Toesday - Grey Tuxedo Edition

Movin' Slow and Mad at Momma Monday

Check out this guy! He was strolling across our front yard last night. He was the hugest turtle Momma had ever seen outside of a zoo. We think his name is George. We wanted to keep him so we could play with him, but Momma said we couldn't because she didn't know if turtles could still play if their tails fell off. She also didn't think he'd like to play WWE Cage Match or Thundering Herd of Elephants. We thought that at the very least we should have asked him. It's only polite.
Daddy really liked his feets, but we think he might need a manicure like Skeezix.

In other news, Daddy grilled steak last night for dinner. Me and Earl Grey have never had steak before (Titus always gets a bite when they have steak and I don't think it's fair). So I took it upon myself to sample it. First, I stole a piece off of Momma's plate. Momma grabbed it back, but I sort of got carried away and put the bitey on her. And it wasn't my usual lovey bitey. Then when Momma was wiping my spit off her fingers, I swooped in and stole a HUGE piece off Daddy's plate. And I ran! I ran into the laundry room and EG followed me. I growled and growled at him because I wanted to have a second to divide it up for us. But then Momma came running down the hall, so I ran into the bedroom and under the bed. EG followed again and I growled my big mean growl. As soon as Momma came in the bedroom, I took off down the hall again and ran into the bathroom. Momma followed me in there and shut the door. She tried to pull the steak out of my mouth, but I wasn't going to give it up without a fight. Unfortunately, she's had lots of experience pulling stuff out of Titus' mouth, so she did that crappy move she uses on him to make him let go of stuff. It stinks. So I had no choice, but to spit out the steak. The good thing is that Momma was so shocked by what I did that all she could do was laugh. So me and EG still didn't get any steak, but when I was cleaning up after all the excitement, I noticed that my whiskers tasted a little steak-y.

Love, Tazo

PS - Happy Belated Father's Day to all the Daddys, Food Dudes, Mr. Tasty Faces, and Awesome Mans. Hope you all had a great day!

Froot Bat Friday - Speckle-y Kitten Edition

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 12

(This is the very first picture that my Mom and Dad have of me - the lady I lived with at the time took it. I'm about 10 months old here.)

Thirteen Things About My First Five Days at My Forever Home

1. These people came to meet me on February 10, 2001. They were nice enough. Until they put a leash on me and put me in their car. I was askeered. The lady kept talking to me in a really nice voice and making sure I was comfortable and everything. I finally curled up on the backseat and went to sleep. (Day 1)

2. I got really scared and wouldn't come in the house. The lady hooked my leash in the house and left the back door open so I could go in the house if I chose to. While she ran to answer the phone, I slipped my collar and slipped through the fence and ran away. And didn't come back. (Day 1)

3. I ran and ran and ran away from the lady and dude who would become my Mom and Dad. Everytime they got within two feet of me, I took off. They followed me in the car for a while and at one point I was running over 20 mph. Even across a very busy street (twice) - which made the lady real askeered. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. I REPEAT - DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. IT IS VERY DANGEROUS!!! (Day 1)

4. I stayed out all night. The lady and the dude took turns staying up all night just in case I came back into the yard. (Day 1-2)

5. I continued to run and run and run all morning. The lady had a bunch of neighborhood kids helping her spot me, so she was never far away from me. (Day 2)

6. The lady called the lady that I used to live with and she came over and followed me for a couple of hours. Finally, I recognized her voice and jumped in her car. She drove me back to the new lady and the dude's house and hugged me goodbye and hugged the new lady because the dude told her how the lady had been up all night crying and worrying about me. She said she knew I was going to a good home if the lady was that upset. (Day 2)

7. I ate supper and took a nap while the lady and the dude finished blocking off all the spaces in the fence where I could get out. (Day 2)

8. I got a bath and got my paws cleaned up. They were pretty cut up from my night on the town. I was not sure that I was going to like these people. (Day 2)

9. I slept all day. Lots of kisses and ear scratches and treats from the people. I got a brand new collar and ID tag and bed. (Day 3)

10. I got to sniff Shadow (my new sister) and Jazzy (my grandma's dog) through a crack in the door. More ear scratches and treats. (Day 3)

11. I pooped in the basement. And the lady didn't yell or anything. I was pretty embarrassed, but she said it was ok because 1) I picked the basement, and 2) we didn't really have a schedule for me yet. Plus, I was eating new food and sometimes that upsets your tummy at first. (Day 3)

12. I had to go to the V-E-T. They poked me with needles and stuck a thermometer somewhere it didn't belong and gave me some shots. The lady made an appointment for my hooha-ectomy. It sucked. I sniffed Shadow and Jazzy through the door some more. (Day 4)

13. After the V-E-T called the lady and told her that I didn't have any weird diseases, I got to hang out with Shadow and Jazzy for a little while. It went really good. I acted a lot braver when I was with the other dogs. The lady was very happy. I decided that these people were ok, and I've been with them ever since. They're pretty cool. (Day 5)

Way Back Wednesday

This is us on our very first day at our forever home (10/8/2005). We were 10-1/2 weeks old. We spent a lot of time sleeping in the sink during our first couple of months. It was very comfy.

This is a picture of us a few months ago. We are about 1-1/2 years old here. And we're too big to fit in the sink now, so we took over Momma and Daddy's bed in the picture. It is much comfy-er.

Titus Tuesday

Before I found out that Momma didn't really forget about me and leave me outside for hours and hours and hours to fend for myself, I decided that I would do something that would really get her attention. So guess what I did? (Hint: this is something that I'm really good at!) I ate three Clif bars. Wrappers and all. Hahahahahaha! They were sooooo good. Except now I have a bit of a 'tocks problem. Again. So I can't even drop a dookie (hee hee - thanks, Skeezix) without Momma scoping it out and threatening to deliver samples to the V-E-T again. I think I might have a problem. Um, Jeter, not to rush you or anything, but how's that mantra coming? I really need some help with my indiscriminant eating.

In other news, Momma's eyes were leaking because she says just when she thinks she has us outsmarted, we find another way to get into stuff we're not supposed to have. I made sure that I gave her lots of hugs and made the twins promise not to put the bitey on her for the whole night. And guess what? They didn't. She even played rawr with me and the red dot game with the twins.

Suzanne

Rest in peace and love, sweet Suzanne. You are loved and missed.