I’m going to remember this at Christmas, Tierce.
Currently, only fixed phrases can be used as comments for Twitter, and there are 11 phrases available. But Sony CSL is planning to increase the number of phrases and add a function to change comments in accordance with the preceding action. For example, if a cat eats something after taking a walk, a comment like “Meals taste better after a walk” is posted on Twitter, the company said.
Oh, I want this. Want, want, want. Tierce’s life will be Tweeted to all and sundry.
TierceTheShiba is sleeping
8:23 AM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba First pee of the day!
9:03 AM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba just got his allergy pill.
11:59 AM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba is going for a walk! Awesome!
12:24 PM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba is loose and keeping away from Mischa. Haha, catch me now, fucker!
12:53 PM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba is back on the leash.
1:03 PM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba is barking at that weird kid next door. IT’S RIDING A TRICYCLE.
2:47 PM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba Julie’s home! Awesome!
4:32 PM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba She isn’t taking to me to the dog park right away. She sucks.
4:36 PM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba is napping
5:09 PM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba Walk! Awesome!
5:38 PM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba DOG PARK!
6:01 PM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba is eating that crappy hypoallergenic dog food.
8:27 PM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba is sleeping
10:43 PM June 3, 2010 via that thing i wear
TierceTheShiba Last pee.
12:13 AM June 4, 2010 via that thing i wear
It’s spring and Cody, a 6-year-old Shiba Inu, incessantly licks his hind paws.
“He eats his paws raw,” said owner Mary Dolce, a Lombard resident. “It’s definitely seasonal,” she said. “There is just something outside that he is allergic to.”
Dolce says that she wipes Cody’s paws whenever he comes in from playing outside. When Cody’s allergies get bad enough, she gives him non-prescription Benedryl and applies Genesis, a prescribed topical spray to control itching.
I’ve never given Tierce Benadryl because I was not sure how it would interact with the Atopica. If things got bad and I didn’t have any Atopica with me, I’d consider it, but so far the Atopica seems to be controlling his symptoms.
Despite regular exposure to children, Tierce is still nervous around the smaller ones. He’s okay around kids that are 10 or so and the children he was regularly exposed to over the years, but he is nervous around smaller, running, screaming children.
It’s not that Tierce tries to snap or bite, but he does shy away and bark, which always makes me want to say defensively, “I did socialize him with children! I did! I did!” I usually settle for a sharp, “No!” and a leash correction, but this doesn’t seem to solve much.
I get the kids around Tierce to feed him treats as often as possible and interact with him, but this only serves to make him feel more kindly towards *them*, not kids in general.
Shassi, as I mentioned before, was fine with kids of all ages and she didn’t have a huge amount of exposure to toddlers.
While Tierce’s attitude is not a danger to himself or other people, as he’s never offered to snap at or bite children, I don’t like it very much. Suggestions?
Last night I dreamed that Tierce had chewed through his leash and got hit by a car. I was frantic, because I didn’t have my phone and didn’t know where it was and I had to choose between leaving him in the street and finding my phone so I could call Mischa to rush us to the vet.
Mischa thinks it’s because I was so frightened about Tierce’s leg yesterday. He seems okay today; last night he was weight bearing more – his leg is still obviously sore, but I don’t think anything’s torn or broken or out-of-place.
Funny things our minds do to us.
I’m used to noises in other parts of the building because our landlord has several teenagers who regularly slam in and out of the house and play LOUD games on their X-Box… or at least I hope that’s the origin of the groans and the screams…
Tonight, though, I heard something different.
KA-THUMPETY-THUMPETYTHUMPETYTHUMP! KA-THUMPETY-THUMPETY! THUMP! THUMP! WHAM!
What the hell?
Now, I’m conversant enough with the pitter-patter of four little feet, but this sounded like four little feet in army boots. So I start up the stairs, just to see if I can catch him in the act. Not to punish him, you understand, but just to see what was going on.
And then I brushed against the wall. Sssshhhh…
The stairs in our home are built with six steps going up to a landing, then seven steps going up to the bedroom. I cautiously poked my head around the wall. Nothing.
I started up the stairs. As I ascended, the tips of two pointed ears, then a foxy looking face came into view. Looking at me.
Mischa is away, so I’m alone in the house, it’s dark in the stairway and in the bedroom, but the ghostly light from the bathroom silhouetted Tierce’s head and body.
It really looked like he was playing with someone or something that disappeared as soon as I stuck my head around the wall. There was this air of, “What are YOU doing here?” that was somewhat disconcerting. And, of course, now that he was being observed, he did not deign to pick up his little game to show me just what kind of craziness he was engaging in.
Creepy… he doesn’t do this when Mischa is here. I think he’s just fucking with me. Or maybe he is playing with a hellhound that he inadvertantly summoned by dropping his hydrolized soy protein dog food into a pentagram. I would not be surprised.
When people say stuff like “family problems” and “family issues”, it can mean anything. I have had “family issues” which turned into a big problem for me, but turned out absolutely fine for Tierce.
It’s not fun when a family member gets on the wrong side of the law; it’s especially not fun when you go through their shit and find ample evidence of perfidy and general waste-of-skin tendencies. My vacation went to emptying an apartment (Family Member is not getting out of jail anytime soon, if ever) and dealing with the delightful repercussions of said Family Member’s indiscretions. Let this be a lesson to any of you considering “prison” as a career objective: having your relations and friends going through your belongings is humiliating and reveals secrets about you that you aren’t going to want to expose to the general public.
Also not fun is trepidation about how your dog is going to deal with having your mother and aunt taking care of him, especially when he distinguished himself two years previously by terrifying your mother with his infant rages at having to wear a leash and collar. I expected at the very least that we would hear that he had eaten Shassi or had disappeared or dislocated my aunt’s shoulder in an attempt to kill a baby rabbit.
But, no. The one good thing about this whole disastrous week (which was both the week that I took my vacation and the week of my birthday) was that the phone calls to Mom’s brought forth carols of how good Tierce was, how he slept on Mom’s bed, how he was so polite when begging for food, how he could come back anytime and oh, if I wanted them to keep him an extra night…
I know that Tierce can be charming when he wants to be, but I was not expecting this. It solves a big problem I have when his breeder can’t take him for a weekend.