TBT: The Puppy Chronicles – Who Would Want Catfish When They Could Have Dogfish?

Sherlock penning today.

Are you ready to see the very definition of cute? Are you ready to go awwwww to the point you almost pass out?  Are you ready to cry tears of joy because you have feasted your eyes on the most precious video ever? Well, sit down, grab a tissue and watch this video of Momma Mim “fishing” for me:

I know! I know! I was a living doll. I don’t know why people want to watch cats on the internet. Show me a cat that has that much fluffy on-screen presence. Yes, I have seen some cute videos of cats playing with things on strings, but they never added the dust mop cuteness that I did.

And if you just think it is my ego, let me tell you I think this applies to all dog vs cat pictures and videos online.  Grumpy cat has nothing on happy puppy.  The next time you are about to share that LOL Cat picture, just stop and think: would that cat bring you a stick back if you threw it? Would that cat take you for a walk every day just to make sure you stay healthy? Would that cat catch a Frisbee? No. Stop and find a nice pup to share. And if you really want to share love, joy, and fluffy cuteness find and share a poodle!

(PS: this doesn’t mean I still don’t want a cat of my own.  If you see Momma Mim please tell her how much her pets need a pet. Licks and snuggles to you all.)

TBT: The Puppy Chronicles – Just Do It

Sherlock blogging today.

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Don’t fight it. Give into the urge. I was cute as a puppy and I am stunning as a two year old.  You want to buy me things. But you aren’t sure what such a magnificent creature would find worthy as a gift.

I will give you some help.  If it squeaks; it is good.  If it smells like it is dead, rotting, or deep fried; it is good. If it is produced by Oscar Meyer, Spam, or Chicken of the Sea; it is good.  If it bounces and fits in my mouth; it is good.  If it falls into the Rodentia order; it is good. If it has stuffing that I can rip out and spread all over the floor; it is good. If Momma Mim says I can’t have it; it is great.

So go ahead and look at that face and follow your instincts. If you don’t know where I live and can’t give it to me directly, take it to your local animal rescue. The karma will get back to me sooner or later.

TBT: The Puppy Chronicles – Just Because Dad Was Frozen Sperm Doesn’t Mean I’m Cold Blooded.

Sherlock posting today.

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Just look at me – a pup born with swag.  As I sat down to write this blog post and went though the pictures, I couldn’t help but think, “some dogs are just born with it – and I am one.”  And it isn’t just the great DNA from my pedigree: I have that resplendent flare.

I began life thanks to Fed-ex. My father was a Canadian stud (as in male breeding dog and as in being hot stuff.) My mother who lived in Texas was the granddaughter of a Westminster group champion.  They never met. Thanks to dry ice, air freight, and a nice veterinarian, my brother’s and I came to be.  There were eight of us – four white and four black. But much to our breeders dismay, we all had nuts.

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Because so much greatness could not reside in one place, my siblings and I were all sent to live with different humans. I lucked into Momma Mim as mine.  She had two spoos who were rescues from puppy mills, but had lost one six months before I graced her life. The remaining love of her life, Shasta, was one of the biggest darn spoos I had ever seen. The puppy mill had called them Royal Standards but there is no such thing (well, except for me – but I am Royal because of the fact that I am noble, gentle, imperial, kingly, and wellborn.) Naturally Shasta was bummed to see me because she knew the star of the show had arrived on the set. But like everyone else, she couldn’t resist my charm and I grew on her.

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The first months of training my new human was rough. I found the best way to motivate her was with the happy face.

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And that was a no brainer for me.

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Momma Mim was highly excitable at first. She would get in a tizzy about the funnest things like peeing, chewing, and singing loudly – things that come natural to every creature on the planet.  She seemed to need these things to happen at certain times and in certain places.  I have now learned all humans are OCD, and since monkeys are not allowed to have pets, I just adapted to keep things calm.

To keep this post short (there is a novel to be written about my puppy cuteness and poodle cleverness,) I will sum up that things worked out very well for what started in a deep freezer. There is a lot of warmth in my home and heart.

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I will share more puppy stories in the future – we have a lot of TBT’s to come.

TBT: The Puppy Chronicles – The Opera Puppy

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Shasta reporting in today. 

Go ahead and awwwww. I was cute from day one.  (For those of you who will want to buy me a birthday gift in the future, I was born on February 23rd, 2009.)  I was a rescue from a puppy mill in Tennessee but the great people at Poodle Rescue of Houston came and got me and my family to adopted us all out in Houston. I, however, was given a special honor.  I was donated to Houston Grand Opera to help awareness of my puppy mill plight and help the HGO raise some money. They took me to a gala with lots of fancy dressed people. Everyone thought I was so cute and I was so good while everyone took turns holding me. Then I went into the arms of Momma Mim. Here is a picture of our first hug.

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Some magical glue was created at that moment because we have been stuck together ever since. I went to live with MM in a house in Sugar Land, TX that had a great big back yard. I had been warned that humans sometimes didn’t let you in the house, or on the furniture, or in the big comfy bed, but I hit pay dirt with mine. As soon as I had all my ouchy shots, she took me somewhere almost every day. It started my ongoing love affair with the car. If it goes, I go. If I don’t go, I bark my head off to let everyone know how wrong it is to separate me from my wheels.

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I think about how my dog mother and dog father lived in a sad puppy mill. I hope you can look at my cute face and swear on it that you will only buy a dog from a reputable breeder or get it from a rescue group.  You can even find a great full blooded dog like me at a breed specific rescue.  Momma Mim + magic glue + me = BFF’s. I hope you have found, or can find, a wondrous equation for yourself.

 

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