Tongue Out Tuesday – Words Hurt

Sherlock blogging today.

Fudge my life! Last night we were hanging out at bed time waiting for Momma Mim to do this weird thing humans do with getting ready to sleep. [If they would just turn in a circle for four or five times, lay down, and close their eyes, it would go a lot faster.] Shasta had grabbed my spot right beside Momma Mim and was shamelessly hogging all the attention. I looked and saw Momma Mim’s fingers in Shasta’s mouth.

Ah ha! Finally Momma Mim was wondering why Shasta didn’t have a lovely long tongue like mine and was digging around to see what the problem was. I stuck out my tongue so MM would have a good example to judge by.

finger in mouth

Shasta seemed to be kind of gnawing on MM’s finger and MM was talking to her in a baby voice – surely to keep Shasta from freaking on her lack of stellar tongue.  MM rubbed Shasta’s nose and her fingers when back in Shasta’s mouth.  Obviously, MM was concerned. I stuck my tongue out even further to assure MM even if Shasta was sub-par, she still had me.

second touge out

Then, MM looked at me and said, “What are you doing silly dog.”  Silly dog? Here I am trying to help and she calls me silly. I was hurt. I needed my favorite fluffy toy. I left.

sherlock leaving

As I left I heard Shasta say, “I got your spot, silly dog. Ha ha ha!” I was tempted to just run away. But then I heard MM get up to wash Shasta’s nasty slobber off her hands(my slobber is like silk and I’m sure she wouldn’t have washed it off,) the treat bag she keeps on her dresser open, and her say, “Night night time Sherlock. Come get a treat. Let’s go night night.” Being the big hearted dog I am, I forgave them both. Plus, when Shasta got up to get her treat, I got my spot back. I may be silly but I am silly smart.

So remember, words may hurt, but it isn’t anything a good bacon flavored treat can’t fix 😉

Tongue Out Tuesday – From This Day Forward You Will Be Called Noodle

Shasta with you today.

Momma Mim tries. And sometimes she gets it right. Other times she really messes up. Take naming her dogs for example. She tagged me properly. When I was a pup and came to live with her, I was a pretty brown and they told her I would be big.  She immediately came up with Mt. Shasta Cola. Mt. Shasta because of my big size; and, Shasta Cola after my color, (I look more like a Shasta Cola after the ice has melted now.)

But she missed the mark when it came to naming Sherlock.  If Sherlock ever makes you look at his papers – boring – you will see a whole bunch of names. But the call name Momma Mim gave him was Sherlock.  She did this because poodles are suppose to be the second smartest breed, (although you and I know we are the first. Have you ever tried to discuss world peace and curing cancer with a Border Collie? We poodles are obviously much brighter.) The Sherlock from the books was very cleaver too so she though it would fit. She could not have gotten it more wrong. She should have named him Noodle.

This is where we get to our Tongue Out Tuesday picture. Look at this goof ball:

dog goes left

Note how he is going left but his tongue is going right.  And it isn’t just his tongue that is noodley.  In this one his front goes one way and his back end just stays the course:

Legs go one way

If you read our exchange on Westminster, you will perhaps remember the picture I used to show he lacked proper poodle posture. Here he is last night with the same pose in an opposite direction:

noodle the poodle

If that doesn’t look like a piece of spaghetti thrown at random, I don’t know what does.

I will also point out that Noodle doesn’t just describe his bendy ability.  He is also a noodle head if I ever met one.  Look – he thinks he is hiding:

sherlock hiding

Where’s Sherlock? I don’t see Sherlock. Do you see Sherlock? Geeze!!!

So I say this day forward, Sherlock the Standard Poodle just be know as Noodle the Poodle. And it is so.

Tongue Out Tuesday – TV Tastes Better

Shasta writing today.

I know that you have heard that we dogs have a great sense of smell, but Sherlock is convinced he has a great sense of taste too. The coconut head can taste TV. He insists on hanging that long tongue of his out of his mouth every now and then to get the flavor of what he is watching.  I had video of him slowed down from when he was watching the tube. If you watch for a while (around the 1:42 mark,) you will see him wagging that long pink set of taste buds in an attempt to see if his favorite show taste like chicken.

I have tried it without luck although Momma Mim’s cell phone sometimes tastes like chicken – especially if she has just eaten chicken – so I keep trying.  I hate it when Sherlock can do something I can’t. I hope he trips on that darn tongue!

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Tongue Out Tuesday – The Stuff of Legends

Sherlock sharing today.

Me in my Miami

There are many things that earn me the name Super Standard Sherlock – Defender of Poodle-kind. Take my tongue for example.  As you can see from the photo above, it is epic.  My human thinks I have it out so much because it is hot here in Houston, but I am really just showing the world what a fine body part it is. In fact, it is too glorious to be kept hidden in my mouth. So, I share it with my admiring public.

I have heard of this creature called an Ant Eater that is suppose to have a better tongue than I. Let me first say, eating ants is silly. I have eaten a cockroach – was not good – tasted like the rubbish bin.  I have eaten June bugs – not bad – be careful not to get a leg caught in your throat. I have eaten moths – very tasty – wings are a little dry but the flavor is a little “taste like chicken.” But an ant? Why bother. I won’t even waste my time on a cookie crumb that small. So this critter might have a longer tongue than I, but he has questionable taste as to what he does with it.

I will let you judge for yourself as to whether the tongue pictured above is not the best darn licker you have ever seen. And if you want proof, make an appointment with my secretary and bring a jar of peanut butter. I will be happy to prove it in person.

Tongue Out Tuesday – A Rare Shot

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Shasta blogging here today.

Welcome to Tongue Out Tuesday. As everyone knows, dogs cool off by panting. And here in Houston, TX, we have plenty of occasions to need a cool down. This has resulted in a lot of our paparazzi photos having our tongues wagging. I thought I would share some of them on every now and again to show we are not just about the looks. Sherlock and I are poodles of substance and are not afraid to show ourselves at less than lovely times.

Having said that, you need to know that the shot above is a rare one for me.  Unlike those that you will see of Sherlock, my tongue is actually the proper size for my mouth. That boy has a lizard tongue.  Even when I pant, my tongue is still daintily placed in my open mouth.  Sherlock’s is just flapping in the breeze.  I can manage to wrap mine around a Werther’s caramel hard candy when Momma Mim holds it in her fingers for us to taste, but that takes effort.

The other reason I decided to share this pic is that it teaches a valuable lesson. Live slugs are not something you want to put into your mouth. I repeat – do not stick a live slug between your cheek and gum.  Momma Mim ended up wiping slime off my nose, tongue, and chin.  It was not one of my dining high points. I understand humans like them with lots of butter and garlic. I’m down with the butter but garlic is poisonous to us dogs. That means that was first and last slug munch.

Check in for more tongue shots. It will usually be Sherlock but we will be laughing with him – not at him. Maybe.

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