If you are owned by an Airedale Terrier, this is pretty much a daily occurrence for you. If you aren’t – what’s wrong with you – you probably just see a blur. A black and tan blur. But nay, this is not just a blurry photo […]
Mister Mole is my nemesis. He taunts me with his little twitchy nose and quick movements. Come out, come out, wherever you are. Or I’m happy to come in. I am a terrier, after all. Going to ground is what I was born to do. […]
Walking with people other than mum, that is. Mum is pretty much my whole world. We’ve become quite an impressive team – me doing whatever the hell I want, and she figuring out how to make us ever-so-slightly socially acceptable. We walk every day, twice […]
Ruh roh. Time to go to the grooming place again. I guess that my nails have been getting a little long, a pawdicure might be in order, but this goes right to one of my biggest fears – BUILDINGS AND PEOPLE. But we’re going back […]
Today I become a (young) man. Until this day, I was wearing – with intense pride – the tag of mum’s last Airedale Terrier, the one, the only, the man, the myth, the legend, Bogart Handsome Devil. It made sense – the contact information was […]
What are YOU afraid of? I arrived here in Pittsburgh afraid of pretty much everything. And boy do I mean everything. I wouldn’t even let my poop fly (I had perfected the art of holding it with my tucked tail – that takes effort and […]
Despite my protestations, each weekend we spend one morning at a pet store. Sounds good, you say. I understand. But I’m not like other dogs. While the world is slowly growing on me, I’m still scared of a lot of things. And one of the […]
“Ooo, see the heart, Otto! GO STAND NEXT TO IT I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE”. That’s what I heard mum say. So I moved over a few steps, and was coincidentally standing right next to it. She was hoping for my face, but what […]
