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Hannah Banana is our February 27, 2011 pup of the week

Today, February 27,  our good friend Hannah Banana took part in the third day of the International Cluster of Dogs Show.  First of all I do not know what a cluster of dogs is, never mind one from every country in the world, but that is the task our friend Hannah is facing this weekend.  And she is being very successful. Hannah started out like gangbusters scoring 182 out of 200 and qualifying in the first leg to the title in Novice A Obendience event, finishing fourth.  That's our girl Hannah.  During the second leg on Saturday Hannah improved to the final round upping her score to 185.  If she had completed her third leg on Sunday she would have been given a Companion Dog title.  Mommy said she saw on her Mom's Facebook page that things may not have worked out as well as possible on Sunday, but that's Hannah's story to tell.  But to all of us here there is no greater companion then Hannah Banana.   And she is our pup of the week, not just because she is a show d

I do not like loud high pitched noises Pocket I am

It all started one morning.  Everything was perfectly normal.  Then one of those white circular blinking orbs on the wall began to make this sound:  beeeeeep (pause) beeeeep (pause) beeeeep (pause) beeeeep (pause.)  I did not like this noise at all, and I climbed up high on the couch to get away from it. Daddy bravely took the orb off the wall and cracked it's chest to get to it's heart.  He then removed it's beepers so the offensive noise was silenced.  Good job Daddy.  But killing the beast was not good enough.  Being the kind soul he is he had to try and revive it. I was sure I had a DNR for that blasted thing and I scrambled through my files trying to find it.  Not that I didn't respect Daddy's ability at resurrecting artificial life, but he has been known to err when replacing beepers.  The next sound, the shrill cry of the artificial life form struggling to come back to life, split my poor little brain. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

We have awarded our Stylish Blogger Award to Silvieon4

It is our great pleasure to announce that we have awarded the Stylish Blogger Award to http://www.silvieon4.com/ Silvie has written more than 2,000 blogs covering every subject from pup adoptions to a cause that is close to my heart, human training.  And I gave her this award before she posted Calliope's dog wedding from Days of Our Lives, a great moment in dog pop culture history.  Silvie is a very pretty lady.  She adopted a very lucky family and made their lives happy and bright.  She is also very photogenic and could be a model.  Her blog is worth peeking at just for the beautiful photos of her.  Her blogs are a wonderful place for information all dogs should know.  And she is the most prolific dog I know.  It is February 22 and she has already posted 53 blogs this month. For all her hard work, for her informative and entertaining blog, and for being one special pup Silvie is our Stylish Blogger Award winner.

Saffron and Sage are our February 20, 2011 pups of the week

So much has been said about the beautiful Jackie Pool by so many that it seems impossible to add more.  Saffron and Sage are our pups of the week, two beautiful dogs, with pure hearts, but instead of me telling you why I will let Jackie's words tell you why. Many of us first met her at Doggyspace, others at Facebook, and some at The Tanner Brigade.  She instantly added so much to the site, and helped us throw one of our biggest bashes, Saffron's wedding to Fella. Her outstanding computer skills and imagination took us to the beautiful ceremony as we watched the happy couple enjoy their first dance.  You can also see the Smile box from their wedding HERE While Saffron's wedding was fun, it was also a diversion, because at the beginning of 2010 Jackie's thoughts were with her sweet boy Sage:  "I had to take him back to the vet this morning. His blood count was worse than it was yesterday. More tests were done and we are pretty sure it's an a

Ask Aunt Foley featuring actual questions from actual dogs

Dear Aunt Foley, For the past few months, I have spent hours upon hours training a little hooman boy to feed me bites of his lunch, snacks or dinner. You should see the things that I have been able to enjoy! Pieces of pot roast, carrots, chicken, fruit…It’s like having the best buffet located in my very own kitchen. Now, my mommy and daddy are telling him to stop! WTF? I have worked to long and hard to get this boy trained. How do I tell him to keep feeding me, and to ignore his parental figures? On another note…how do you potty train a yorkie that pee’s on everything? Sincerely, Growling Tummy Dear Growling Tummy I do not believe your Mommy or Daddy think they are doing anything to you.  They are young parents.  Young parents start to working on controlling their child's lives within a year of their being born.  Of course us pups begin training them right after they are brought home.  That way we get them to feed us.  But then parents start t

The Dogs of Brazil have awarded us the Stylish Blogger Award and Justin Beiber still hasn't won anything

Although Pocket and I consider our meager efforts far from worthy we have been honored by the tremendous writers of the Dogs of Brazil blog , which, if you are not reading every day, you should be, with the Stylish Blogger Award.  While receiving this award from any blogger would have been a thrill, to be recognized by writers who have spent the last two months rescuing and caring for dogs displaced in the biblical floods that have plagued Brazil, to be held in esteem by such warriors, is a thrill beyond compare. We shall be proud to display this badge on our page: Our blog is one of three blogs to whom our Brazilian friends shall grant this award.  It will be our job now to award this to three other blogs.  Unlike most of our decisions, which put us in either great danger or silly peril, we shall take our time so we can make a wise choice. Now we have to list seven facts that you do not know about us.  I, Foley Monster, and Pocket agree that I should handle this task, since I

Pepper and JuJu are our February 13, 2011 pups of the week

Recently our pups of the week Pepper and JuJu lost the must unappreciated members of our families.  The Grandma. Our Grandmas serve the most important function of our lives.  They created our Moms.  Without our Grandmas we would be the dogs who live with the weird, lonely guy in the house surrounded by crab grass. And they love us like they love their grandchildren:  a joy to play with, a treat to spoil, and a pleasure to leave with their children and go back home to their quiet house. Grandmas and puppies have a trait in common regarding our relationships with our Moms and their daughters:  we leave first.  No grandma should ever have to face the horror of losing their child, and no pup should experience the loneliness of losing their Mom.  So that's the deal we and grandparents have with our Moms:  we go first. But that doesn't make it any easier on our Moms.  This week Pepper and JuJu lost their grandmother, as have so many other pups recently, and this weeks r

