Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's day! In honor of green I thought I would get in the spirit and show you my festive eyes! Ooooo I'm like the Leprechaun of Airedales! And yes, I am still balding...

Anyway, today started off great. I slept in until 7 am and at that time I took my morning poo, then ate some breakfast. After nibbling on my human for a bit she decided it was time for a long walk! We even got to take a new route! Oh man! You wouldn't believe all the great smells that awaited me around each and every new corner!

I ran into some bushes and had to show them who was boss, I don't want them thinking that they can just sneak attack me whenever they want...so I got them first Muahahahahahahahahahaah! See, I got them, but I walked away so they thought the attack was over, but I wanted them to know that I was serious and meant business, so I came back and got them again! It was GLORIOUS!

One thing I'm confused about right now is poop. Yes, poop...well poop that isn't mine. See, I thought all two legged humans followed us four legged humans around to pick up our poop and cherish it throughout the walk while it was in a baggy. Apparently, that is not the case for everyone!

Sometimes I just want to stop and smell the flowers, oh wait! But no!!! I can't because there is a huge turd laying right next to it! And it's not even mine! If it were mine I would at least know to stay clear of it because of it's high potent smell, thus, I could move on to another flower.

Then, I went running through our grassy field and had to quickly test my reflexes and dodge another fat dump that a very LARGE dog must have left. I don't know...maybe others have good intentions of fertilizing the ground so that more flowers can grow there, but I don't want to smell any flowers that have the scent of butt.

Even my Uncle Frisco has two legged humans that carry around little blue bags to pick his poo up! By the way, meet my Uncle Frisco! He is a 12 year old Welsh Terrier with lots of personality. It took a little bit of time, but we bonded...he loves me, though he may never say it out loud! But I do love him! He has a great Schnoz...I inspire to woft the air just as he does!

Oh well, Viva la poo, I guess! Woohoo for a nap on St. Patricks Day!

Howl at you later!

Mr. T-Bone Beasley

The Crate...

Welcome to my crate! This is my second bed. The house is my first bed, this is my second bed, and I have a 3rd crate, which my human calls my mobile home (its what I sleep in when I'm refueling while she is working).

Anyway, this is the biggest crate out there right now and it consists of four blankets, Larry the Lobster, a bone, ball of ropes and a soft furry mat like thing. Let me make this clear right now...I only like to be in here when I CHOOSE to be in here. I do not like to be left in here, at all! My human tends to leave sometimes and leaves me in it! Can you believe it! She leaves me!

What I don't undestand is why she can't at least leave me to rule the house and all of the contents in it. I bless everything that comes in contact with my teeth (I don't think humans understand this concept). Let me show you times when I may CHOOSE to be in my crate...

So, I can't decide...do I love the crate or do I hate the crate. Well, I guess the way I can leave it right now is that we have a love - hate relationship. I love to be in it (when I want to be in it) and the crate hates me when I have to be in it (good thing it's pretty durable).

I must go and find a piece of earth that is worthy of my poo! More later!

Slurp!

Mr. T-Bone Beasley

I did it!

Hello! I am Mr. T-Bone Beasley, and I just did it! I just started my very own Blog! It's about time...I have so much to say, and so many adventures to tell about.

First things, first. I was born January 2nd, 2008. I have the same birthday as my human! My biological mother's name is Greta, and my dog father's name is Porkchop. Originally, my name was suppose to be soley Beasley, however, after my human heard about my dog fathers name, she found it appropriate to add the T-Bone. The "Mr." has been added because once I grow my mohawk, I will be Mr. T, I've already got a gold chain. I was born in a wonderful kennel called Ten Killer Airedales (tenkillerairedales.com), where I have a brother named Waldo and a sister named Lolita. However, I'm the cutest of the three.

On February 19th, 2008 my human whisked me away to Arizona, and I was brave because I never cried. It took some time to train my human, however, she is starting to get used to me and all of my needs. At nine weeks old I taught her to give me a treat when I sat and laid down. How simple is she. Anyway, I have to walk her at least 5 times a day, I don't want her getting fat, she's a lot of work to pull around!

While out on my walks I'm saving the world. I'm saving everyone from the dead dry leaves that roll in the wind. I protect the two and four legged humans from those poky sticks that hide in bushes, ready to attack innocent bystanders at any moment. It's exhausting, really...I have to nap at least 4 times a day, just to get up enough strength to protect all of you out there. I have provided a video of myself guarding the neighborhood, I have such a great swishy butt!

Life is pretty good. I love to eat, but mostly, I love to chew. I am now 10 weeks old and not yet close to losing my teeth, so fingers and toes are so very awesome to me! I play this game with my human where I grab her fingers or toes and she says a few choice words, then pulls away. Then I attack again! It's so much fun! Recently, I have found some other things like bones, pig hooves and ropes to chew on, so my humans phalanges are getting a bit of a rest.

Anyway, thanks for allowing me to introduce myself! There will be more later!