Airedale Terrier

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Me and My Shadow

Me and My Shadow

Don’t I look so full-on Airedale-ian here?  It’s funny, sometimes I look at myself in the mirror (yes, I really do this), and see a puppy.  A strong, handsome Airedale puppy to be sure, but still a baby.  I have a lot to learn about […]

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Snowy Self Help

Snowy Self Help

And they said it would only snow a little. This snow thing is AMAZING.  It lets me slip and slide all over the yard as I run at top speed.  AND YOU CAN EAT IT TOO! Got me completely worn out.  Completely.  My fuzz was […]

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Oops I Did It Again

Oops I Did It Again

Went out for a walk… And crapped on the grass… OH BABY, BABY Love, Otto Fizz

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The Poopurtunity

The Poopurtunity

Tonight we went for a walkie.  Nothing remarkable about that, we have gone for a walkie every night since I’ve been here in Pittsburgh with mum.  But this one was different.  We have been taking our evening walkies in the park – truly delightful – […]

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The Artist

The Artist

I am ALWAYS perfecting my craft.  Don’t let anyone tell you that your art is meaningless.  For example, this fine Cheez It box that I have just personalized.  Why yes, I did steal it off of the counter and quickly empty it of it’s delicious, […]

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The Local Herd

The Local Herd

HOLY CRAPAMOLE. Mum and I went for our normal evening walkie on Schenley Oval, and what is that in the distance?  Is it a bunch of dogs?  Is it a group of toddlers playing soccer?  NO – it’s 10 deer! I have seen deer around […]

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Golden Boy

Golden Boy

Ain’t I purdy?  The black-and-tan goes golden.  Our fine Airedale fuzz does look awfully nice when kissed by the sun on a park excursion. Love, Otto Fizz

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Not Guilty

Not Guilty

WOULD THIS FACE LIE? I don’t know how that yarn got here.  I mean, someone may have fished it out of the trash, but it wasn’t me.  Ask the cats.  Cats love yarn.  They’re famous for it.  And we have 4 of them here.  So […]

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Lunch Time!

Lunch Time!

Packing a lunch every day makes sense.  And cents.  Each morning I watch as mum makes herself a lunch in her purple kitty lunch bag.  I admire her in saving some money (that she can then spend on dog treats).  She has her priorities straight. […]

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Spinning Yarns

Spinning Yarns

Who me?  Little, ol’ me?  Would I have stolen your yarn, mum?  I seem to remember you saying something about not liking this particular yarn.  It is a tough grouping of colors – pinks, white, and tan – in a ho-hum acrylic.  So actually I […]

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