The first ever video of Pocket playing ball (with Foley cameos)

When I heard of the triple headed scheme (more like hoople headed scheme) that my Daddy and Pocket had cooked up I decided to get under the bed and not come out until night time.  Their plan was to have Pocket try out for the Red Sox (or at least the Furminators) by showing how well she could field, catch, and run after the ball.  And Daddy was going to do a video and post it here.  The only problem was none of those involved could do any of these things.  But that didn't stop Daddy from using the camcorder on his phone and Pocket using, well, whatever Pocket uses, and  trying to make a video.  When I heard them begin filming I decided to come down and take a look.  Which is the only reason, dear reader, to continue on with this post.  For the rare glimpse of the beautiful Foley Monster.  Here is their first attempt, where Daddy tries to throw ground balls to Pocket while capturing it on video.  What you should see is Pocket fielding the ball and giving it back to Daddy.  What you

The first Pocket baseball tryout video (featuring Foley Monster cameos)

When I heard of the triple headed scheme (more like hoople headed scheme) that my Daddy and Pocket had cooked up I decided to get under the bed and not come out until night time.  Their plan was to have Pocket try out for the Red Sox (or at least the Furminators) by showing how well she could field, catch, and run after the ball.  And Daddy was going to do a video and post it here.  The only problem was none of those involved could do any of these things.  But that didn't stop Daddy from using the camcorder on his phone and Pocket using, well, whatever Pocket uses, and  trying to make a video.  When I heard them begin filming I decided to come down and take a look.  Which is the only reason, dear reader, to continue on with this post.  For the rare glimpse of the beautiful Foley Monster.  Here is their first attempt, where Daddy tries to throw ground balls to Pocket while capturing it on video.  What you should see is Pocket fielding the ball and giving it back to Dad

Dear Aunt Foley

Dear Aunt Foley. I am the loving mother of two dogs, one male, one female.  We owned the female first and then we got the male as a companion.  The boy is very low key Shih Tzu.  All he wants to do is lie on my lap all day.  His sister is a playful Golden Retriever but she is also very stubborn, barks constantly, and nips when I try to discipline her.  I am finding I am enjoying my time with my quiet little boy then I am with my playful but stubborn little girl.  By the end of the day I find myself sitting with my little boy at night and yelling at my little girl.  I try to treat them equally but my little girl is driving me crazy.  I talked to my sister and she said I was being a bad dog parent if I wasn't treating them the same.  I would like to love them and treat them the same, what should I do? Conflicted. Dear Conflicted:  I am a little confused about how you could prefer your boy dog over your girl dog.  I know there are some Moms who prefer boy dogs, and there is no

Shadow is our February 6, 2011 of the week

Does any pup keep track of our pups of the week.  I searched Wikipedia but there is no entry for the Tanner Brigade.  How is that possible?  I am curious because I don't remember naming sweet Shadow Pup of the Week.  How is it possible that we haven't named the nicest dog we know Pup of the Week? This week Shadow got a double shot of devastating news.  But in typical Shadow fashion he began his log thinking of others and not himself.  With Shadow other pups always come first. There is also a directness to Shadow that we appreciate.  In one sentence Shadow tells us the following:  His beloved Mom has the dreadful C word.  She found it when she noticed a spot on her skin.  They operated on her and the surgery was a success.  But her Mom had a reaction to the bandages and was in terrible pain.  He said this in about ten words.  Most of us would have spent four blogs on this.  It is a very much what puppies need.  To vent their worry and pain.  But polite, sweet

The Pawnight Show with host Foley Monster and guest Puxatony Phil

*The Pawnight show theme song begins and there is a tracking shot of the dogs in the audience barking and wagging their tails.* Pocket:  Welcome to the Pawnight show with your host Foley Monster.  Tonight's guest is the great prognosticator of spring Puxatony Phil.  With Hobo Hudson and his all mutt orchestra and Miss Hattie Mae on vocals.  I'm Pocket Dog.  And now, here's Foley. *Audience barks and howls.  Curtain opens and Foley steps out and bows.* Foley:  Thank you.  Thank you very much.  Wow.  Some winter huh?  I had to go out to the dog park to do my business if you know what I mean?  *Audience howls*  I was standing in line with an Irish Setter.  She asked if I was waiting for someone and I said yes a pack of Great Danes to melt the snow.  *Audience howls again*  All right.  Tonight we have a very important guest.  One of the most famous animals in the world.  The prognosticator's prognosticator Puxatony Phil. *Audience barks and howls as Phil, a large

If humans won't buy our condo how about dogs?

We have been waiting four months for a human to make an offer on our condo and so far not even a nibble. So once again it is up to me to help out my Mom and Dad.  I think their problem has been their insistence that they need to market our home to other humans.  But this leaves an entire segment of the population out.  I speak, of course, of the pup market. So I would like to show you our home.  Let's start at the entrance. This is what you usually see when you come in the front door.  Two comfy recliners, a little white chair for me, a warm carpet to nap on.  What more can you ask for?  That blur to the right is Pocket chasing the ball.  No wonder she leaks so much, she's barely solid. Now the first thing you should do upon entering the house is to jump on the back of the couch to see what is going on outside. This give was an excellent view of what is going on outside.  Anything that creeps into your vision needs