Friday, November 21, 2008

Music To My Ears!

Greetings my fellow furry ones! I have decided to get the Holiday spirit on a roll! So, prepare yourselves my friends! I shall be singing to you!

This shall be sung to the tune of “Deck the Halls” Ahem…

Tuck away clippers and trimmers,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
‘Tis the season to be fluffy,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

May the floors be brown and filthy,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Clumps of dirt between my toesies,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Snacks and treats please fill my belly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Kibble itself is quite nasty,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Stuffies and Squeeks please get ready,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
“Tis the season to be holey,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

I hope that filled your ears with sweets sounds of awesomeness. I only wish you could hear it with my deep yet soothing woofs.

This is the Jolly Mr. T-Bone Beasley signing out! Fa la la la la, la la la la!

Mr. T-Bone Beasley

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Copy C-A-T!

Hello! Did you all like my magic trick?

See, I made you all believe that I disappeared, but here I am!

Muahahahaha! I do a great disappearing act!

Where have I been you ask? Well I’ve been busy! I’ve been busy protecting all of my belongings from the C-A-T-S that I live with!

That’s right! Those things think they are all sneaky and stuff, but they aren’t! I caught on to their sneaky business! Mostly it’s Linus that is trying to take over my identity, but sometimes Satan gets in on the sneekiness as well.

It all started out when Linus decided that he liked the bed that my human keeps in her room. My “bedroom bed” we shall call it!

Then he decided to take over the bed that I keep in the living room. My “living room bed” of course!

Can you believe that he would take over that bed? I mean that’s the bed that I use to commence such activities such as…

Stick inspection…

Working on my Watch Dog skills with my eyes closed (it’s misleading and sneaky, I know…)

He even wanted to take over my crate, which is way too big for him...

So then, Satan tried to take over my black Kong! I was like, “Oh my CRAP Satan, my Kong is bigger than your head! You can’t have it!”

Soon thereafter, the C-A-T-S stopped trying to take over my belongings. Instead they tried to take over my IDENTITY!!! That’s right! They totally want to be me!

Look at Linus trying to copy cat my sleeping skills…

And here he is trying to lap water like I do…

He doesn’t drip water all over the floor quite as well as I do. The dripping of water from my beard is a task that I take very seriously. It’s to keep up my human’s awareness and tests her reflexes. It’s because I love her that I do these things…

Anyway, there wasn’t anything else I could do other than to take over some of their crap! I ate and demolished a couple of their favorite catnip toys. But they don’t know that yet, they just think they are missing…they were small anyway. I’m sure they will find some of the remains in my poop tomorrow…

Then, I took over their play tube!

Once I invaded their territory, the theftage of my identity came to a screetching halt…and I was like, “Booyah C-A-T-S! That will teach you to take over the identity of someone whose nose is bigger than yours! Woot! Woot!”

This is Mr. T-Bone Beasley signing out and reminding you all to watch every move you make, and every step you take ‘cause more than likely, there will be a C-A-T watching you and trying to take over your identity!

Mr. T-Bone Beasley

Friday, October 24, 2008

The Beasley Ottobiography!

Welcome to the Beasley Ottobiography!!!

I don’t even know where to begin! Okay, let me take you back to May of 2007. My human had just graduated from college and decided that it was time that she get herself a dog. She didn’t need to research breeds much being that she already knew an Airedale was the dog for her. See, she spent most of her college career just thinking about me and the awesomeness that I would be!

So anyway, after graduating she started to look up breeders and rescues for Airedales. She quickly became discouraged, she ran into many people who were rude or never even returned her phone calls! Rumor has it that she was willing to fly across the country just to retrieve her own Airedale!

Finally, she ran across the webpage, Thinking that there was some older information on the webpage and no news of a new litter, my human thought it was going to be more of the same. But, she made the call anyway! Thank goodness she did, because she met the nicest and most patient woman who would help my human through the process of ME!!! She informed my human that her girl Greta would be going into heat around August, and she would be bred with a fellow named Porkchop, thus I would be born around the beginning of October. The human realized that while there was a wait, it sounded as if this was going to be a great place to get a puppy from!

