happy holidays, one and all

Merry Christmas, everyone! I am a little late, but I've been busy! Here is a photo montage of Christmas Eve and morning.


I KNEW one of these should be for me... and Petra found the one!


Ohmydog - it's a SANTA CLAUS STUFFIE!


And LOOK WHO tried to steal if from me? But I wouldn't let it go.


But then I got tired and stole lots of snuggle-cuddles from peoples.


The Boy, Massah-in-law, my girl, and the list goes on....


I saw some CARROTS on the counter in this one!





Well, lookie here. Motch got all three of us in ONE photo, looking at the camera! Woot!


And you will NOT believe this one!!! Some human child got in MY CRATE and stole MY BONE!!! And on Christmas Eve, too!!! I'll have to explain this one later....

cruel and unusual

I was going to make a post about how it is NOT TRUE that I leave "puddles and droppings" around the house and am therefore banished to my jail whenever people leave. I also was going to say that any "bad tricks" that Petra is learning are NOT FROM ME. However, something else came up that I need to complain about. Guess how cold it is here.

30? no....

20? no....

10? no....

IT IS NEGATIVE TWENTY FIVE DEGREES BELOW ZERO HERE! Windchill wise, that is. Look at what my poor little feetsies have to subject themselves to at 5:45 in the morning!


This is what my girl sees when she tries to get me to go out there. Sure, I may peek out at her with one eye, but I AM NOT THAT STUPID, MASSAH!


But then she makes me get up and drags me out there. When we come back in we both look like this - frozen blue from the COLD!


I am just going back under the covers.

I'm BAAAAACK!

My little tiny auntie started posting again and now so must I... else I be left behind!

(Actually, she's not little tiny any more - HA! She is a PUDGY POT PIE!!! Although she's already lost one pound since we moved in... I have that effect on other dogs apparently - Fig's lost almost 10 pounds since I came into her life!)

But as you've probably heard, we are ALL at Motchie's house for the moment. I think it's GRRRRREAT! My girl isn't nearly as excited to move back home as Fig and I are, for some reason. Oh well. We will probably be here until after the new year, until we hear if Massah will stay at the prison she works at now or if she will transfer to a different one. I think we should stay right here with Motch and P.A. and Petra and Massah-in-law and The Boy FOREVER AND EVER AMEN! Yes. But that's all I really have right now. So I'll leave you with some pictures. This collection is entitled "Poley and Friends" and was collected on Thanksgiving 2009.


"Sibling Rivalry Takes A Break"




"What Does NO TURKEY Mean?




"See My Tongue"




"Beautiful, Innocent, Masculine Angel of Light"

I can't wait to catch up with everyone! :-)

news of me

Just wanted to let everyone know that I am okay (and Fig and Petra too) and we are just in a transition phase right now, apparently. I've heard rumblings about moving and changes and such, so I am waiting patiently until everything calms down and we can hopefully get back to blogging (soon!). Massah-in-law has also been putting things in boxes and getting stuff together, so I don't know what's going to happen with her either - no one tells me anything! But here's a picture of us together (from today).



Hope to talk to you soon!

qui est'il?

I am on a roll with my posts - THREE in one week! So I'm going to keep going, even though I have nothing to say, really. But I'm going to play Ike's "How'd you get your name?" game. Here's the newest picture of me, though. Taken approximately 120 seconds ago:

Now. Tadpole Pomegranate. My girl wasn't planning on getting a dog when she first saw me. But once she saw my adorable, sweet, innocent, endearing face she couldn't say no. Actually, it was probably the urine-soaked house and pitch black basement that swayed her judgement, but whatever. Now, she carries a list of possible doggin names around in her head at all times (apparently she must be prepared in case a nameless pup stops her on the side of the road and asks for her assistance in choosing a moniker) and once we were in the car she started going through them. Evidently I wasn't a Pea Pod (that was - and still is - her favorite). Or a Belly. Or a Butter. Or any of the others (which were mostly girl names - she never considered getting a boy... she didn't want to deal with the hanging stuff). And then TADPOLE came out. *shrug* I'm sure it didn't have anything to do with the fact that I was pale, skinny, naked, pointy, and wiggly/wormy. When Motch saw me, she came up with Pomegranate. If my girl would have thought of that in the car before she named me, I probably would be Pomegranate. But it was TOO LATE. I was Tadpole. Tadpole Pomegranate. AKA the Little Naked Chinese Man. AKA Taddy-wack. AKA T-Pole. AKA Poley. And numerous others. As I leave you, please enjoy the out-takes of my photo shoot today (titles under the photos):


"pfffthbbllaaaaaah"

"frightening eye"

"all scrunched up and nowhere to look"


"seduction"


"nostrils"

passing it on

Remember this mess, I mean my SCENE OF BEAUTY?


Well guess who took lessons?!


It's my lovely little Aunt Petra! And boy does she learn quickly! We went over to visit her today because Motch and P.A. are gone, and look what we found!


Alas, it wasn't the cotton-y shredability of tampons, but it sure looked fun!


She of course showed a broken spirit and contrite heart and apologized profusely. In her own way.


Can you see her honest remorse?


We even took a video of her showing her sorrow for her destruction, just in case Motch doesn't believe her:


Take it from me: She will never do this again.


Truly. She is sorry.

VERY SAD POST - IT MADE MY GIRL CRY! (but he is okay)

BRITAN'S UGLIEST DOG ATTACKED




Police in Cambridgeshire are appealing for information after Mugly - who won the Britain's Ugliest Dog title in 2005 - was apparently set upon by a gang.

