Spotlight Thursday – Meet Tink

Spotlight Thursday

Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY.  This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better.  Some of them, you may already know.  We hope that you enjoy this series!

Name:  TinkerToy (but everybody who wants to live calls me TINK)

Age:  2 last October (that makes me a teenager, according to Mom, and that’s when she promised I could get my learner’s permit and start blogging, so I did – and I do)

Location:  A great big apartment with a teeny tiny porch facing a little tiny yard next to a really noisy road in Cincinnati, Ohio. Mom works there, too – so we spend most of our time together. In her office.

Web/Blog Page:  Mom hogs our only computer (no offense meant, Bacon!) – so I only get to be a Guest Blogger on every once in a while.  Here’s a link to my very first blog post, Blogging Tips from a Shih Tzu    

You can find others from there, using the Guest Posts drop-down on the bottom center of Mom’s menu bar – at the top of every page – scroll down to my name, and then click for a blog roll of what I’ve blogged (so far).   

Except for just a few other 2-legses guest posts, she wrote the rest herself – 2-legs stuff, mostly (and kinda’ boring if you ask me), but she did write a GREAT one on the day she went to pick me up for the very first time.  ALL I want for Christmas is . . . A Shih Tzu Puppy

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents?  At first I was sort of confused.  Aunt Peggy took the trip with Mom to come get me in upstate Ohio.  I’ve since figured out that Mom could get lost in a bathtub, so Aunt Peggy came to keep it a day trip instead of a weekend with a hotel stay in Kansas, she says. 

I thought they were both really nice, but Aunt Peggy was holding me and making little cooing-clucking noises while Mom did some other stuff with my birth-Mom’s Mom. I couldn’t figure out what was going on until after the l-o-n-g ride in that big noisy wheelie thing that I now know is a wanna’-ride-in-the-car.  

Mom held me on her lap wrapped in a really soft blanket inside a big purse with windows for the whole long trip — while Aunt Peggy pretty much ignored me, kinda’ dizzy from the whizzing in the big front window she kept staring at, I guess. 

I wasn’t really sure we weren’t on the way to a new vet or something until Mom and I got out and Aunt Peggy kept on going.  I was even more confused when we went inside.  There was a big tree IN the house, with lights on it and a bunch of other stuff – and she kept putting me in scarves and things to take my picture. 

NOW I know that’s how she celebrates Christmas, but I don’t mind sayin’ it was really weird that first day.  But I figured Mom was a pretty understanding two-legs, since she didn’t leave my side for several days and nights. So I knew I’d be okay until somebody came to take me back home where all the trees stayed outside.

What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home?  That one’s easy – the treats.  Mom already had my food, a couple of special beds, blankets, toys and stuff for me, and she knew that I was used to going potty on peepee pads. But I was afraid I’d have to go without my treats in this new place. 

The first time she came near me with a piece of banana, I suspected that maybe I wasn’t going back home – that this WAS gonna’ be home now.  When she finally noticed I was getting a bit tired of bananas and handed over the carrots and the broccoli, I knew my suspicions were right — and I pretty much figured that I had it made! 

Not having to share helped me get over missing my brothers and sisters too. FAST.  I didn’t even cry once.  I actually love to be with mostly two-legses now.  None of the four-legses ever have any treats.

What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home?   That would have to be a tie between shredding the toilet paper,, tearing up the peepee pads, and pulling the stuffing out of one of the couch pillows and burying it in special places all over our apartment.  (I think the two-legses aren’t as fond of a change of texture now and then, and they get crazy when we four-legses LOVE it).  

I could tell Mom was really mad because she used her bad-dog voice when she turned her eyes from that little box thing with the sounds and earmuffs she talks to all the time and caught me at it — and she growled every time she found another little bit of something I’d hidden somewhere new.  

She still hasn’t put the stuffing back in that couch pillow, by the way. It’s on some list, she says – even though anybody could see it plain as day on the table.

 Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why?  I don’t have a Dad . My friend Xander doesn’t have a Mom, so I guess some dogs only get one or the other — and boy am I’m glad I got the one I did.  Uncle Jason is great and all, but Mom’s a push-over.  

