February 27, 2010


Maybe I should have named my little doxie, T.D. for tazmanian devil. Last weekend I bought him a plush, beautiful new bed. He already had one, but I was going to put this new one by my computer desk. Not only was it beautiful, but I got it for a great price!!

I brought it home and T.J. loved it. He rolled around in it. Curled up for a little nap. Rolled around in it some more. I was pleased. So I jumped on my computer to do some work. About 10 minutes later, my grandson Jordan came running to me telling me that T.J. had torn up his new bed. I walked out to the living room and I swear it looked like I had blue snowballs all over the living room floor!! He had ripped out the bottom of the bed and had pulled out all of the stuffing. I was dumbfounded! How could he have done so much destruction so fast? He's gotta be part Tazmanian Devil.

February 26, 2010


T.J. mourning his loss

Poor little T.J. He had the unfortunate luck to start marking his territory. Plus he was wetting on people. He'd just hike his leg up and wet on someone. Unacceptable! Gotta get this problem nipped in the bud. So off we went to the SPCA to get T.J. fixed. He was a brave little boy even though he didn't feel good the first day. He received extra loving for going through such a traumatic experience. The next day, he was feeling much better. Can you see the tear running down his face in the picture? He's such a dramatic fella.

February 23, 2010


Jordan and T.J. on the couch taking a nap

I thought it would be nice to have my Mom, daughter and two grandsons help me pick a name for my new puppy. BIG MISTAKE!!! It was two hours of crying and temper tantrums from my oldest grandson. All of this over picking a name. Feelings were hurt because I didn't like certain names. Mom had her favorite names as did my daughter. The baby didn't have too much to offer since he was only 3 years old. But the oldest grandson went online to pick out names. He took everything so personally.

Finally, I had reached my limit and declared that I would pick out the name. More tears came. "I know you're going to call him Fritzie" my oldest grandson choked out between his tears and frustration. Good grief!! They went to bed which gave me some much needed relief from the tension.

Finally, I had it! He would be named T.J. after my grandsons. The "T" for Tyler and the "J" for Jordan. I ran it by my Mom and daughter. They loved it and so did I. I told my grandsons the next morning. More feelings were hurt. Tyler didn't want his brother's initial to be part of the dog's name. He wanted the dog to be named entirely after him. Oh boy, that did it. I'd had enough. After a stern talking to, he was perfectly happy with the dog being called T.J. Thank goodness!!! I was ready to pull my hair out!!!