Airedale Terrier

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Mmmm… FAGE

Mmmm… FAGE

Oh what is this heavenly treat that comes in a giant tub… that is scooped out into spoonfuls of happiness that make my taste buds just tingle?  That which I do not wish to share with the cats who also inhabit my home, despite their […]

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So This Happened

So This Happened

Well, well, well.  Mum thought that by hiding that oh-so-delicious yarn in a bag all the way at the very top of a precarious pile of random stuff that I couldn’t find it.  Because yarn is the BOMB.  You can do so many things with […]

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Perfecting the Airedale Sleeping Position

Perfecting the Airedale Sleeping Position

It took me a little while to feel comfortable enough to sleep like this.  This, for the uninitiated, is the Traditional Airedale Sleeping Position #1 (there are many).  It requires a level of trust, comfort, and complete exhaustion to be able to sleep like this.  […]

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JAWS, The Pretzel

JAWS, The Pretzel

So… pretzels are DELICIOUS.  I have already managed to snag a piece of one by giving mum “the” eye.  Crunchy and very satisfying.  But this one was, well, different.  Still crunchy, still satisfying, but far more fun to throw into the air with wild abandon.  […]

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Homage to Bogart Handsome Devil

Homage to Bogart Handsome Devil

I hear that Bogart Handsome Devil was a helluva Dale. He was mum’s previous Airedale Terrier, who sadly passed away in December.  I never got to know him personally, but I kind of feel like I do.  He’s all around me – literally.  I smell him […]

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The Great Area Rug Collector

The Great Area Rug Collector

So I’ve been here for two weeks now.  I see no reason why I cannot put m personal stamp on our decor, you know, add a few things, shred a few things, destroy a few things.  Rearrange when necessary. The area rugs vex me.  I […]

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Terrier Tude

Terrier Tude

I am a terrier.  An Airedale Terrier.  King of Terriers.  So I retain the right to occasionally always have my way. If I want to sit on the sofa, I do so.  If I want to bring my toys onto the sofa, I do so.  […]

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Holy Shit

Holy Shit

One week.  Seven days.  The trials and tribulations of housebreaking.  Yeah, I’m not completely getting it – exactly why do I have to run outside in the snow to poo?  When I have a nice, toasty, area rug inside?  And sometimes, a lovely weewee pad […]

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Making Friends

Making Friends

So mama decided that I need to start making some friends.  Something about “socializing” me.  Well that’s fine.  Off to the park to see who’s out and about. This is Molly.  She’s awesome.  Likes to play with me, likes to tease me, likes to make […]

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Fizz.  Otto Fizz.

Fizz. Otto Fizz.

It’s official.  After starting with a list of 30 (!) potential names for me, and then getting a ton of suggestions from her friends on Facebook, mama had to make a big decision.  What to call a pup like myself?  Luckily she was smart enough […]

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