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Ask Aunt Foley in 3D

Dear Aunt Foley: I know you normally don’t answer humans’ questions but I need your help. I was a happily confirmed bachelor. I played trumpet in a band and I enjoyed bowling. Then I met a wonderful woman and her cute dog and I fell in love. I soon asked her to be my wife. Everything was wonderful. I even taught her how to bowl. She did OK her first couple of times, but now she has beaten me three times in a row. Now Foley, I love my fiancee and her dog but I was very proud of my bowling. What should I do? Romey’s Dad Dear Romey’s Dad: I had to do some research on human relations and I have found out your problem. Your bowling is off because your ball is larger than it was before you became engaged. I read in the New England Journal of Medicine that once a man puts a ring on it shared recreational activity slows down and a man’s balls grow larger. After he has been married a few years it may get better because according to my research “after several years of marriage

Is Foley a Dumba? A Foley and Pocket Text Conversation

Pocket: Foley, I talked with Mommy and there is something we need to discuss. Foley: I have told you to stop texting me. Pocket: I know but I am afraid if I have this conversation with you in person you will nip me. Foley: Well hurry up. I am in the middle of a game of Paws With Words with Logan. Pocket: Mommy, Daddy and I think you have become a Dumba. Foley: Are you calling me dumb? Pocket: No. You know what a Rumba is? Foley: It’s one of those freaky little spaceships things that clean the floor. Pocket: Well Mommy and me think you’re the dog version of that. Foley: What is the supposed to mean? Pocket: Because you spend half the night licking the floors. Foley: Oh that is not true. Pocket: It is Foley. You have a lick addiction. Foley: I do not! Pocket: After we go out for our 9:00 PM pee you begin to lick the entire house. You start on the kitchen floor, then you move to the living room rug and hardwood floor. Foley: Oh that is an

Per Hattie Mae, We are the March 25, 2012 Pup of the Week

Usually we do not take any outside suggestions for Pup of the Week. But this week Hattie Mae sent us this suggestion, and when it is Hattie Mae, well, you have to give in to her or your will get a nasty nip in the butt. So here is what Hattie Mae sent us. Although we don't feel we are worthy here is Hattie's Mae blogging on why we should be Pups of the Week By Hattie Mae: We all tend to take things, or furiends, for granted. Never giving a second thought to efforts and time devoted to making sure we all feel safe, happy and loved. When things got crazy over at that other realm, some of us fled, others were tossed out of the gates without so much as a tribunal to hear their case. We were lost and missing our true furiends. We wandered the streets, confused, hungry and lonely. Little did we know that two small, but powerful forces, were at work finding a safe house for us. Foley and Pocket. They sniffed around and found just the spot. The rent was cheap, the ne

Grandpaw in need of prayers

Our grandpaw, our Daddy’s Daddy, the man who purchased Daddy’s first dog, Barney, whose diary we sometimes read from (a diary is what dogs wrote in before the Big Giant Dog created the blog), and who has come over every Tuesday for dinner, providing the basis for my book “Tuesdays with Edgar” (my grandpaw, for those who have not read the story before, is responsible for Daddy having the name Edgar, because, while Daddy’s Mommy was being wheeled away to have her litter, his Daddy yelled to her to name him “anything but Edgar” and, because of a squeaky wheel, all she heard was Edgar) is in the hospital and we don’t know when he’ll be released and give me my next chapter of my Tuesdays book. I should point out that the recent circumstances surrounding his medical condition has caused me, personally, lap time, and, even worse, bed snuggle time, as my pawrents have spent long nights at the hospital, not returning home until the high numbers of the single digits. But since Mommy and Dadd

