my girl is so lucky

Sometimes Mean Sister Fig and I can't wait until my girl gets done washing her face and brushing her teeth to fall asleep. And on nights like that (okay, every night) when she comes in, this is what she sees. We like to get the bed all warm and ready for her....

my summer days:

I love sleeping in the warm sun....

masculine aria

I just realized this is my 285th post and I have never shared my singing with you! That's probably because I don't do it very often, but every once in a while it just comes out. As you'll see, Mean Sister Fig does not appreciate my beautiful (and yes, VERY HIGH) voice, but just ignore her. My girl starts it out, and then I take over. Enjoy! (And turn down your volume.)

I'm all clean

Here are some pictures from the car ride home from the prison grooming shop:





My girl wants to know why they called me a "feisty little thing" because I'm usually pretty laid back and don't make a fuss. But I'm not telling her what I did or why they came up with that name.

this is above beyond what is called for!

As a punishment for the following crime:

(making the pee-pee on Leah's bed)

I am being TAKEN TO PRISON!!!!! I have to go to the maximum securities prison to get my sparse hairs washed and my tender little nails cut on Tuesday!!!!! This is CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT!!!!!!!!!!

most glorious, stupendous, spectacular present ever

OHMYDOG I couldn't WAIT to for my girl to get home from work yesterday because look what came in the mail for me:


It was a package from Stanislaw and his mom!!!!! I wanted my girl to stop taking pictures so I could SEE WHAT WAS INSIDE!


My nasty face did the trick and she began the unveiling! I had some difficulty, as you will see. I actually didn't quite know how it was supposed to work, but with the help of my girl we got it accomplished.


Stan knows how to flatter a man - look at my important title on the card!


I was hoping for a side of beef, since he IS the master feaster, but alas, there was not any raw meat stuffed in there. However, there was a PICTURE of some meat, which was almost just as good! He even drew my attention to it. Mmmm.... yummy!


AND LOOK AT WHAT HE SENT ME!!! Notice how I SMELLED him (and Big Pupi too) on it....


IT IS A SWEATER!!! A HOME-MADE SWEATER STAN'S MOM MADE ESPECIALLY FOR ME BECAUSE BOTH STAN AND I LIVE IN FRIGID TEMPERATURES AND HE WANTED TO HELP ME STAY WARM IN THE SNOWY COLD! JUST LOOK AT IT!


Now for this next video I need to offer an explanation in advance. If you noticed in the last video I kept looking to the side; that was because Petra was in the other room and was not allowed in because I was opening my present and she would have barged in and ruined it for me. She was mad that she was excluded and therefore began whining and crying and chirping back there. I didn't know what was going on and wondered it something was amiss, so in this video I wanted my girl to hold me and reassure me everything was okay. So while I might not look like I am excited about putting on my gift, please believe that I was... I was just concerned at the same time.


And this morning I jumped for joy when my girl pulled it out. I jumped and twirled and bounced and ran around because I was so excited! I LOVE IT!!! I'm going to post a bunch of pictures of me in it because it looks so handsome on me and it is so warm and cuddly and fits so PERFECTLY (which is difficult for my clothing) and it is my favorite present ever in the history of my life and maybe even the life of my girl too.












In that last one I was waxing poetic through song about the wonderousness of my new sweater. I think maybe my favorite part is the high neck - it keeps my long naked neck extra warm in the cold. I've never had a turtle-neck sweater before, but Stan's mom should patent that for dogs! But did you notice something EXTRA special about it?!?!?!?!?!?! Look at this close-up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Did you see it?! THERE ARE CARROTS AND LETTER "T" ON THERE FOR MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHMYDOG I LOVE CARROTS AND THE LETTER T IS THE BEGINNING OF MY NAME - TADPOLE POMEGRANATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stan and his mom are the BESTEST BESTEST BESTEST in the whole world!

I will leave you with a video of me doing my most favorite thing in the world with my new most favorite present in the whole world: Cuddling on my girl's lap, licking the air repeatedly for no apparent reason, and looking handsome and manly and warm in my new sweater. There is NO WAY THAT LIFE CAN GET BETTER THAN THIS, FOLKS:


Stanislaw and Stan's mom: Thank you from the bottom of my heart. This is the most perfect present EVER! I love it!

surprise

Well something drastic has happened, and I had nothing to do with it, but I am the LUCKY RECIPIENT of it! It's a secret, so you'll have to wait until tomorrow (when my girl gets the pictures loaded), but it's awesome!

booooring

We have been doing NOTHING over here.... My girl says she hasn't felt well in a long time, but that is no excuse. However, it has made for some nice one-on-one cuddle/snuggle time.



Hope things liven up soon, or something drastic may happen. If it does, I am saying in advance that I had NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.

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.