The Shitzu-Chinese Crested cross was rescued by a passer-by who chased off the thugs, who were allegedly seen hitting it with a stick and kicking and punching it.

The local lady recognised the practically hairless cat-sized dog from missing posters that owner Bev Nicholson, 46, had put up in the neighbourhood in Peterborough, Cambs.

He had escaped from a ground-floor window at home on Thursday and was missing.

"They had pulled out a little tuft of hair he had on his neck," said Mrs Nicholson. "It was the only hair he had and they even managed to take off one of his eyebrows. I can't even work out how they would have done that.

"It's not like people carry scissors or a shaver around with them."

Mrs Nicholson, who has four children and is a support worker for dwarf actors, added: "I was worried sick about him.

"He'd never gone missing before and you worry about letting him out because of what he looks like and the fact he's so friendly.

"You just can't think why these people would do such a horrible thing. Part of me thinks they might not have even realised that he was a dog because of him having no hair so they just bullied him.

"It's horrible because he loves people so much he probably thought it was just a game and all they were interested in was hurting him.

"He was really shaken and cowered in to me when he got back to me. He was swollen and bruised around his face and rear end."

Adela Navarro, a local vet, said: "He had a few cuts and was bruised and a little shaken up."


I don't know what's sweeter/sadder/most cute - that his mom works as a support worker for dwarf actors, that "he probably thought it was just a game," or the fact that they pulled out "the only hair he had." WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!?!?!?!?!? It makes me sick to my stomach. Show some love to us nakedies!

Contemporary Art 101

OMD - look what my girl found when she came home tonight!!!


She was speechless with admiration.


This took me all day to complete, and I am very proud.


I unwrapped and dissected them by the table, in my girl's room, in leah's room, in front of the fireplace, and right here on my bed by the door. I like to look out the window and shred the cotton at the same time.


Can you hear how impressed she is?!


I may look a little guilty, but believe you me, I am PROUD of myself!


I think Fig was a little more cautious in her expectations of my girl's approval....


But all in all I think it turned out well!

my shame....

It has been so long since I've posted anything, my girl almost forgot how to sign in!!! Can you believe it?! I can... she's not always the driest match in the matchbox (see what I mean - what does that even MEAN?). She has not taken any pictures of me for about 6 months, but I will try to appease your voracious appetites for my manliness with my latest photos:



OMD!!!!! I don't have any photos to share!!!!!


I am SOOOOO embarrassed....

my sister, my hero

Tomorrow is The Boy's birthday (the big 2-4!) but we're celebrating tonight. And by "celebrating" I mean everyone is eating delicious grilled meat, fresh fruit, and delectable cake EXCEPT US. But, ladies and gentleman, this is how to take advantage of the situation in front of you.


Impressed? Watch and learn....


Isn't she the best?! I was so amazed that I couldn't even join in; I just stood and observed her genious. Next time, though, I'm DIVING IN TOO!!!

tadpole's pond

I have finally retrieved some of the pictures off the camera and finally got the computer, so I can finally share some of them with you! I will start with my pond, since that is a re-occuring theme in the Googley searches:


I like to go out there and let the wind blow in my hair sometimes.


There are interesting things in my pond, which I will show you later. However, there is also TERROR.



I KNOW!!! That is TADPOLE TERROR, I can tell ya! I can't even show you what it was... it was THAT scary. Many times I just sit back and enjoy from a distance.


stay tuned for more, less terrifying adventures!

hold on....

My dogness - this weekend I spent a lot of time researching for my readers, and I found a lot of interesting stuff (including the fact that there are FISHES in my ponds but I am NOT ALLOWED to eat them!) but alas, our camera isn't working. So I have to ask you to hold on and keep your interest high as we try to figure things out....

have a look-see

Mean Sister Fig was VERY naughty, but nobody is telling her how naughty she is because they are too excited about the fact that she is still ALIVE, apparently. Whatever. That's favortism if you ask me; I bet I would get in trouble anyway. And I was neglected during all that excitement too. I kept jumping up on Massah but she didn't even LOOK at me. BUT. Guess what?! OTHER people were looking for me! These are different ways people found my blog using Google and Yahoo and such:

"tadpole terror"
"tadpole pond care"
"peeing pond boy"
"tadpole food in outside pond"
"tadpole life"
"pond tadpole"

OMDOG! Those searches are all about ponds, and I have a pond in my backyard! And FOOD! I love food! And LIFE! I live a life every day! And peeing! I can do a REALLY good big-boy pee-pee by now! And terror! What is that?! My goodness - there is so much information I have to provide for my public.... I must start researching. By the end of the week I will have answers for all of these! Ya'll come back now, ya hear?




Ending note:
Now I know that Mean Sister Fig was sick and I was worried about her (to a limited extent... my brain is only so big) so don't worry - I was empathetic and compassionate. But it's still nice to know that people are searching the internets to find ME!

I am a good distraction

My girl is still debating what to do about the little Teddy Bear, but she is so distraught that I had to distract her from the dispair. I came up with a good plan to! Here's the evidence:


Well, what do you know... a Cadbury egg!


What's that? It looks like someone stole it off the coffee table and bit a hole in the wrapper and nibbled an entry into the chocolate and then carefully licked all the filling out of it?!


Couldn't be! Because that is NOT a piece of melted chocolate in my beard that Massah took a picture of and drew a circle around.


Okay, fine - but it was SO GOOD and I can't leave it alone now!


But I am handsome! My girl can't be mad because I am so handsome and manly!