The Doggyspace Drinking Game

Our blogs is growing in popularity but Pocket, my marketing representative ,has told me that we are not attracting the all important 18-24 group. Pocket has done intensive research on this group and she has found they are interested in two activities: Getting drunk and falling down. To capture this all important group we introduce the Tanner Brigade Drinking Game. For the uninitiated a drinking game is when you take a drink when something happens during a movie. For example in Marley and Me you drink whenever someone says Marly. In the Doggyspace Drinking Game you take a drink when the following happens: When Tommy Tunes does a wonderful portrait of a pup: Take a drink. When you get something wonderful from Hannah Banana: Take a drink.and buy one for her. When Lil Guy posts and adorable picture: Take a drink and post a picture of you doing it. When the Min Pin Gang post a blog about their conversation with the owners about getting the new server working: Take a drink

The Tanner Brigade Drinking Game

Our blogs is growing in popularity but Pocket, my marketing representative ,has told me that we are not attracting the all important 18-24 group. Pocket has done intensive research on this group and she has found they are interested in two activities: Getting drunk and falling down. To capture this all important group we introduce the Tanner Brigade Drinking Game. For the uninitiated a drinking game is when you take a drink when something happens during a movie. For example in Marley and Me you drink whenever someone says Marly. In the Tanner Brigade Drinking Game you take a drink when the following happens: When Hattie Mae poses in a new fashion: Take a drink. When Hobo Hudson has problems with his work force: Take a drink. When Sandy, Nikki and Maggie get visited by their neighboring dog: Take a drink. When Romey’s Mom beats his Dad at bowling: Take a drink. When Copernicus gets to go somewhere none of us would be allowed: Take a drink. When Molly Mayhem runs

Leo is our March 18, 2012 Pup of the Week

One of the reasons I ran up to my Mom and picked her out to be my human is that I knew she was going to need a lot of comfort and nursing in the coming years. I was right, of course. Two knee replacements, foot surgery, wrist surgery, and breast cancer. At times I thought I had bit of more than I could chew, but no, I chewed it up just fine, and took excellent care of my Mom, nursing her to health each time. When she had physical therapy Pocket and I jumped right in to help. She had to do several leg lifting exercises and I was right there on her thigh to add resistance. When she had to hold her leg up in the air for a certain amount of time Pocket would slip under it to make sure she got some extra torture. Recently I got contacted by one of my favorite boys: Leo. He told me his Mom has some nasty shoulder problems. This has been going on for awhile. She had all sorts of scans and tests. Finally they told her that she had a frozen shoulder. Oh boy. I love frozen shoul

For Tommy Tunes

I’m writing this blog ‘cause it fits in well With the thoughts I’m having I can’t pretend there’s not love here In these things I’m saying But I love Tunes Tommy Tunes I love Tunes And if you know Tunes You’d love him too You’d love him too You’d love him too I never get tired of having to say "Thank you so much Tommy" When I look into his eyes I see all the love And the friendship he offers But I love Tunes Tommy Tunes I love Tunes And if you know Tunes You love him too (love him too) You love him too (love him too) You love him too (love him too) You love him too I’ve got a lot of pictures on my wall All of them created by Tommy and Dad I have a brand new one to unfurl Loving T Tunes, his Dad and Freddie Girl (Loving T Tunes, his Dad and Freddie Girl) Loving T Tunes, his Dad and Freddie Girl (Loving T Tunes, his Dad and Freddie Girl) Yeah, loving T Tunes, his Dad and Freddie Girl (Loving T Tunes, his Dad and Freddie Girl) I’m writing

Foley calls for a beach for dogs

This strangely warm (for us in the Northeast) winter is coming to an end and a young dog’s heart turns to thoughts of the summer. Lying in the warm sun. Chasing those pesky tree rats. Chasing waves at the beach. Oh wait, strike that last one. No chasing waves at the beach. As soon as the temperature rises and humans begin flocking to the beach like lemmings signs get pounded into the sand that say no dogs allowed. Why are we banned from the beaches? Are we going to ugly up the beach? Have you seen some of the ugly on the beach? Now how can we be worse for the beach than that? And when did this ban begin? We have evidence of dogs being allowed on beaches in in 70’s. In one of my parents favorite movies, Jaws, there is a dog on the beach with the humans. The dog’s name is Pippet. He gets eaten by a shark while fetching a stick. That is why I prefer the Godfather. Lots of dead humans, no dead dogs. The fear, of course, is the we will leave waste product on the beach. But, in a

