Stop the presses!* It has only been two weeks since my last blog, and I’m already back. I mean, i can’t promise I’ll make this a habit, but…
Anyway, today I decided to turn my comic energies in a different direction. I’ve begun to realize that some things I’d classify as bad might look pretty good depending on your point of view. For example:
Honestly, Tavish is pretty psyched when the heating pad makes an appearance for any reason.** He also likes when I’m home sick, because it means he can stay in bed allllll day long.
Anyone else’s dog seem to enjoy – or at least, find a silver lining in – their misery?
*Younger readers, back in the day we had these things called newspapers. They contained our news and were printed on things called presses. So, if you had breaking news you’d have to stop the presses to add it in.
**Yes, the reason here occurs monthly, but it often appears to soothe other aches & pains as well.
I know I’ve been notably light on the caroldies (and the blogging in general) this year, but I couldn’t let the holidays pass without sharing our traditional holiday tip. So, without further ado…
I’m Tavish S. Penguins!
Tavish Holiday Tip #47
This year, do your own thing. Make reindeer part of it. Any questions?
The best part of this year’s card distribution was the conversation with someone who was unfamiliar with the inspiration for this year’s card. He thanked me for the card, mentioned that it was cute, and asked me what was up with the reindeer.
Best day ever.
Also, I’ve got some plans to get back on the blogging wagon in the new year. Although the comic (which I would very much like you to check out) keeps me busy, I’m going to start posting at least a few times a month here. I miss this space… and you, friends.
Okay, I admit it. I’ve been neglecting my first blog child in favor of the new kid on the block. I’m obviously a terrible blog parent who is easily distracted by shiny new toys.
(Seriously, Blog, you know I love you, right? We’ve shared a lot of special memories and have a bond that the new site will never understand. I hope we can move past this bump in the road and adapt to the changes in our relationship. Oh, yeah… I did just link to the new site in my apology. Don’t be mad, Blog. That didn’t mean anything. Total accident. I just want you two to get along.)
Anyway, if you’re still reading (instead of trying to figure out who to contact about the troubling fact that I’m attempting to engage in conversation with my blog) – hey there. How’ve you been? What’s new?
Anyway, my furry boss has informed me that I’m slacking on showcasing his epic amounts of cuteness. So, please consider this a shameless attempt to get back on his good side. This post will be emailed to him along with a shameless bribe gift certificate to the local canine bakery.
Hey, lady – you’re letting my fans down.
I’m going to attempt to make things a little more lively here on my Original Recipe Blog. We’ll start slow, with a couple of posts per month. (Famous last words, right? Pretty sure I’ve said that before…)
Picture it. A seemingly normal house on a quiet street. It could be any neighborhood. It could be your neighborhood. From the outside, it looks serene… but inside, a terrible injustice is taking place. Today, we shine a light on this hidden horror. Continue reading →
I took Tavish to the vet last month. While we were there, he got a nail trim. The vet tech asked me if he runs around a lot of corners, because his nails had worn in a slanted fashion.
I recently took him in for another nail trim, after which I was informed that the nails on one side of his body were also noticeably longer than on the other.
Apparently, my dog spends a lot of time revving himself up and sliding around corners like some sort of Hanna-Barbera cartoon come to life. I still can’t quite figure out why this has made him lopsided, however. We don’t have any one way signs in our house, so he’s free to take corners from any and all directions, after all.
Oh, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t leave this here, given recent events:
Tavish joined our family almost three years ago. In that time, I’ve never had to actually give him a bath… until last week.
Generally, Tavish goes to the groomer and just requires some freshening up between appointments. I’ve always been pretty content with this arrangement, especially because the little dude is scared of water. I had no desire to be the one inflicting aquatic torture on him.
Sadly, our streak has been broken. Last Monday, he managed to find something to roll in, which resulted in his first journey to the guest bathtub (a location that Bella visited many times in the past).
That brings us to Thursday morning…
Dog day bath-ternoon… er, morning.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, I think I just wrote a (relatively short) novel. I’m obviously living my best life before 6 AM, y’all.
Have no fear – this story has a happy ending. The offending stinky stuff has been removed. It was larger than Tavish, and its source remains unclear. I guess this means we’re leaving the door open for a sequel.
(I decided this week that it’s time to get back into the blogging groove. Seriously. I know I’ve said this before… but this time, I’m going to try to ease in by setting a manageable goal for myself. I’m going to start with at least one new post per week. Here’s hoping it works… we shall see!)