TTTT (Tibetan Terrier Tips & Trix)

My friends, 

I found this shirt on my girl's fan page. One of her followers posted it there (http://www.instagir.com/tag/tibetanterriershirts).

It's basically a "how-to guide" for TTs, at least I think that's what it means, looking at those shapes of the TTs perfectly expressing their behavior when they hear (HEAR! not listen to!) a command. 

However, I am absolutely NOT sure what that word "stubborn" means. NEVER heard of it. Must be a hoomin thang. *shrug*

Look:

That's so totally me! I especially favor the blank field. *giggle*

[My mom just said I shouldn't brag... what's THAT supposed to mean now?!? I am the one dictating this blog, am I not!? *tsk*]

But, to be honest, when I think of it hard enough... I do sit from time to time (some treats deserve my attention)... and I do lay down from time to time (when I'm tired, and who wouldn't!?)... and yes, I also do shake from time to time (when I'm wet, of course, and right beside my mom or white walls, preferably, of course).

As far as the other commands go:

- The "come thang"... well. That's really something I haven't perceived as necessary yet. I come when I want to. Isn't that enough!? *sigh* 

- "Fetch"... Excuse me, FETCH?!? If you throw something away, why in the world would I go get it back for you?!? Sorry. (*thinkingthingsthatmymomwon'ttype*)

-  "Rolling over" is: NOT. FOR. REAL. DOGS. It's only for cute, sweet, lovable, endearing, lovely, charming, delightful, adorable... wait.... uuuuhm....errrr..... forget it. *blush*

- The "stay thang"... no comment. Or, wait, yes, I do have a comment. CLICK THIS (hint: if I go there will be trouble... An' if I stay it will be double...)   That says it all from my point of view. *HAR* (as my auntie Brie would say!)

Anyway, I really am a real good doggie, honestly. When I wanna be. Could this picture lie...???

Check us out... 💕

... aren't we just THE dream team?!?

In love...as always...  

In and out

My friends,

Here is what fun my playfriend Patrick provided me with the other week... he is such a nice hoomin, always thinking of my fun and pleasure:

Check me out!

My friends,

Loooook what I can do!

My mom took this cool picture during our Sunday Henk Walk because she was really proud of me having climbed up there like it was nothing. The other dogs didn't get up there, but I thought it was such a fun thing to watch the others from up there! 

My girl Champa was with us, too. 💖 However, she was attacked by this one dog that had attacked me three weeks ago and whom I totally avoid now. No warning, just out of spite. And I stood just next to my lovely girl and couldn't do anything, it happened so quickly! After that incident, she and I stayed together and didn't play with the others anymore. I hope that dog will be told off in time by his owner the next time. Or I'll call the mean dog "bastard" which will definitely insult him because he is a very proud purebred. *HAR* (as my auntie Brie would say!)

It was a very long walk (unexpectedly so), my mom was quite exhausted afterwards, but I loved it and went on to play with a new buddy at the dog school (a German Shepherd puppy, she is VERY cute, but I think she will kill me when she is all grown, she is sooo wild!).

I was also taught something: tracking! That was really easy, to be honest: they threw a ton of yummy treats on the grass in a circle and I was supposed to find them all. Which of course I did. Within a few minutes I had them all and was praised like I did something extraordinary. I think I would like to do that again!

The best thing that day was the BBQ at Champa's family's house in the evening, though. Us dogs played, the hoomins ate, so we all did what we love best. Yey! 

Will keep you posted...

My friends,

I have new friends! I am so happy! 

A few weeks back, my girl Champa invited me to come with her on a tour with lotsss of other dogs. 

It's a walking tour that takes place every Sunday starting at 11am. It is organized by Henk's boss, Henk is a very cool Rhodesian Ridgeback dude.

The walks usually take about 1,5 to 2 hours (I'm so proud of my mom that she can walk that much, yey!) and take place all around in Münsterland. Sometimes we need to drive a little bit to get to the starting point, sometimes we can walk there. 

Thank goodness my mom took me and we found wonderful new buddies! (Okay, there is one lady who doesn't really like me because I am a bit too wild and jumpy for her taste, but that's fine; she is "older" and I learned to keep my paws off of her, so now we get along just fine!)

If you'd like to check out Henk's website, here it is:
http://www.henk.tomvalk.de/Henkrunden.html

By the way: I found out that Henk considers me a "giant lint" ... and you know what, I think that's a perfect description of me! 

Only Champa and me have LOTS of beautiful hair! It needs to be groomed every day or we mat, and I mean MAT, majorly, big time MAT. My mom needs to brush me every day for 10-15 minutes. If she misses one day, I don't like it because the next time she brushes me it hurts. No wonder, I might say, look at the torture tools she uses for that:

Anyway, I'm glad I have new friends. Champa is still MY girl, though, just so that that's clear. 💗

She is REAL....

My friends,

Let me tell you about my auntie Brie... You know, the one I always quote as saying *HAR*, which is an extremely cool expression that I use a LOT.

Anyway, I always thought she was an imaginary friend of my mom's... BUT SHE IS REAL!!! She came to visit the other week and I totallllly love her! Look, that's us:

Ain't we just like peas in a pod? I very much hope that she'll be back one day. We had so much fun together, I even tried out her bed and she wasn't angry with me. She is the BEST! 

Right now, I'm a tinyyy bit jealous, though.... look who she's with:

That fellow on her shoulder, that's one of those (let's be diplomatic...) interesting creatures called katzzz. His name is Kafka(t). He is my Telegram buddy and provides me with valuable advice on how to establish an amicable relationship with his kind... those katzzz. (Hasn't really worked out yet, though, the katzzz always run like hell when they get a glimpse of tiny ole me, I really don't get it.)

Anyway, I guess, in the end, I'm glad he takes care of MY Brie now. She does need some looking after, you know, so I'm happy for her that Kafka(t) is with her and sees to it that she won't get into too much trouble. 

Spring has arrived...

My friends,

Spring has arrived! Or so my mom told me.... it is a wondrous time when all kinds of new thangs appear in my yard that obviously don't belong there. 

Of course, I diligently took care of them thangs right away. You see, they were popping up one day, and just where I usually dig...a total no-go area for anyone else but lil'ole me! So hey, tough luck, huh. *shrug*

But this is nice: my mom leaves her kitchen door open all day so I can lay outside AND inside....

.... and I can take naps in the sun.....also outside....

.... and inside:

Isn't that just great? My mom doesn't seem to be too happy, though. She sneezes, coughs, can't breathe right, makes all sorts of not-so-beautiful noises... I don't think she likes spring at all. Poor mom. 

But I LOVE IT!  *jumpjump*

Your buddy,