Hattie Mae is our March 11, 2012 pup of the week with special mentions for Hans and Remington

I hope you know that Pocket and I love you all equally. But, as in all packs, pups become closer to some pups than others. Among those we are closest to is Hattie Mae. I think all pups would agree they are closest to Hattie Mae too. I know each of us is special and unique in our own way but I don’t think there is either a more special or unique dog than our Hattie Mae. There are hundreds of ways she makes us smile, through her warm heart, her wonderful style, her sly sense of humor. Hattie Mae makes us all want to be better dogs. So today, when we wandered into the Brigade and found out she was sick it was a cold slap to our muzzle. Hattie Mae sick? Oh my gosh, this cant be happening. She is the glue that holds us all together. We think of Hattie as our diva but she is a Jack Russell at heart. And Jack Russells need to play. Yesterday she had her big friend Taylor and they played until she was exhausted. But after playing Hattie womited, and then she cried out in pain

Foley, Pocket and their friend Brody discuss the best spot to get table scraps

  Foley Monster:   On Saturday night we had our sister Kim and our brother Chad with their children, ages 11. 6 and 10 months to our house to eat.  When you have a large group of guests, especially when they are young, and food is served, it is guaranteed that food will fall to the floor.  Now, when you’re a single dog, you can just lazily scan the perimeter licking droppings.  But when there are more than one dog you need to stake your claim to an area under the table and protect it.  Pocket and I have different strategies to getting the most food.   Pocket:   My plan is simple.  Find the youngest member of the party and park my booty under their chair.  The younger the better.  On this night it would be Calvin, our ten month old nephew.  Young children are like dogs.  They don’t want something on their plate, they just nose it off, or use their paws, whatever is most useful.  Nobody can make it rain like a baby.  Sometimes you can’t even keep it up.  Under the baby i

A scared, wet black dog is our March 4, 2012 Pup of the Week

We are here to honor a wet, scared dog who lives next door to our friends Sandy, Maggie and Nikki and their wonderful parents. On Friday their home got attacked by the weather demons.  Rain fell in vicious, skin cutting sheets.  Lightning lit up the sky so constantly a minor league baseball game could have been played without a single light bulb..  The wind howled with such intensity that earth bound squirrels took flight.  Hail slammed to the ground like Angry Birds gone mad.  The moon held water and the clouds swirled towards the ground looking to create a destructive path unconcerned with life, limb or property.  The only thing pups and parents could do was to get to the low ground and pray.  Sandy, Maggie, Nikki and their parents were doing exactly that when they noticed their neighbors, who live in a camper, hightailing it out of their wheeled abode.  Then they noticed the fleeing family’s pup abandoned, ch

Best in show? I say no

Pocket and I have watched the Westminster Kennel Club Dog show over and over and we have to tell you, we don’t get it.  When they line up those dogs for best in breed every dog looks exactly the same.  Where do we celebrate our individuality? Pocket and I are in the Toy Group.  We are not happy about this.  We are not toys.  We are street smart, tough, small dogs.    If you pick us up do we squeak?  Well, OK, we do, but that is besides the point.  Do children fall in love with us instantly and want to play with us?  OK, that’s another yes.  When we sit very still in the window do people mistake us for fluffy toys?  Well, yes, true.  Maybe you can change it to the Rugged Toy Group. Here are the breed characteristics for us Yorkies” Overall To be best in show I would have to have long hair.  Sorry Ringo.  This isn’t for me.  I don’t want to get my long snarls brushed every day.  And gosh knows what I would pick up on my walk.  And when I vick, how do I keep the hair