Showing posts with label Tanner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tanner. Show all posts

Monday, June 04, 2012

Mr. T - It's a slow news day. LOL

One of my favorite subjects is our grandpuppy, Tanner. I affectionately call him Mr. T. He thinks he's a American Pit Bull - all 15 lbs. of him.

Mr. T. owns the house, owns the yard, owns the surrounding yards.  NOT.  But he thinks he does. 

When he's not here in puppy daycare, he's at home with Mommy Krista where he owns the house, owns the yard, and  owns the surrounding yards.  NOT.  But he thinks he does.

We haven't been able to convince him that the world is not his oyster and we wouldn't have it any other way.  Why?  Well, because he is the absolute BEST alarm system in the world.  If it moves, making any out of place noise at all, he owns it. YES.  

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Adventures in Tannerland

Early morning appointments for annual checkups of our Sears appliances are always an all day event.  So far, we have had the radial armsaw man, the treadmill man, the washer/dryer man, and the microwave man here, with the refrigerator man now on his way. 

These male visitors are always a great disturbance for Tanner so to save our sanity from his frenzied barking, I was out the door early this morning.
Biene called earlier and since she was in town for her once every three weeks volunteer stint at the music department (she inspired me to start doing the same thing a couple of weeks ago), our first stop was the music building.

Someone must have told a little birdie that a special little guy was on his way over because the red carpet had been laid out for us.  Tanner liked this symbol of respect so much, he sniffed his way all the way down the "aisle".  Even the ducks didn't divert his attention, though with due credit to the local Mallards, they were smart and got out of his way.
Tanner extended his territory this morning with a visit later to Starbucks. Clement weather invited us to sit outside and he greeted his public with the proper amount of aloofness.  By the time we got home, he was tuckered out and calmly accepted the presence of strangers in the house.  Sanity was kept intact and his adventure was complete.