She plays frisbee with me, fetch toys down our long hallway, and is pretty much always good for a quick game of find the ball under the furniture. She also keeps the tangles out of my coat (mostly), cooks special treats like sweet potato chewies, and fixes special food so I’m not stuck with those dry health-food chunks all the time.  

When its nice outside and I’ve been really good she takes me to play with these little two-legses in the park. But the best thing is when we walk to a lake near where we live – and I get to play with the big 2-legses who are trying to rescue the fish on these sticks with strings.  Before we head home I get up on one of the benches and she gives me a big drink of water – and treats, just for being such a great dog! 

Oh yeah, and her bed is MY bed now.  The ones I started out with are now reserved just for naps.  I even have one on my own chair next to our computer – with a little step stool so I can get down if I get bored watching her work.  Since we’re in the same bed anymore, I can sometimes even wake her up (when she’s still sleeping and the sun is really bright and some dogs want to go outside!) But not always. 

I wrote all about the pain of having to deal with her sleep disorder in my extra-special article for N-24 Awareness Day.  Sleeping with the Enemy: Mom’s N-24

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you?  That I am a GIRL!  There’s this great Cheers bar on my route (where everybody knows my name). My fan club hangs there, and we check in during our night walks. But they keep saying “she.”   Haven’t they ever seen a topknot before?  It’s not just girls who want to be able to see, for pete sakes – and my bangs grow really fast. Sheesh!

Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!


Posted by on February 23, 2017 in Spotlight Thursday


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Margarita Day!

 Oh Yes – do a little dance – shake your booty – today, February 22, is a holiday that mom can definitely live up and enjoy – National Margarita Day!  Mom especially likes either a frozen mango margarita with a sugar rim OR a habanero margarita with just enough spice.  So whether you enjoy the spice, frozen, on the rocks or fruity – find that lost shaker of salt and enjoy you a margarita today in celebration of this fantastic holiday!


Posted by on February 22, 2017 in Bacon, Journalist Rocky the Squirrel


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Travels in the South

Okay friends – today’s Travels in the South is brought to you by daddy.  He likes to think of himself as a professional eater.  I’ll admit it.  He’s *almost* as good as me at packing some food way.  Almost.

Now there is one restaurant that is open seven days a week 365 days out of the year.  I’m sure a lot of you will recognize the name – Waffle House.  This is a southern restaurant chain that opened in 1955.  You walk in, the waitresses and staff get to know you and call you by name.  You order and can then watch the cook prepare your breakfast right there in front of you in their kitchen at the grill.  All of the food is prepared fresh – from waffles to omelets and everything in between.

Daddy has the craving lately for a new dish on their menu.  It’s called the Philly Cheese Hash Brown Bowl.  It starts with hash browns (cooked however you want them), topped with cheese and Philly steak.  Sometimes, dad even adds add a couple of scrambled eggs.  It’s a bowl that has everything.  You can also get the bowl with other breakfast meats…. but we won’t mention them okay.  Snort sand oinks.


Posted by on February 22, 2017 in Travels Around the World


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It Wasn’t Me… This Time

  Every once in a while, I get a story that I just *have* to pass along.  This is one of those times.  It is way too funny for sure.  Many of you know that my cousin Sherlock Bones lives in Chicago, Illinois.  Sherlock Bones is 5 – like me – and he’s a Basset Hound.  Awesome cousin for sure!  

Mom is sitting on the couch last night watching television and she gets a text from her sister, my Aunt Tina.  Mom reads it and then starts laughing.  So of course you know all of us anipals have to go up to mom and ask her what’s so funny.

Aunt Tina bought a pizza for the family last night, put it way back on the kitchen counter and went for a quick run through the neighborhood.  My cousin Maverick had went to the bathroom to wash up and was going to eat when he was finished.  In the meantime, guess who smelled the pizza?  If you said Sherlock Bones, we have a winner!

Somehow Sherlock learned how to reach further back on the kitchen counter and helped himself to some dinner.

In just a short time span, Sherlock Bones ate 8 boneless wings and three slices of pizza.

He then proceeded to stash three more slices of pizza in the sofa.  You know so he could have a midnight snack.  The dog has skills.

