First picture, Tristan was requesting attention, disgruntled because his Fetch and Tug Buddy was out late.
Then I told him; "TFaTB's coming! Ten minutes!" and he was too cheerfully excited to feel out of gruntlement any more.
Nice birthday present: Tristan's crate rest ended and he can rejoin us 😊
Guinevere's Royal Treasurer: Tristan has been out of his crate twenty minutes and he is already bringing me everything he can reach. [ed. note: scattered dog toys on the floor]
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: Oh, he has something else, can you take that from him?
GRT: Oh sure. Tristan, hand. Wait.
GRT: Wait. He didn't find THAT on the floor.
...
It's the only jewelry I have ever asked for, a pair of glass Klein Bottle earrings 🥰 *BWAHAHAHA* slipping the box to Tristan for delivery was FANTASTIC I love it 🥰🥰🥰
[Dramatic Recreation by Amazingly Lifelike Actor]
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When the trazodone hits just right
Heard from the living room--
Tristan: *tiny wuf*
Heard from Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy's desk:
TFaTB: "I know, childe, I know, it's so wrong."
Gwynterference: when the thumb-monkeys are just laying next to each other on the couch, but EVERYTHING is for Gwyn, including all of the snuggles.
Tristan has Got his Fetch and Tug Buddy. Officially, securely, Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy is Got.
Brief, sweet Spaniel anecdotes from the last couple of weeks
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: The Chewy box is kind of crumpled...
TFaTB (opening the box): Oh good, the padding is on the crumpled side. (looking over the cases of cans) Looks like nothing is dented.
Guinevere's Royal Treasurer (explaining to Auntie the Tertiary Human): Yeah, once we didn't check, and they were busted. Tristan was so upset, kept insisting there was something wrong in the back room, but we couldn't find anything, and he couldn't explain.
Auntie The Tertiary Human: He was upset about the dent?
GRT: He was upset about the cans that were broken open, he could smell them, they were bad when we got them out later.
(Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy continues unloading can cases and putting them in the back room, then closes it and walks away.)
(Sad Tristan noises come from the hallway to the back room)
All of us: Oh, *crap*.
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy, seeing the Spaniels spinning in anticipation of their Supper, sang:
🎵It's that pivotal moment
It's that suppertime bliss
This food, this food 🎶
🎵(so edible)🎶
A gift, a cardboard gift for Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy!
Why won't TFaTB accept my generous gift?
Guinevere's Royal Treasurer, make TFaTB accept my gift?
Anonymous asked:
What does TFaTB stand for?
Hey there! I'm Guinevere's Royal Treasurer (GRT), I belong to Guinevere, the red wocker. Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy (TFaTB), my spouse, belongs to Tristan, the black and white ticked American cocker.[*]
I try to type out our full titles each time I use them, then shorten them to GRT and TFaTB after that. I apologize if it's not entirely clear ❤️ Though I hoped that including them in my blog description would make up for any confusion.
[*] Yes, Tristan has assigned himself the job of looking after me, and he's not even my dog. He'll tell me so, too. I just need that much help, I guess 😅
Tristan: *scratches the door*
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: "Okay, I'm coming!" *opens door* "Go have fun!"
Tristan and Guinevere: *tappa tappa tappa out the door*
Tristan and Guinevere: *tappa tappa tappa right back in the door*
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: "Ooooh no, this was your idea. You asked for this."
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: "I *insist* you go out there, and have fun."
Tristan and Guinevere: *tappa tappa tappa out the door*
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It is hardly surprising that Tristan has started biting his leash out of sheer frustration. Enforced inactivity is boring and upsetting, and he wants to play.
We’ve started stuffing something in his mouth to carry while he’s out of his crate. We’re also practicing “give,” “take,” “bring,” “drop,” and learning words for specific items (stick, shoe, ball, etc). We can’t let him stress that hip, but I can try to occupy his active little brain to keep him as happy as possible.
He’s very proud of his sticks and his “good boy"s.
We’ve been working so hard on “carry the stick/ball/whatever back to the door, and drop it.” It was really quite a surprise tonight when Tris picked up something in the dark, carried it to the door, and dropped… a live, unharmed toad.
Good boy?
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: You know, I think Tristan regards the toads as rocks.
TFaTB: He passed one, gave it a cursory sniff, and continued on.
Guinevere's Royal Treasurer: Wait, but no... but... huh. I was going to say, "sometimes he brings us rocks" and then I remembered the toad he brought us.
(crunching noises from the living room)
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy (rushing into the living room): "Hey! Spit it out!"
(picks up the DOOMba and shakes out a dog toy)
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Flinging her unicorn and her ears
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy took The Spaniels outside as it was getting dark. Returning inside--
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: "Wha...?"
TFaTB: *confused noises*
TFaTB: "Oh, it was Gwyn's unicorn. I wondered who that third dog was."
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: "Go lay down, go."
Guinevere: *delicately creeps up my shoulder then suddenly smushes her cheek into my face, cuddling vigorously*
Guinevere's Royal Treasurer (through Guinevere's head): "that iff lay down, yeff, that technically iff lay down."
TFaTB: "She did what I asked her to do! It works for me. I'm sorry if it doesn't work for you." 🤣
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If I become concerned that my dog is conducting extensive contraband smuggling operations using only his natural talents (flappity lip flomps and bulgy hamster cheeks), should I:
a) congratulate him and request a cut of the proceeds,
b) report him to the authorities, or
c) take him and flee the country?
[Image Description 1: Tristan, a black and white cocker spaniel, is lying on a daybed, looking perfectly innocent.
Image Description 2: Tristan has dropped a rope ball that was previously not visible, and is reaching down to touch it with his nose.]
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: Where's your squeaker? It must be around here somewhere.
Guinevere's Royal Treasurer: *gets out carrots*
Tristan: *trots up to GRT and spits out squeaker* *pops up to take carrot*
TFaTB: What... how... where were you hiding that??