Initially, I was to be named Beasley, but after taking a closer look at my dad’s name she realized that I too should be named after meat! Woohoo for meat! She felt that “T-Bone” was appropriate, but she still really liked the name “Beasley.” So what else does my human do than be lazy by combining both names and adding a Mr. as the suffix! So, around the beginning of June, before I was even conceived, I was dubbed “Mr. T-Bone Beasley.”

The human was sooooo excited, so I hear anyway! She was counting down the days that my Mommy Greta would go into heat. Once August came and went, the human realized that this heat my mommy was suppose to go into just wasn’t happening. She called the first human that I ever knew (Sherry [breeder]) like every day. See, my human was annoying before I even came into this world!

While the human was anxious and frustrated she understood why Mommy Greta was waiting to go into heat. See, she’s an Airedale, she’s stubborn…it was only natural that she would be testing my humans patience. She had to check and make sure that my human could handle having one of her babies!

Anyway, I was finally conceived in October and from what I hear my human nearly cried because she was that excited! What a baby…

My birthday was suppose to be Christmas. So my human started getting ready for my arrival. Every week she would make trips to the pet store and get me things that she thought a Mr. T-Bone Beasley would enjoy. I can’t even begin to tell you about all of the collars she had…she even got me a t-shirt that I never wore! It had Mr. T on it with a chalk board that said, “Don’t be a fool, stay in school!”

Anyway, testing my humans patience again, I was late for arrival. My human’s human kept telling her that she thought I would be born on her birthday, which is January 2nd. My human kept telling her human, “no, that’s too late…”

January 3rd my human got the best news since she heard I was conceived. However, there was the good news and unfortunately some bad news. The good news was that I was born, not on January 3rd, but on my humans birthday…January 2nd! My human heard the words from Sherry, “You have your Mr. T-Bone Beasley!” The human was at the grocery store when she heard those words and she nearly dropped some food and tried her best not to scream out of excitement.

After calming down, she asked what the bad news was. And unfortunately Sherry had to share that out of the 11 puppies that were to be born, only 3 of us hefty guys made it. I guess there was some sort of infection and only me, sister Lola and brother Waldo made it.

My human was so thankful that she had me, and to be born on her birthday of all days! Woohoo for me! Anyway, Sherry was the first to introduce me to the flashing box that I am constantly seeing…even in my sleep!

Without further adue, I present to you…ME!!!! (I'm in the blue collar, then in the striped collar)

My human got EVERYTHING ready for me…like everything. She had a crate, water/food dishes, blankets, toys galore and an explosion of collars…

February 19th, 2008 was my humans first day to see me in person…it was a day that I would never forget…

Sherry put me in a crate and loaded me in the car along with Blu the all black Airedale. First of all, I was not prepared for the long car ride to meet my human in Tucson. Second, I REALLY had to poo! While Sherry drove me to my first destination I screamed and I cried because she needed to pull over so I could do my business! I’ve never been one to make a mess in my crate…poo is gross and there is no way I want to be covered in it!!! Sherry ignored my cries and told me that she was on the freeway and she couldn’t pull over, and she begged me to hold on for just a little bit!!

Hold on, I did not…poo I did. I tried my darndest to get that poo outside of my crate! I pushed my butt up against the plastic walls and poo-ed everywhere. Then, I gave Sherry one of my best, most indignant faces…I was mad…

Anways, after that Sherry cleaned me up and I got to meet my human for the first time. She stuck her head in the car, opened my crate…and oh man I was scared! Wouldn’t you be? Two huge hands coming at you with a creepy smiled human trying to grab you?

After she held me for a minute I realized that she was alright. I snuggled her neck and sniffed her real good! After talking to Sherry about feeding and me in general, I was off in the car again…

Here I am on the way to my new home…

Basically, I’m just super adorable and I’m glad that my human waited for me. I enjoy the life of a Mr. T-Bone Beasley!

Mr. T-Bone Beasley

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Squeaker Therapy...


I have returned! Sorry to be absent for so long! For the next few days I will demand that the human assists in the catching up that I must do.

While I was away my human did something just disgusting. I begged that this photo not be posted, but I allowed it to hit the media to serve as a warning to you all. So, quickly, let me post the warning and I will show you the horror that I was put through…

*WARNING: Nosing at ribbons on presents may result in humans chasing you around the house, trying to take pictures of you with the ribbons on your head. Also, comparisons will be made to a woman with a fruit basket on her head. FYI – that doesn’t mean you get to eat any fruit, nor is there any fruit on your head…

Anyway, as many of you may already know through Apache’s Tribe and Willow, my Mommy Greta passed away last Thursday…

My mommy Greta was beautiful and as goofy as I am, if not goofier. Everything good that I have become has been inherited from her. Her mild temper and her love to love is something that just added to the greatness that she is. I couldn’t have asked to come from a better mommy...