I’m thinking that one day when I grow up I can try to be like him… looks down at my miniature pot-belly and short legs, okay maybe not.

After his dinner, he stretched out on the sofa belly up full from his adventure.

Texts went back/forth between mom and Aunt Tina – all full of sarcasm and fun.  Then Aunt Tina sent the final picture of Sherlock Holmes laying on the sofa all sad.  Why was he sad?  Because he spent a solid ten minutes looking for his ‘stashed’ pizza in the sofa and couldn’t find them.  He could smell them but they were gone.  Aunt Tina had found them and removed them from the sofa.

I guess Sherlock Bones was so heartbroken.





Posted by on February 21, 2017 in Bacon


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Oh friends – are you wondering what Bashful is up to with Da Phenny? Check it out! XOXO – Bacon

Easy Blog


Guess what we did? We drove to da beach… that was the surprise the mama had for me …

wp_20170218_004 sorry that’s blurry but there were 87 noseprints on the car window… and that was too much for the phone, although it’s operated by windows too..weird,huh?

…we visited St. Brieuc, that’s the capital city of Côtes-d’Armor… although it looks a little exotic… they have a completely different weather there, the people wore t-shirts and had nekked stilts while the staff was wrapped in their siberian-survival-outfit.


…we furst passed the harbor…


…and another harbor  what was the same just from the other side, because my dad was LOST IN FRANCE like always…


…butt suddenly…


omd omd is that the ocean?


howly s…. Bashful look, look the ocean!


….oh wow I can not see the end of that big pond… and stones have the best eyes… or…

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Posted by on February 21, 2017 in Uncategorized


Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – Dude, you have never experienced life until you stretch out in a hammock and just relax the day away.  In fact, I think your humans should buy you a piggy hammock.  I bet you would enjoy it.  Signed Swinger

Dear Swinger – WOW – you do look really comfy there my friend.  I’m thinking that this Spring/Summer here at the Hotel Thompson, mom/dad might just need to get me a hammock for my magical backyard.  They can put it on the back deck so I can over look new discoveries.

Thanks for the heads up my friend.  Keep on swinging!

Dear Bacon – I think I partied way too much during the Super Bowl game.  I remember eating some snacks.  I remember chugging some beer after playing beer pong.  That’s it.  Afterwards, the next morning I woke up with a cold one still in my paws.  Shaking my doggy head – I gotta quit partying like this.  Signed Born to be Wild

Dear Born to be Wild – Dude, when you stop remembering your actions from the night before, it’s way past time to stop drinking.  Just be lucky you didn’t wake up with someone else in your bed.  Oh my – can you imagine that?  Shaking my piggy head.  Safety first my friend.

You might need to reach out to DAA (Doggy Alcoholics Anonymous).  I’m sure they can help you.

Dear Bacon – OMD OMD OMD.  Sometimes this little red light laser thingy gets the cats going on here at my crib.  But tonight, that crazy red light kept popping up on the ceiling in my kitchen.  I couldn’t have that unidentified red light breaching my food.  So I did what any dog would do, I jumped up at it to catch and destroy the red light.  I must have caught it because it went away.  Have you ever seen this red light?  Signed White Dogs Can Jump

Dear White Dogs Can Jump – Look at you my friend!  I’d say you took care of that red dot.  I’ve seen it before too here at the Hotel Thompson.  It’s very mysterious when it shows up and then disappears for what seems like weeks.  Do you think it’s an alien trying to impersonate us anipals?  It’s so weird!

Dear Bacon –  A gal can only take so much from her man.  Mr. Endless Nagging kept going on and on about such nonsense – I couldn’t take it anymore and lost myself in the moment.  I don’t think he will bother me for a while – do you?  Signed That’ll Teach You

Dear That’ll Teach You – Heck woman – it taught me not to nag you – snorts with piggy laughter.  Whatever happened to if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all?  Cause, trust me your man needs to learn that little tidbit of information.  And hey – you got a great right by the looks of it.



Posted by on February 21, 2017 in Bacon, Dear Bacon


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Happy Presidents Day

No offense my friends.  I couldn’t help not sharing this today – so appropriate and out of the mouth of innocent babes – snorts.



Posted by on February 20, 2017 in Bacon


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