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Spotlight Thursday – Meet Kinley and Brinley

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:  Kinley and Brinley

Age:  1 year young

Location:  Plano, Texas

Web/Blog Page:  Kinley and Brinley

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? Kinley: OMD, I LOVE you!!!  Can I hug you?  Can I crawl inside you?  Seriously, I just wanna melt into you.     Brinley:  I luvs you too.  Oh, dat charm bracelet sure looks tasty.  Are it edible?  No??  Ok, back to da loving then.

What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home?  Brinley:  I knew I was in my forever home right when I got here and met everyone.  After all, how could they not love a three month old westie pup??  Kinley:  I knew I was in my forever home right when I met my momma.  I just tried to melt right into her – I knew my family was the one.

What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home?   Brinley:  Probably when I got caught chewing up the cabinets in the kitchen.  I was worried da peeps would be upset.  Ok, my momma wasn’t exactly happy about it, but I got forgiven.  Kinley on the other hand, she never thinks she’s done anything wrong, even when she has.   Kinley:  What, me do something wrong??  I don’t think I’ve ever done anything wrong.  I just smile and forget all about it. 

 Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why?  Brinley:  Probably my dad.  He was ready to let me run loose all over the house when I was a baby.  My momma (and Kinley’s momma) nixed that idea – she didn’t want me chewing something I shouldn’t or making messes everywhere.  Kinley:  Well, it would have to be my momma since I don’t got a dad (my momma are Brinley’s momma and daddy’s daughter).  But I has Brinley’s parents wrapped around my lil fluffy paw too – grandparents are great for spoiling you!

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you?  Brinley:  That I’m just a cute little fluffy dog.  People are always saying I’m cute on the walk.  I’m a tough terrier!  Kinley:  I gotta agree with Brinley.  It’s that I’m “cute.”  Even when I growl people, they say I’m cute!  What’s a girl gotta do to prove she’s tough?

 
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Posted by on May 18, 2017 in Spotlight Thursday

 

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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 ADDandSoMuchMORE.com 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!

 
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Posted by on February 23, 2017 in Spotlight Thursday

 

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Bacon’s Show and Tell

Welcome my friends to my Bacon’s Show and Tell.  Today we are discussing embarrassing moments from childhood.  Trust me.  I have a good one to share today.  I thought long and hard and have to tell you about my daddy.  Snorts – yep poor dad. Are you ready for this?  Here we go.

When dad was a small boy – I’m going to say around 6-7 years young, his mom took him shopping with her at a local store.  This store had big tall windows all across the front of the store.  Daddy and his mom was in the store shopping for a long time and finally got to the front registers overlooking the windows.  Daddy told his mom that he needed to go to the bathroom and he was jumping all around – you know like some little boys do.  So his mom told him to go out front and wait for her there.  You know back in the day when you could actually do that with no worries that someone might take your child.

So there daddy was in front of the store and his mom was waiting patiently in line to buy her items.  That’s when it happened.  What do you ask.  Well there were snickers, then rolls of laughter and then came the pointing outside the front window.  You see, there was the cute little boy that was standing outside peeing.  Not just peeing straight into a puddle.  Oh no, that wouldn’t be my daddy.  My daddy was outside peeing on the front windows and making designs with his pee.  Shaking my piggy head.  Yep, his mother was so proud.

His mom quickly paid for her purchases, stomped outside and without missing a beat picked daddy up under her arms and continued to the car.  All the time…. daddy was continuing to pee freely in the air.  Well, he did tell her that he needed to go to the bathroom, right?

 
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Posted by on September 28, 2016 in Bacon

 

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Dear Bacon

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Dear Bacon – I gotta share my most funniest thing in the entire house to do.  Hang off of this magical roll of fluff!  Meows – it’s the bestest!  Have you ever tried this?  Signed Kitty Roll

Dear Kitty Roll – Snorts!  Looks down at my pot belly.  Nope.  Can’t say that I’ve ever done that before in my life.  For some reason, I don’t think this pot belly would allow it.  But you are right about one thing my friend.  That is a magical roll for the humans.  They love it!

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 20140111-200303.jpgDear Bacon – I think everyone should show their colors and heritage.  This is me and my garb.  What do you think?  Signed Scotty

Dear Scotty – Dude, I think you look righteous in your outfit!  In fact, I could say that you rock!  I’ve gotta research my history and see what my ancestry is like.  Of course, whatever I find will look nothing like you.  You are gorgeous!

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Dear Bacon – There we were in the parking lot of the local Petsmart.  Mavis bet me that I wouldn’t go in the store.  Well, I showed her.  I went into the store, said hey to the cashier who gave me a biscuit and left.  Easy as pie.  Okay, maybe not.  Maybe I took more than one cookie and maybe I left a little drizzle from the excitement.  Regardless I’m a bad boy.  Signed Bad Boy

Dear Bad Boy – WOW!  So that was you I heard squealing out of the local Petsmart parking lot.  Next time remember – sometimes one has to look like a regular guy to get away.  No speeding my friend.  You may hurt someone..


 20140111-200325.jpgDear Bacon – I’m the top champion of the hide and go seek series in our area.  I thought I would share this picture that made me top dog.  Signed See Me if You Can

Dear See Me if You Can –  Oh my goodness my friend. You are the world’s best at hide and go seek.  I wonder if you can teach me some of your tricks.  They are awesome!

