Travels With Yoshi

He's Got the Heart of a Lion. He caught it Himself

noreply@blogger.com (Two Sentence Horrors) — Sun, 04 Aug 2013 03:04:00 +0000

So where we live has a large deer population. Yoshi has taken it upon himself to patrol the area at night to guard against them. Never mind they are easily ten times his weight, he's going after them. To protect me, of course.

He never tries to hurt the deer, just send them on their way. Just the same, I take him out on a leash at night, for Bambi's protection, of course.

It's the Little Guy with the Beard

noreply@blogger.com (Two Sentence Horrors) — Wed, 19 Dec 2012 14:45:00 +0000

It's not like they change the date every year or anything, but the holidays have a way of sneaking up on me. I was chatting with a friend and Yoshi fan, when I realized I hadn't updated this blog in a while. Please enjoy the glut of photos. And maybe the little guy's resolution for next year won't be to look away every time I point a camera at him!

On behalf of Her Majesty, the Empress 'Neko, and Yoshi the Wonder Dog, please have the best new year until next year.

Sleepy

You rang?

Treat time!

Grumpy Cat? Please.

I'm a good boy...

Good Morning

Chillin'

You are getting sleeeeppppyyy...

No pictures, please

See? The answer is right here.

The Farmer in the Dell

But I really want to direct.

The sand is not as good as a sandwich.

Westward ho!

Doggie Play Date

noreply@blogger.com (Two Sentence Horrors) — Wed, 12 Sep 2012 23:02:00 +0000

Yoshi's trip to the dog park.

Mission Accomplished

noreply@blogger.com (Two Sentence Horrors) — Fri, 24 Aug 2012 16:19:00 +0000

Any groomer appointment you can walk away from is a good one.

It's Not a Groomer

noreply@blogger.com (Two Sentence Horrors) — Fri, 24 Aug 2012 15:27:00 +0000

Bless my little guy. He's the best dog ever, in my humble estimation, but he hates the groomer. Chalk it up to a bad experience as a puppy, but it's his kryptonite. Fortunately, in the right hands, the job gets done. As a schnauzer, grooming isn't an option, so I value the folks who get it right. After pics to follow.

By Popular Request

noreply@blogger.com (Two Sentence Horrors) — Sun, 15 Jul 2012 01:54:00 +0000

I had let this blog go by the wayside. I have had requests to start it back up again. Who am I to turn such things down. Let the fun commence!

You Can't Make This Up.

noreply@blogger.com (Two Sentence Horrors) — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 01:27:00 +0000

Yoshi and Sakura the Chahuahua

So, we know Yoshi is a dog. This was confirmed by the veterinarian and everything. His best buddy is a cat. This is also confirmed by the veterinarian. Somehow, they got the whole species thing confused. They spend their day chasing each other. Normal enough for a cat-dog living arrangement, but they like to trade off. Dog chases cat, then cat chases dog. Cat jumps on dog's back and chews on neck. Dog flips cat on back and proceeds to eat the cat's head. This will go on all day. No blood is shed, but they are covered in dog/cat slobber.

Not only do they have their own identities confused, they don't seem to care. They are just friends having a good time.

It should always be like that.

The Bombs Bursting in Air...

noreply@blogger.com (Two Sentence Horrors) — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 02:20:00 +0000

Like many dogs (and people), poor Yoshi had an issue with 4th of July fireworks, and thunder, and loud noises in general. At one point, the veterinarian had to prescribe sedatives.

I knew there it had to be a better way. It took time, as this fear was (at least in part) due to the conditions he grew up in, but as he became more socialized, and as he became more trusting in me as the pack alpha, he became more relaxed and less anxious. He didn't have to be the one to take care of everything.


Photo credit: thehotsheetblog.com

He still barks when people come to the door (good), and stops eventually (although we're working on it). He also barks when people come up to my patio, which faces the street (very good), but is calm when out for a walk. I was very proud of him when we went out for a walk at dusk, with fireworks going off, and other people with dogs out for a walk. He stayed calm and happy, more interested in smells than the noise and confusion. Seeing him like this, instead of the scared puppy he used to be, makes me very happy.

Happy Fourth of July! Freedom from fear is a great thing.

"I Ain't no Cassinova..."

noreply@blogger.com (Two Sentence Horrors) — Sat, 28 May 2011 05:08:00 +0000

Ahhh, Yoshi. I can't go anywhere without him attracting attention.

There is a local Starbucks with a drive through. Whenever I go there with Mr. Smooth in the car, all the barristas have to crowd the window, getting all gaga over the little guy. They'd even go so far as to ply him with dog biscuits ( but they wouldn't want to break any health codes, of course...).

It has gotten to the point that any time we pull up to anything, he's got to see who's there to fuss over him. This cause some issues at the Garden State Parkway (but even then, the toll taker thought he was utterly charming).

So, what's a girl to do, but resign herself to hanging out with the most charming little guy ever??

Before and After

noreply@blogger.com (Two Sentence Horrors) — Sun, 15 May 2011 04:12:00 +0000

Yoshi Before

Yoshi is a very good dog.

His week spot in an otherwise faultless behavior resume is his trips to the groomer. I think he had a bad experience along the way. Unfortunately, no one is talking.

Yoshi After

He was getting on speaking terms with his old groomer, but she left the shop to go back to school. Here are the before and after pictures from his new groomer. He looked very happy afterwards. I think we have a keeper.

The Journey Begins

noreply@blogger.com (Two Sentence Horrors) — Sun, 12 Dec 2010 06:46:00 +0000

Hello!

I'm just an ordinary person with a love for going places with my dog. I'll let you know how things go.

Enjoy the ride...