Tootles Speaks

What's it like going from shelter dog to spoiled rotten housepet? Read on and you'll know!

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Location: Mount Gilead, Ohio, United States

Monday, April 11, 2011

My 6th Gotcha Day!

Can you believe it's been six years? Half a lifetime!

Monday, July 06, 2009

Crystal Does Her Chore

Just because I learned to wash dishes, now the Queen has to show me up. Humph.

That's me flittering back and forth in front of the camera. The one WITHOUT a bowl in my mouth!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

I learn to wash dishes

Went to visit the cracker lady again. We do that quite a bit. Nice up there. And I'm learning a new job. Dishwashing! First, you have to patiently wait for the human to dirty the dish. The red dog gave up and took a nap. I almost did, but kept one eye on the dish.

Ah, here we go. Good stuff in there. All I have to do is get at it. Hmm. Let's see. No, the nose definitely doesn't fit.

OK, maybe the answer is to chew your way in.

Nope, that didn't work. Wait--I think I've got it--YES!

Sunday, April 15, 2007

My 2nd Gotcha Day

We went to see the Cracker Lady for my second Gotcha Day. I got lots of crackers and a bully stick and got to hang out all day with the human beans. Didn't get locked up and left alone at all! That was the best part. Mom was kind of cranky because of the white stuff coming down out of the sky. She really doesn't like it. I don't like it either--it's cold and wet! I do what she has convinced me I must do outside as fast as I can and then I go right back into the warm house where there are soft things to lie on and always the hope of another cracker or bullystick

The picture? That's me and my sis on Dog Mountain. I'm the one with the longer tail. She got short changed.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Another Visit with the Fat Guy

Apparently, this is something Mom likes us to do from time to time. I'm the one on the far left, looking right into the camera. I think you can see what I think of the whole idea! Oh well, Mom's getting a kick out of this, I guess I'll go along with it. It's not much to do for a warm bed and two squares a day plus all the treats I can cadge. Not to mention the occasional adventure to places where I can run and run and run and run.Posted by Picasa

The red dog got cookies from the fat guy. I don't know what's so special about him. I can do a sit-up too. Just 'cause I don't put my paws up like he does....I still do the hard part! I think it's something about his being fuzzy. Human beens are kind of strange when it comes to fuzziness. They think it's cute.

There are more pictures of our visit with the fat guy here. Enjoy, and happy howlidays to all!

Thursday, December 07, 2006

I'm a grandma!

Well...I could be! The gray one in the picture came from the same shelter as me and I had had babies when I arrived there and she's about half my age. She might be one of my babies. Isn't she beautiful?

Her people decided to take her to the shelter when she was about to have babies of her own. They left her tied up outside all the time and the neighbor's collie came visiting her when she was feeling very lonely. Could be lots of other boys came to visit her too--you get really lonely when you're in that special mood, and you're just sooo glad to see any boys who come visiting!

Anyway, a nice lady volunteered to take care of this gray one (she calls her Tiki, Mom said) while she had her babies so that she wouldn't have to have them in the shelter. When they're old enough, they'll go back to the shelter to find their own homes and Tiki will be up for adoption too. If anyone who's reading this might be interested, please contact Mom by writing a comment and she'll set you up!

Saturday, November 11, 2006


We went some fun places before it got cold and the days got so short. First we got in the wheelie thing and waited just a little bit and then we got out and Mom turned us loose and we ran and ran and ran and played with other gray ones! The red fuzzy one really stood out. Everyone else looked like me and Queen Crystal. There was a pond and lots of good food smells but they kept the good stuff up above nose level, darn it. I got a few tastes of people food though. It was so good. I wish I was a people and could eat like them all the time. Don't get me wrong, I love my kibbles, but boy--people food! Yum!

Then, after a bunch more regular days, we got in the wheelie thing again and waited a little bit longer time and when we got out we were at this place where there were lots and lots of huge dogs with long legs, long tails, long noses, long fur--long everything! Really skinny, too. Some of them snarked at us but mostly they were okay. They had a great collection of bones that they didn't mind me chewing on. We stayed there two sleeps and then we got in the wheelie thing again and this time, we waited a long, long time. Mom let us out one time to pee and get a drink and then it was back in the wheelie thing and more waiting! Good thing I'm a good sleeper.

When we finally got out of the wheelie thing, we were at a new place with no other dogs. Mom took all of our stuff in one big room with a huge bed--enough for her and the three of us and then some! Here's a picture of us on the huge bed. We needed it after the next day, because she took us to a place she called Dog Mountain. I know what a dog is--that's me! I'm not sure what a mountain is but if it's this place, I like it. We got to run for a long time. The picture of me and the red fuzzy one is after we'd been running a long time. That's why we look sort of pooped. We were! But it sure was fun.

We slept hard on that huge bed that night. The red fuzzy one lost a lot of his fuzz because it got all tangled up with sticky things from the mountain and Mom had to pull them all out while he was trying to sleep. I'm sure glad I'm not fuzzy!

We went back to Dog Mountain another time and then there were lots of other dogs there and good people food smells and stuff like the other time before that I told you about, only the Queen and I were the only ones there that looked like us. There were all colors and sizes and furrinesses of dogs there and they were all running and jumping in the ponds and playing with each other and with the people. It was the most fun I've ever had! I never dreamed when I was in the shelter that dogs could have so much fun, or that there were so many people in the world who loved dogs so much.