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Dear Bacon – My humans will get pay back from this outrageously stupid shirt they have placed on me.  I am not fat.  I am fluffy.  There is a difference.  Oh wait – is that food I hear hitting my bowl… gotta walk fast to it.  Talk Later.  Signed Puss in Shirt

Dear Puss in Shirt – Oh my.  Fat – nah.  Fluffy – sure.  Houdini goes through that all of time.  Extra fur well it does make you fluffy.  I see that.  Now you enjoying a little too much food – looks down at my pot belly – I can see that too from my prospective.  All of the time.  I say hey if it’s not broken, there’s no need to fix it.  As far as your human goes, pay back can be made… I’m sure you can come up with something.  A strategically placed fur ball in one’s human shoe comes to mind 🙂

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Posted by on May 26, 2015 in Bacon, Dear Bacon

 

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Freaky Friday Mix Up

Dear Diary,

Something wicked has happened to me. I’m not sure what to think about this. It started out like usual and then it went far left really quick. I’m getting ahead of myself like I normally do so let me start from the beginning. This is what happened:

Yawn and stretch. Hhhmm – eyebrows straight up – that felt different. My stretch was more… well stretchy. Strange. It felt like I had long and fluid legs… not my usual short and stout ones. Maybe I’m losing weight – yeah that has to be it. Opens eyes and looks around my room. What is that insistent chirping noise? It’s coming from beyond the window in my bedroom. I stand up and stretch again. Man, I must be really losing weight. I felt my back, my legs and even my tail stretch on that one. There goes that chirping again. Dude, that’s got to stop.

I walked over to the window and that was another strange thing. My hooves on my bedroom floor didn’t make the regular clickety-clack sound. Strange but okay. I gotta eat some more. I looked up at the window ledge and didn’t think twice before I jumped up on it. WOW – I can jump! Wonder why I never did that before? I looked out the window and spotted those singing creatures outside. Those would so make a wonderful two piece snack. Snap, did I say that? And oh looky – there is Mr. Parson’s furry things. HISS! Double HISS! What in the world?! Where did that come from? Shakes head – things are weird this Friday.

I hear mom in the kitchen and the next thing I knew she was saying, “Frühstück”. I immediately jumped down and went down the hallway. Hey, I’m hungry for some breakfast. I hope she made tuna. I then stopped immediately in my tracks. What?! How did I know German? And tuna for breakfast? Today is strange.

I continued to the kitchen and that’s when weird became super weird. I walked up to mom and swished my body against her legs and bit her ankle. What in the world?! Mom started fussing at me and I started talking back to her. What? I don’t do that. I ate my breakfast and then spied an empty box in the living room. Oh squeal – this is my lucky day! I looked at mom and made one last meow at her and went in the front room jumping in the box. What in the heck just happened? I meowed and jumped in a box. WHAT?! Something is definitely wrong. I ran to my bedroom and looked in the mirror. Blinked several times and shook myself. I must still be dreaming. There is no way this can be real. I’m Tigerlino?! Oh dear, that must have been some bad strawberries I had last night. I can’t be a boy kitty. No way! No wonder I could jump. This can’t be happening. A nap. That’s what I need – a power nap.

So Diary. I thought it was just a dream. All I had to do was go back to sleep and finish this dream. That’s it. I’m a pig. I’m not a cat. No way! So the power nap commenced. I woke up after an hour or so and just *knew* it would be better… so I thought. This is what happened then:

Slowly I started to wake. It felt funny. It didn’t feel like my soft bed. This felt like paper. I looked underneath me and somehow I had fell asleep on the newspapers. Ha – I guess that was my way of keeping on top of the current events. I went to stand and tripped over my two front feet – clumsy me. I stretched and then I was off to look for the ladies room. I found it and chattered until I got some privacy. That’s when I smelled the coffee from mom. She was at the fridge getting some of that delicious evaporated milk for her warm cup. I walked over and pleaded by going in and out of her legs and talking to her until she caved. She fixed me a little bowl and it was pure heaven! The only thing that could have made this better was some strawberry yogurt. Licks lips and starts to clean myself. Oh snap! I didn’t know I could bring my back leg up over my head?! Oh dear heavens – call Circus Soleil – this she kitty has skills!

What? What did I just say?! Oh my, something is very wrong. What is mommy doing now? Oh Himmel! Here comes that monster in the closet. Screech! and runs off to the bedroom to hide under the bed. I’m shaking. I’m scared. That monster in the closet is like a scary movie waiting to happen!

But wait a minute. Why am I hiding under the bed and still speaking German?! I keep repeating to myself, “This can’t be real. This can’t be real.” I slowly crawl out from underneath the bed and look in the mirror. Holy bat kitty – look at that sexy purr thing – wolf whistles. Wait a minute, that sexy purr thing whistled back at me. I move my arm and she moved her arm. Oh no. Oh no. I finally looked down at my feet. Oh.good.Lord. I’m Roxy now? What in the world have we done? What happened?

Diary, I’m trying to remember last night. I remember talking to Tigerlino and Roxy before going to bed. We were talking about how each of us live throughout the day at our homes. Uh-oh… is this Freaky Friday?! I lay down and close my eyes trying to concentrate. When I open them, I’ll be fine. This is just a dream. You know like how when mom sleep walks. Yeah, that’s it. It has to be it. I’m going to count to 10, open my eyes and look down. Everything will be fine. Really. I *just* know it.

OH DEAR HEAVENS – Call Dr. Phil. Call Oprah. Call the Vet. I’m A CAT!?!

 
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Posted by on May 30, 2014 in Bacon

 

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