Goodbye, Tanker...

It is with great sadness that I post this...it's been very quiet on Tank's blog for a few reasons. Back in July, we became concerned for the safety of the hairless human. Tank was starting to nip at her and we were doing a nanny share at our house with another kiddo. We felt that for the safety of both kiddos, we would have to do something with Tank. He was also peeing on every-single-thing that belonged to the hairless human. We think that the combination of adding a hairless human and moving all of us into a new house shortly after, made things uber confusing for him. After much thought and discussion, we called the breeder that sold Tank to us. She was sad to hear that we would no longer be able to give him the same level of care, but she was happy to take him back. She ended up keeping the sweet boy. Last week she called us - devastated - Tank had liver cancer and would have to be put down. We were stunned and so sad that our first "baby" was so sick.

Back in 2010, el husbando talked me into an english bulldog. I wasn't an animal lover, that's for sure. But - he brought home this wrinkled little 8 week old pup that just made you smile. We had just suffered a miscarriage and we were sad... I will always remember my first "baby" that brought me out of that funk and filled our hearts with lots of love. And I will always be grateful that the hairless human loves animals because of her brother, Tank.

RIP Tanker.

xo,
Dee

I'm too sexy for this rug...

Dudes, where have I been? I've been asking myself the same thing! I've been locked up in a new garage - in a new neighborhood, and I'm not sure I like it. My parents just decided to moved one day. What the heck? I was at my friend Zuri's house playing and her Mom drove me home...to a new home. At first I was a little freaked out...were they getting rid of me or maybe I was headed to a doggy spa? When we arrived the first thing I see is that annoying little hairless human, so I figured out that I was going to be stuck with her...forever. She's always up in my face...apparently she thinks I like big, open-mouth kisses? I just like licking the extra food off of her face, but whatever. So, here's what's been happening while my parents have been turning my life upside down.

Sometimes, Aunt Vicki picks me up and takes me to her house to play with my girlfriend, Zuri. And, she lets me ride in her car...it's a jeep, so that's pretty cool. My parents don't take me anywhere since the hairless human came along - they're not very fun anymore. At Zuri's house, we get to play all day long. We get to chase each other around outside and play with toys. Ever since the hairless human came along I get yelled at for playing with toys. Life isn't fair.


Some days, it's not so bad...the hairless human does something cute and Mommy smiles at both of us. Most days the hairless human just climbs me like a spider monkey and I have to sit still.

 Okay, I guess she's not so bad...

Last, but not least! I might be a supermodel (photo courtesy of Alaska Photography & Design)!

Okay, back to sleeping now. I get to go to Aunt Vicki & Zuri's house tonight - and I need my beauty sleep.

-Tank OUT

The Hairless Human Strikes Again

The hairless human is walking on all fours like me now...well, almost. She can walk on all fours backward, but she hops like a frog frontward. And now she thinks it's funny to head-butt me and grab my collar tags...you know, those ones that keep bringing me back to these ungrateful parents. Here's a video of her thinking it's really funny.

-Tank OUT

It's Almost Spring!

I can't wait for spring - I'm sick of having frozen paws on our walks. Yesterday, was beautiful outside and Mom thought it was really fun to throw the tennis ball down the street for me. I ran after it, but couldn't stand to pick it up because my flat smooshed gorgeous face would scrape the ice. Ouch. And I'm pretty sure the ladies won't dig a scarface...or would they?

Until I can enjoy time outside, I'll have to resort to window sunbathing.



 

All I'm missing is a mankini. Bow-chicka-bow-wow.

 

-Tank - OUT



I'm Going to Be a Big Brother

Dudes, I'm going to be a big brother. My parents are trying to adopt some hairless little humans to bring home. Doesn't that sound ridiculously funny? I almost had a sibling yesterday, but my parents didn't come home with one...so maybe next time. I was kind of pissed that they left me alone - again...so I balled up the rug by the back door so they couldn't get the door open.

Score: Tank - 1 | Humans - 0

At any rate, they're afraid that I'm going to be a jealous little bully...apparently they think I'm spoiled. Say what? But here are some photos of me being super nice to little humans. This is my buddy, Brodie. He says that I'm his #1 BFF. I'm cool with that.

 

My Mom took these photos and she thinks they're soooo cute. Whatever, I'm super manly.

