Airedale Terrier

Pittsburgh

Stop the Presses!

Stop the Presses!

Look who made the Pittsburgh City Paper?  Mum entered my fuzzy mug into their Cutest Pet Contest.  I am flattered.  Lots of cute pups and kitties there. Want to help me take home the crown?  You can vote here: http://www.pghcitypaper.com/pittsburgh/cutest-pet-contest/Page/gallery/103826891/?category=1510309 Love, Otto Fizz

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Surprise!

Surprise!

Mum was in the kitchen washing dishes. When she finished, she didn’t immediately see me. And it was quiet. Sometimes this means I’m up to mischief, but not this time. I was sleeping on her pillows. Surprise, mum! Love, Otto Fizz

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King of the Jungle

King of the Jungle

That tiger-toy didn’t stand a chance. Love, Otto Fizz

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Drivin’ in MY Car

Drivin’ in MY Car

Also known as the OTTOmobile.  Because of course it is.  It belongs to me, and helps me to be mobile.  OTTO-mobile.  Very satisfying to say out loud. Love, Otto Fizz

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Turn Around, Mum!

Turn Around, Mum!

Whenever mum spends too much time in front of the glowy box that she says she’s “working” on, I sit behind her.  Like this.  I’ll start out being patient, looking around and seeing what else interesting is happening in the apartment at the moment.  Hoping […]

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Sunday Morning Relaxation Techniques

Sunday Morning Relaxation Techniques

I don’t understand why you humans have such a tough time relaxing.  Why you have to work at it, plan for it, and why it stresses you out so. JUST DO THIS. OK, maybe this is how I relax, and you get to rub your […]

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M-M-M-My Chewnola

M-M-M-My Chewnola

I’m not allowed to eat a ton of junk food, per mum.  She likes for my treats to be healthy – I just want ’em to taste good.  Occasionally, her pocketbook is a little light and we have to go for the cheaper stuff, which […]

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Welcome, Fall

Welcome, Fall

The leaves they fall, Into piles that I, Jump and roll, And poop in. Welcome, Fall. Love, Otto Fizz

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Look! Up in the Sky! It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s…

Look! Up in the Sky! It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s…

MY SQUEAKY TENNIS BALL! Mum and I have both just spotted (me first) where my bright orange squeaky tennis ball went.  Somehow, it made it to the top of the bookcase.  Must have been an interesting bounce.  Left mum scratching her head a bit as […]

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