I hope you’ve been good* this year. Tavish Claus has been watching.
Tavish Claus in the house, y’all.
Tavish Claus is Coming to Town
You shouldn’t go out. You better not lie.
You better stay home. I’m telling you why.
Tavish Claus is coming to town.
He’s going to kiss. He’ll be licking you twice.
He’s gonna ask if his dinner you’ll dice.
Tavish Claus is coming to town.
He sees you when you’re eating.
He knows when you’ve got cake.
If you’re smart, you’ll share your food,
Or a giant mess he’ll make.
You shouldn’t hold out. His patience you’ll try.
He will refuse to go out, until he’s eaten your fries.
Tavish Claus is coming to town.
*In this context, being “good” means giving your dog lots of food. All the food. So much food. (Tavish Claus thinks with his stomach, obviously… I’m the one who has to think about his waistline. I totally get how Mrs. Claus must feel.)
This month, wordless Wednesdays will be extremely wordy… are you ready for the return of caroldies? They’re something of an annual tradition around these parts…
Make sure to leave out some cookies for Tavish… er, Santa
Bark! the Begging Canines Sing
“Bark!” The begging canines sing
“Glory to yummy dinner things.
We’ll take some of that turkey wild,
And crumbs from yonder messy child.”
Joyful the Dalmatians rise,
When more tidbits fall from the skies.
“It doesn’t matter who’s to blame,
We’ll eat that food ‘fore it can stain.”
Morsels, by every dog adored.
Your every move won’t be ignored.
At dinner time they quickly come,
Hoping that you will give them some.
Patiently they wait to see,
If you’ll indulge their begging plea.
Stealing food will also sell,
If your back is turned as well.
Bark the begging canines sing,
“Glory to the dinner bell’s ring!”
Now, it’s your turn. Share your caroldies in the comments or send me your requests for this year’s caroldy selections!
(While you’re at it, you might as well caption that Tavish as well, right?)
As you may have noticed, things have been pretty quiet around here lately. Or maybe you haven’t noticed, since it has been slow since May (aside from that stint in August), and you have given up on visiting.
I have to admit – I like to think that you still check back here from time to time, hoping to see some new content. I won’t flatter myself by thinking that’s actually true. However, if you have stuck around and are reading this post… I’m glad to see you. Thanks for not giving up on the blog while I spent some time figuring out how to navigate the changes of my life. (Paging Stevie Nicks. I’m obviously going to spend the next few minutes serenading Tavish with some sweet Fleetwood Mac tunes before I finish this post. I’m sure he wishes that I would not.)
Anyway, it’s December, I think it’s time I give this whole blogging thing another shot. After all, if I don’t get this thing up and running again, what will I do with all of the caroldies that get stuck in my head during the holidays? What will I do with all of the Tavish pictures that populate my phone? Who will pretend to enjoy (or at least tolerate) my punny pet names? How will I convince you to check out that long-gestating webcomic that I’ve got in the works once I finally hit publish?
I might start slow, but bear with me. I can at least promise you some of this adorable little guy along the way:
You need to get something back, Ma? Here’s my back!
Next time, I’ll even convince him to face the camera… I hope.
Anyway, consider this my attempt to channel Stella and find my missing groove. (I can only hope that my journey also involves a trip to a tropical island.)
Before we dive into today’s links, a quick plug if you live in the northern Virginia/DC area… this Saturday (the 27th), Friends of Homeless Animals (giver of Tavish) is hosting its annual Barktoberfest. Stop by for pet contests, music, food, drinks, fun, puppies, kittens, and more… check it out!
Now… let’s do this.
First up, your punny pet names: Rawr-iska Hartigay (star of Paw & Order: SVMew) and Ace Hentura (bird detective, obviously).
I need a detective (pet or otherwise) to help me solve these mysteries. Anyone?
Is your dog the Hooch to your Turner? Take this quiz and find out which fictional duo you and your pet are most like. (My result? Apparently tiny Tavish is a giant St. Bernard at heart, and I’m a nerdy adolescent boy. Who knew?)
Holy crap, you guys. Agatha Christie’s first dog looked like Tavish. Doggelganger alert!
(I realize that the “holy crap” portion of that sentence might not accurately capture your reaction, but I promise you that was mine. My mom loved Agatha Christie, so I have a soft spot for all things A.C.)
Anyway, check it out:
Fascinating, yes? Authors are kind of like rock stars to me, so I loved that video on many levels.
Lately, I’ve been working out at home. (I purchased the Insanity workout, which has so far been true to its name.) Tavish seems to think that this is very interesting. He follows me to the basement and hangs out nearby, waiting for his moment to strike.
You see, Tavish thinks that when I’m stretching or on the floor is the perfect time for me to multitask and pet him. I’m going to try to get it on camera at some point, but until then, please enjoy this substitute video of someone else’s dogs making the most of workout time. (These two are bolder than Tavish. He waits patiently for the optimal time to make his move, and he’s never shown an interest in biting my ponytail.)
Those dogs seem like good sports. Tavish would never consent to being lifted in the air like that. He is not the biggest fan of being Sky Tavish (our name for it), unless it’s a necessary evil to elevator him onto the bed.
Do you work out at home? Does your dog try to join you?
Tavish, in his illustrious career, has sent one email. However, he made it count.
The hubs was working from home. He was on the couch with his laptop. Demanding attention, Tavish marched over to the laptop and walked on the keyboard. He replied to an email with one character – a single, perfect question mark.
Needless to say, the recipient of the “?” email was a tad confused, and then the hubs had to explain that Tavish sent it, not him. I guess this is the modern equivalent of the dog eating your homework? (Listen, don’t be mad at me. My dog sent that email.)
Do your dogs walk on the keyboard when you’re trying to type?