Tuesday, March 8, 2011


Uhhhh, Hi.  My name is Totally Tubular Toby; you can call me Toby.  I think I'm a people, but my mom keeps calling me "her baby".  Is a "her baby" people?  Her father calls me "that dog."  When I make mistakes she calls me other names (but I don't think I should tell you).  This world is so hard to understand.

Today I have a very scary and confusing story to tell you.
You'd look sad too if you went through what I just went through!
The other morning my mom had a very serious look on her face.  She held me and hugged me, but I just squirmed and chewed on her shirt sleeve because I didn't want any of her gushy, gooey, lovey, dovey, stuff that early in the morning.

Mornings are for romping, chasing the cat, getting into as much trouble as possible, and eating.  This is when I knew something was up.  Mom wasn't fixing my food.  PANIC ATTACK!  WHY ISN'T MOM FIXING FOOD?  I tried to tell her my fear as I cried, "WHERE IS MY FOOD?  MOM, YOU KNOW HOW I LIKE FOOD!  I NEED FOOD, NOW!"  She ignored me (well, she tried anyway, I'm kinda hard to ignore when I hangin' onto her pant leg with my teeth).

Finally, she got my blanky out of that darned kennel, picked me up and headed for the "ride" (STILL NO FOOD!).  We got into the "ride" and went to the place of smells.  It is a place that stinks of a lot of different kinds of animals along with a yucky smell that I can't quite put my nose to (not that I'd want to. Well, maybe).  

I remember being there before and, as I recall, I was poked and prodded and then felt a sharp pain in my neck.  Mom just stood in the corner and kept saying, "You're ok, you're ok."  Well, if having something shoved up your you know what is ok then I'd hate to see what she thinks is NOT ok.

Back to the other day.  We rode in the "ride" until we got to the place of smells.
Mom handed me over to a complete stranger (along with my blanky) and walked away...are you reading this SHE WALKED AWAY!  A COMPLETE STRANGER!  I set up such a howl that it made her stop for a second, then she went on out the door.  I screamed and accidentally went potty on the lady.

My blanky and I were put into this kennel (without a treat, Mom always give me a treat when she puts me in one at home...THAT DOES IT!  NO FOOD!  NO TREAT!  I'M IN HELL!) and there I sat along with a few other unfortunates.  Each one of them was as confused as I was.  I tried to talk to them but they weren't interested.  This one "baby" looked really sad.  He said he thought he was in here because he pottied on his mom's best rug.  (OMG it that why I'm here?  It's all your fault Heathcliff!  You're the one who told me I could do it!  Growl!)
I didn't mean to...honest!
The lady came back in and took me to a room of even more awful smells and that is the last I remember until I woke up.   My head felt strange and so did my lower body.  They had a thing around my neck to keep me from checking out why I felt funny down there.  In fact it took me a while to figure out why I couldn't see if my feet and tail were still there (Could I survive with just a head?  Sure, as long as I could eat...eat?...suddenly I didn't care about food...weird, huh?).

Mom finally came to pick me up (PHEW!) and I pottied all over the lady again as she handed me off (on purpose, take that, lady!).   Mom wrapped me in my blanky and took me to the "ride."  That is when I got more of the  gushy, gooey, lovey, dovey, stuff.   And, boy did I want it this time.  When we got back to my home Mom and I cuddled and slept the rest of the afternoon.  For some reason I suddenly liked the gushy, gooey, lovey, dovey, stuff.

I still don't know what happened, but I think my bark is higher that it used to be and there is less to lick than before.  Heathcliff seemed to know where I was going.  Mom told HIM, but not me!  By the way, Heathcliff, thanks for the note.  I AM milking it for all it's worth.
kt 2011


  1. Poor puppy - the trials of being unable to make your own decisions. ...

    Mazie was groomed and she felt I had abandoned her too. But life was better once I showed up - mush mush all over her face. I was glad to see her too.

  2. Hi Toby!!!

    Oh, Boy! Now I'm probably going to get into BIG TROUBLE for this...but we guys have to stick together, right?

    So...you're still no wiser about what 'they' did to you at the place with the funny smell? Let me tell you...it's not just a place of funny smells, but funny business, too!
    Ever since I came home from my own ordeal at a place EXACTLY like that, the girls I lived with (Tessa...she's gone to Doggy Heaven now ) and Bonny (still happily with us) looked at me, then headed straight down to my tail end for a jolly good sniff. They both looked at each other strangely, knowingly, and then dropped the bombshell. They said they'd heard about EUNUCHS on the National Geographic channel and were pretty certain that I'd become one of those!!!

    I was SHOCKED when they explained WHY!!! Apparently you and I no longer have our masculine equipment intact..but not to worry, as I've been living very contentedly for years...it got rid of all those lascivious bitches that were always winking lewdly at me!

    I can concentrate fully on eating, sleeping, playing and being cute and guess what, I'm still very much TOP DOG around here. No other alpha male comes close to me. You follow my advice, young man and I'll set you straight with how this world works, OK?

    Paws up to you!

    Heathcliff (signing out)

  3. Hi Karen!

    I absolutely LOVED this post...Toby is the cutest dog, for sure!!! I just hope Heathcliff isn't teaching him anything you disapprove of.


    Des xo

  4. OH Toby, What have they done to you? Just try not to potty over everyone you meet :-)

  5. Karen, we love your poor little Toby story!

  6. Oh, Karen! You are a real Honey :)

    Thank you for offering me an award. I must however, politely, sweetly and graciously decline acceptance, as I have opted to be an award-free Blogger...much as I appreciate the kind thought!!!

    Your visits and comments are the only reward I need!!! AND MY VISITS TO YOUR BLOG, WHICH FILL MY DAYS WITH HAPPINESS AND LAUGHTER AND JOY!!!!!!

    BIG HUG,

    Des xoxoxo

  7. Aww! Wat a cute story n btr dan d story it was d narration dat made it a star. loved it! n loved dat cute pup too, he looks so cute wen sad!

  8. The hubs acted the same way when I had him fixed.

  9. I love this from Toby's perspective. Poor baby! It must be very confusing for them when this stuff happens.