiver). Anyway, the Cheeseheads needed a dog, and I needed a home, so they found me at the shelter. The first time I saw WonderGirl, I wanted her to be my new mommy, so I laid down on her lap and let her pet me for a long time. MisterMister had to take me home after that!
I was kind of looking rough around the edges back then. Nobody had taken me to be groomed for a long time, and my fur was long and matted. The Cheeseheads didn't care; they took me home anyway, but made an appointment at the Super Happy Fun Place For Dogs the very next week for a haircut. When they picked me up, they could tell that I have an apricot (tan) spot on my back when my fur is groomed short. Cheesehead said, "Well, he's certainly tanner than I thought he was! That must be where he got his name!"
She loves to tell that story. She told it several times whenever Whistle and Fish's Mom, Truffle and Ouzo's Mom, and Melech's Mom talked about cats, cats, cats when they were all in Nashville together. All she would have to say is, "Did I ever tell you how Tanner got his name?" and they would change the subject.
Thumb-havers are weird, but I sure am glad I have them.
My thumb-havers got me from the shelter. Shelters are not bad places, for they do take in pets who have lost their home. But I wouldn't want to live in one for a long time (shiver). Anyway, the Cheeseheads needed a dog, and I needed a home, so they found me at the shelter. The first time I saw WonderGirl, I wanted her to be my new mommy, so I laid down on her lap and let her pet me for a long time. MisterMister had to take me home after that!
I was kind of looking rough around the edges back then. Nobody had taken me to be groomed for a long time, and my fur was long and matted. The Cheeseheads didn't care; they took me home anyway, but made an appointment at the Super Happy Fun Place For Dogs the very next week for a haircut. When they picked me up, they could tell that I have an apricot (tan) spot on my back when my fur is groomed short. Cheesehead said, "Well, he's certainly tanner than I thought he was! That must be where he got his name!"
She loves to tell that story. She told it several times whenever Whistle and Fish's Mom, Truffle and Ouzo's Mom, and Melech's Mom talked about cats, cats, cats when they were all in Nashville together. All she would have to say is, "Did I ever tell you how Tanner got his name?" and they would change the subject.
Thumb-havers are weird, but I sure am glad I have them.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Did I ever tell you how I got my name?
Hello blog world! I am Tanner, the beautiful poodle. I live in the Snow Belt with Cheesehead and her family. They adopted me about 2.5 years ago from a shelter. I love my thumb-havers. They give me kibble, and fresh water, and rub my belly, and let me outside to do my "bidness". They also give me my pills. I love my pills! They taste suspiciously like cheese. I love cheese! I take an ACE inhibitor and Lasix on account of I have the canine version of Congestive Heart Failure. I spent some time in the doggie hospital this year, but the very nice doctors found out what was wrong and now most days I feel pretty good for an old guy.
People think when I bark I am mean but I am just being friendly! If you come to my house I will bark at you, but if you let me smell your hand I will be friendly and might even give you a lick on your hand. If you come to my house A LOT I will just stop barking at you sooner or later. That's what I did with the BoyWonder. Now he is almost like one of my thumb-havers. He gets down on the floor with me and plays. Cheesehead doesn't do that so much.
I like to sleep curled up on the bed of WonderGirl. If she is gone I sleep on the floor next to MisterMister. In the morning I wait outside his door until he comes out to greet me. I won't even go downstairs with Cheesehead to do "bidness" until I have greeted my Mister. If WonderGirl gives me my pill first thing I will go back upstairs and wait for Mister before I do anything else. I am CRAZY about my Mister!!!
I hope you enjoy my blog. I will tell my thumb-haver Cheeshead what to write. I hope my RGPP's write to me! I started this blog when Whistle sent me a card. She suggested a name change, but I think I will stick with Tanner.
PS-- next time I will really tell you how I got my name!
People think when I bark I am mean but I am just being friendly! If you come to my house I will bark at you, but if you let me smell your hand I will be friendly and might even give you a lick on your hand. If you come to my house A LOT I will just stop barking at you sooner or later. That's what I did with the BoyWonder. Now he is almost like one of my thumb-havers. He gets down on the floor with me and plays. Cheesehead doesn't do that so much.
I like to sleep curled up on the bed of WonderGirl. If she is gone I sleep on the floor next to MisterMister. In the morning I wait outside his door until he comes out to greet me. I won't even go downstairs with Cheesehead to do "bidness" until I have greeted my Mister. If WonderGirl gives me my pill first thing I will go back upstairs and wait for Mister before I do anything else. I am CRAZY about my Mister!!!
I hope you enjoy my blog. I will tell my thumb-haver Cheeshead what to write. I hope my RGPP's write to me! I started this blog when Whistle sent me a card. She suggested a name change, but I think I will stick with Tanner.
PS-- next time I will really tell you how I got my name!
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