Happy birthday, Beowulf!

Beowulf the Heroic Pom-Yorkie mix is, as of two days ago, officially three years old.

He was born the day before Easter in 2009, which earned him the very strange original name of "Calvary", which, bye-the-way, was the name of a hill that multiple people, including Jesus, were crucified. It means "Place of the Scull". When we got him, we changed his name as quickly as we could... which actually wasn't that fast. there were six people who had totally different name choices. Kievan wanted to name him something like "Augustus" and Mommy wanted to name him "Porkie" (he WAS pretty fat) or "Rhett Butler" and every one else had similarly strange name choices. We ended up calling him "Dog" for a few months, which finally stopped when my friend Charlotte came over for her yearly visit and was horrified by our lack of creative naming skills. She promptly told us, "Well, I'm gonna call him "Beowulf the Hero" until you think of a better name." We never did think of a better name, so his name is Beowulf. Strangely enough, I've had people not remember my name but walking up to my dog and saying, "OH! Beowulf the Hero! I remember him!"

The only problem with naming your dog Beowulf is that if I ever get another dog I'm gonna be stuck with names like "Gilgamesh" or "Cyrus the Great" or something.

Oh well, sorry for the rant, and happy belated birthday, dearest dog who will never read this blog post! (that was exasperation, just so you know.)

That dog.....

Beowulf the Porkie Yorkeranian has lately been a very.... disobedient rascal. It seems like every other second the Wulf has escaped the amazing sanctuary of my bedroom and is wreaking terror on the house. Ah, well, he probably just has spring fever... don't we all?

Whew.....

Well, today I had my first official lengthy "Oh no, I'm about to have a heart attack" attacks.
What happened? Well, it's BRUTALLY cold here (literally. The high today was 36, and windy.) so I decided to just throw the Wolf out the door and let him back inside after a few minutes, like I usually do when I just really don't want to go outdoors. He just had a bath this morning, so his harness was still soaking, and I didn't want to make him suffer, either. Sadly, this REALLY didn't work in my favor. Beowulf ran off, and so I threw on my coat and boots and went to go find him. For the first time, like, EVER, he didn't bashfully run up the second I walked out. Instead, I was forced to run down the street, calling for him.
He didn't come. A first.
Sooo I ran inside telling Poppy that he was gone. And eventually Poppy, Mommy and I all ended up patrolling the neighborhood in the 22 degree Fahrenheit darkness.
I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Honestly, Beowulf is adorable, but he's very tiny and would be a snack for any strange owl that might be around, and he's definitely not immune to the cold, and he's not exactly known for his thinking ability. I was panicking. And then... Poppy found him, begging to come inside. I nearly broke down and cried.

Anyway, just couldn't help sharing that. I still feel all shaky and everything... whew, I'm so relieved....

Random Photo Shoot

Oh, I do enjoy taking photographs of myself and my dog. :D




Us posing, wearing our matching outfits. :D



Us posing to match each other. (Beowulf was working for cheese-it's a basic staple in any dog training class. Dog training class I run, that is...)



We were attempting to match this picture. ;)