 

 

This is my buddy, Christian...he's Brodie's big brother. Christian has lots of energy and I try to keep up, but my Mom is always slapping me and saying "no jumping!". Whatever...I'm just a pup saying a little hello.
 

 

Here's another photo of me dressed up...with my cousin, Katalina Javelina. You can tell that she's related to my Mom because she has me dressed like a freaking girl. Come on, people!
 

 

Okay, she's kind of sweet...I guess.
 

 

This is Maris, I'm pretty sure she thinks that I'm the cutest thing. 





 

Kamryn totally digs me...how can you resist my delightful face?

 

I'll let you know when my parents bring home a sibling...I'm sure I will be forgotten in the chaos. So, I'll just be over in my pee corner, typing away on my blog. Until then, I'm going to hang out with some more hotties.

-Tank OUT

Fat Dog In A Little Bin...

I shouldn't really call him fat...he's more husky. A husky bulldog - that's rich. The last trip to the vet elicited a "he could stand to lose a few pounds" comment. Apparently 69# and less than a foot tall is a little undesirable. He's short, but he sure is chubby? The funny thing about Tank and his girth, is that he really wants to be in compact spaces. I'm not sure if it's a bully thing and he feels secure...or maybe he doesn't realize that he's that big? He does act like he's a lap dog too...so, maybe?

Here's Tank in the first month we had him...tiny, right. He barely takes up any of the bed. And those wrinkles...do delicious!

Laundry basket...full of clothing. Hold on, let me pee on the laundry, then sleep on it. Yep, he's asleep - sitting up in the laundry basket.

And again...right after a grooming session.

 

Tote full of clothing headed to the basement for storage...hold on, let me pee on this too! Oh, wait...I'm so tired again. 1, 2, 3...out.

Happy Hump Day!

 

Tank Shaming

I get a real kick out of the "dog shaming" photos shared everywhere. Some of them are completely awesome...unless they happen to you, then not so much. Tank does a lot of adorable things, but sometimes they're overshadowed by superbly annoying things. In early puppy-dom, he chewed up two pairs of Danskos, six pairs of heels, and the top of my favorite Anthro boots. The funny thing, is that before Tank, I would've been so irritated by a dog eating my shoes. After Tank, I'm like "oh, shoot...bummer". My family thinks that maybe I might be on "the crack", but apparently Tank can do no wrong. Baloney...if Tanker had a shaming sign, it would look something like this:

No shit...everything. Pillows, dirty laundry, dog beds, blankets, every piece of furniture in the house, on the carpet behind the door, and on top of Mommy while she's sleeping. Yes, that just happened. Here's a "oh, so humble" photo of Tank after he peed on the bed and Mommy had to clean it...and try to dry it out before bedtime. Doesn't he look sorry?

I'm pretty sure I wasn't that mad, mostly just irritated. Especially when he pulls the "hold my hand, I'm sorry" stuff...

As I'm looking through photos of Tanker, I see way too many "oh shit, Tank peed on this" photos. Am I a big, sappy Mom with no discipline? Probably. Hmm...wonder if this is proper training for an actual child?

 

Welcome to Tank's Blog

This is Tank's Mom and I find myself constantly posting photos of Tank (aka Tanker) on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, etc. I'm certain that I've become "that dog owner" that thinks they have the greatest dog EVER! So...I thought I'd just start Tank his own blog. Maybe I can limit the craziness to this blog? We'll see how that works! We purchased Tank from a breeder in the Mat-Su Valley in 2010. I was anti-animal and my husband has always been pro-animal. Life works in some funny ways and after a few weeks of el husbando discussing the wonders of these dogs - I agreed to an english bulldog,

I was playing in a softball tournament the day Tank was to be picked up (yep, I got to choose a name before we got him). Er...actually Tank chose my husband. He was originally called "Little Heart" because of the shape of the brindle on his bum. He was the only pup that kept sleeping when my husband arrived...then he lazily got up and sauntered over to him. They were instantly in love...and Tank has spent the better part of three years sleeping. :)

Here are a couple snapshots of our first day with the eight week old pup that has changed our lives. See...he couldn't even stay awake then!

Stay tuned for the adventures of Tank...I'm sure you'll be entertained! xo