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



Blue Steel

My parents made me pose for some photos tonight and I decided to cooperate. I know that's not really in my nature, but I figured if I was good I would get some treats. Score! This is my "Blue Steel" pose:

 

How do I look? Tough? I'm just being patient until I can eat those little munchkin shoes...they look delicious.

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

Happy Birthday, Aunt Sarah!

It's my Aunt Sarah's birthday today...she's OLD. At least that's what my Mom says. Here is a video of her trying to teach me to sit like my cousin, Peyton. I'm a wee little bully here, but I was trying. Thanks for loving me, even though I'm a spoiled pup. :)

xo,
Tank

Mean Dog Mommy

Seriously, my Mom keeps posting these photos of me sleeping and she claims that I've spent the last three years sleeping? I beg to differ...I'm fairly certain that I wasn't sleeping while she was dressing me in ridiculous outfits? What is this shit?

This is some purple sparkly shit that she was raving about, while making tutu dresses. I'm a dude - not a princess.

Or what about this? Oh, you think Aunt Sarah's pink unicorn wig looks good on me? How's about I go pee on your laundry?

 

Your sunglasses and scarf on me...oh, so funny!? Let me return the favor by eating them. Does that make you laugh? Didn't think so, Mom!



 



I think she may have sent this out as an Easter card. Pink. Flipping. Bunny. Ears. Super mean, right?

And Christmas-time? Torture, pure torture!

Okay...I may have been sleeping in one instance, but that doesn't give her the right to dress me up! And she wonders why I eat her shoes and pee on her clothes. Sheesh.

Of course, there is one outfit I like. My girlfriend, Lisa, from across the street made me this awesome sweater for winter walking. She even cut out a pee-hole for me. At least she likes me - she even takes me walking while my lame parents are at work.

Thanks, Lisa!!

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?