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Tanner Shows Off
his Pouty Look
A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do, ya know? Can you help me figure out how to get into this new contraption she calls the Litter-Robot? Xena says if it is really a robot it might come after me, but I'm tough. I won't back down. Hopefully it isn't too scary looking. Hmmmm......
I really need your help. Can you check out this new contraption over at All Things Dog Blog and let me in on any secrets that might help. Pleeeeeze!
Hello fellow canines,
First of all, happy birthday, Oliver, ol' chap (Oliver sounds like a name that should be followed by a nice British, "ol' chap."). Anyhow, listen, Tanner, my secret for getting the goods is to get them on my walks! Yes, there's no litter box in my world, but I've gotten really good at pretending I'm sniffing for my spot to go, and then, bam!, instead I take the yummy and run! I also sometimes pretend I want to play with another dog and as soon as Lauressa loosens the leash to let me greet, bam!, I run off and dig up a hidden treasure. I think she's onto me, though, and she's threatened to bring that sour apple stuff on the walk. She hates toting that around, but she says I've left her no choice. I get a squirt in the mouth after indulging--kind of ruins the fun. Uusually, though, if she catches me early enough with a "leave it," I remember that it's better to get her treats than the dirty one anyhow. Good luck. And come visit me at pharaohhoundflash.com to see how my training's going.
Hi Flash! One of these days we should meet up at the dog park and have a good run. Today Oliver and I biked with mom. Now we're pooped. Birthday parties, bike rides and dog parks. Whew! I'm a happy boy! ~Tanner
My humans put up a gate blocking the room where the cat box is (I call it the buffet). The cats can get in but I can't. I feel your pain.
You guys are awesome....I really needed this moral support.
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