Ever since I was a wee little tyke, I loved on my Mommy Greta…her neck was always a nice place to be. I'm sure she loved having me there, too...

She was nothing short of awesome, and she will be greatly missed…

Since things have been so sad around my house, I took it upon myself to initiate some squeaker therapy. I felt that the mood needed to be lifted, and I’m sure Mommy Greta would be proud of my ability to make those humans laugh.

This is Mr. T-Bone Beasley signing out and reminding you all that us four legged humans are awesome! We need to make sure that the humans never forget this, that they adore us forever, and never take for granted everything we do to enrich their lives.


Mr. T-Bone Beasley

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Are You Ready For Some Football!

Woot Woot! I am totally ready for the football season!

Do you see this?

Check it out! I’ve got my new football collar! Noah told me about this awesome place called Needle Nose Apparel! There is this woman who make these awesome collars for all of us furry, four legged folk! I know Faya and Gooberstan have some, too!

My tie dye one that so many of you love came from Needle Nose Apparel.

Basically, I’m just trying to be like Eric…I gotta stay in style!

Anyways, beyond the awesomeness that is my new collar, check this out!
If you go the site you will see that I am the only terrier that is posted amongst some very handsome four legged humans!

I made a deal with my human. I told her that as long as she didn’t put me in any clothes I would wear as many collars as she wanted. But I heard some rumors about a Halloween costume. I think she is taking back on our deal. I’m not quite sure of the repercussions that she will suffer for this tragic event, but I do know that she will suffer…

By the way! I thought I would give you all an update on all of our friends participating in the Holiday Card Exchange! So far we have about 90 participants! Don’t forget that November 10th is the last day to sign up, so don’t forget to remind all your friends to head over to the DWB site and sign up here

This is Mr. T-Bone Beasley signing out and reminding you all to support the Football! I think we would all make some great running backs!

Mr. T-Bone Beasley

Thursday, September 25, 2008



Where have I been?

I have been here…waiting…and waiting some more. I keep trying to tell my human that I NEED to go visit all of you, but she claims “BIZ-EE.” I’ll show her biz-ee. I’ll make so much poop in the yard that she’ll never tell me she’s biz-ee again…

Anyway, I went to work with my human the other day. Apparently, the childrens at my humans work have been asking for me! They say, “Where’s Blease?”, “Where’s Sneeze?”, " Where's Weasley" or “Where’s your Aminal?” First of all, I am not a “Blease” or a “Sneeze” or an “Aminal.” And I for sure know that I'm not a weasel Second of all, childrens that I don’t even know want me! My fame must be spreading!

WooHoo for spreading fame!!!

So, ummmm, yes! I went to be a working four legged human and I was molested by a swarm of childrens. They tried to stick their fingers in any open orifice that my body held. I couldn’t plug my nose, so I got a finger up there. I tried to shut my eyes but some little bugger pulled my eyeball open and his friend stuck his phalange in my eyeball. Then another little gal tried to grab my tongue, for that I licked her in the face really good.

Bite I did not…anoyed I was. Someone went after my tail region like she was a vet with a thermometer or something, so I decided it was time to lay down and protect any open cavities.

Want to know what the best part was? It was having 3 childrens laying on top of me and petting me and giggling. It made me wag my tail and I got to kiss them all! Childrens taste delicious, they don’t wipe their mouths after lunch, so I get left overs! Anway, there was this one boy who used to be terrified of me when I was 55 pounds, and he hasn’t seen me in like 3 months and now that I’m 75 pounds he wasn’t afraid of me at all. He even kissed my schnoz.

Anyway after being loved on by some childrens I got to play with some bubbles that taste and smell like chicken! It was awesome!

And don't forget to sign up for the card exchange! If you haven't done it yet you can check out the details here:

This is Mr. T-Bone Beasley singing out and reminding you all to watch out for the childrens with their dirty phalanges…they may need a good cleaning!


Mr. T-Bone Beasley