Trees trees everywhere, and not one to lift a leg on

Ingrid and I took in some galleries today, walking around in the not-quite-started-yet snowstorm. She took my picture in this one, Alexander and Bonin (which I insist be pronounced BONE-IN, ok?!) There were lots of pictures of trees. Ingrid loves trees, and so do I. Unforch, these were too high up for me to pee on. It was very frustrating. Here I am not peeing on the tree pictures.

Seeing some art

This afternoon Ingrid and I went to some of the galleries in our neighborhood. I especially liked this installation at Marlborough Chelsea. It's a rat's eye view of things, and you all know how I feel about rats. They call it "A New Beginning" but that doesn't make sense to me as I wasn't even allowed to start to think about marking one of the giant flowers.
Art, schmart, give me a fire hydrant any day.

Now THIS is SPECIAL!

Ingrid keeps talking about the Specialty, but really, how "special" could it have been if I wasn't there? Anyway, this is something really special, and big thanks to Auntie Carla aka Jake's World for the cool rubber duckie! Of course, I tore the ass out of it right away cause that's how I roll.

The Blue (and Tan) Danube!

Ingrid made a video of the Specialty. I don't know why I didn't get to go. Everyone knows I'm the specialest!

Fort Tony!

Here's my new thing. I go to the head of the bed and pull the pillows and comforter down until they make a little fort that I can crawl into. Then I go in and sleep! I call it Fort Tony.

Lions and junkyard dogs!

Ingrid and I went out for a while this afternoon, as soon as it stopped raining. Thought we'd have the park to ourselves but lots of people there. Some guy brought in two schnauzers and that's when Ingrid decided we better get out of there. (I don't get on too well with some Schnauzers.)
So we went for a walkabout and I got my picture snapped with this big golden lion outside a strip club. They should have statues of me outside there instead, even though I'm not sure I would want to join a strip club, as I'm not too fond of being stripped.



Then on the way home, we walked by an auto shop with a real junkyard dog inside! At first we heard him growling and barking inside the gates, then all of a sudden, Ingrid spotted his head sticking out a hole!

We high-tailed it outta there before he managed to squeeze his whole body through that hole. Yikes!

Beethoven bores me.

RIP Gidget

Well the dog world lost one of our own when Gidget the chihuahua who appeared in ads for Taco Bell died of a stroke. She was one fine bitch and lived a good life up until age 15 (that's 105 to humans!). RIP Gidget.

Don't pee in the pool!

Here I am coming out of the pool at the park. It's very refreshing!
This article says one out of five people pee in the pool. I'm glad there's no humans in this one!

Face Surfing

I like the smell coming out of the vent so I rub my face all over the ground, hoping some of it sticks to me. I call it "face surfing."

Again with the What not to do

Every morning, there's this little doggie sitting outside of the local coffee place on our block. He's not wearing a leash and he's not tied up. People like to stop and say, "oh look how cute," but it's not really all that cute. Don't they realize that anyone could come up and walk away with that dog? It's bad enough when people leave dogs tied up outside stores and restaurants, but hey, at least they are tied up! This one's just roaming free! While I might envy his freedom just a bit, I'll take safety any day. Tony Sez: keep your dog on a leash! We might pull and tug but we secretly thank you for it!

Hot Spots!

Ingrid was poking around where she shouldn't have been and found out why I'm frequently licking my belly. There's a couple of hot spots down there, and they itch and burn! So off we went to the vet's. We got right in without an appointment, cause that's the kind of treatment I get where ever I go, plus all the ladies at the front desk there love me.
Some dogs hate going to the doc, but me, I enjoy a good vet visit.

They keep lots of Lamb Lung there, and that's my favorite treat! I'll do just about anything for some lamb lung (even get a thermometer up my butt!)There was one dog that had to have a muzzle before being examined. How's he supposed to get his treats with a muzzle on?
Any way, I got some antibiotic cream for my spots. I also have to wear this stupid cone thing around my neck which I hate, but without it I have to admit, I'd be lick lick licking those spots. At least I was able to convince Ingrid not to post a picture of me with it, though I know I look really cute, cause I've been getting treats like crazy!Why not? I'm Tony!

What not to do

I love it when some hipster doofus comes to the dog park with his breakfast, then throws a hissy fit when the dogs won't leave him alone.

I get treats and love where ever I go!

It's good to be Tony. Just yesterday I was out with Ingrid to the art supply store and on the way back, we passed a table where this fine bitch was giving out free food! It was love at first sight for her, Tony has that effect on the ladies, you know, and I got my fill of free treats! Here I am sitting, they seem to really like when I do that.

The after I got the treat, I gave her a kiss (with tongue!) as a thank you.



Not bad, huh? Like I sez, it's good to be Tony.

I'm riding the rails!

Yo, Ingrid and I went for a long walk today. From our house at 24th and 10th Avenue to 60th Street and 1st Avenue. I was wearing my doggie backpack with water bottles inside, even though I wasn't all that thirsty the whole trip. On the way back, we took the subway, the E train to be exact. I kept wanting to get off everytime they opened the doors, but we had to stay on till we got to 23rd Street. Then we got off and walked home. I'm pooped!

Tartan Day Parade!

Went to the Tartan Day Parade today with Ingrid. I was wearing the Oban tartan as a little scarf and of course I was a big hit, especially with the ladies, as you can see here.


Here's me chasing some horses up the street. Git, horses!



This whole family came over to say hi to me, they said they have someone just like me at home! I doubt that. There's no one like me!


We saw a whole group of Westies and Scotties who were actually IN the parade. Ingrid says next year maybe we will be too!

"T" is for Tony

When Tony met Tony

Here I am at the reception for an Artbridge project that is taking place on the outside of our building. Meh. Too high for me to piss on, so I don't care. It was pretty boring, but I got some food that fell on the floor and I met this guy who was also named Tony.

This morning

On the way to the park this morning, my pack and I stopped for snacks at Brownstein's. They'd like you to think they are famous, but then, so am I. I'm Tony, bitches!

I get real

Here I am with a ball at the park on Saturday. Ingrid wants to say I'm "playing," but really, I don't play! I'm serious about that ball. I tried to get two of them in my mouth at once and I would have too, if that Collie mix hadn't come along. Ingrid laughs like crazy whenever I try to pick up two balls (which is frequently). She really needs to work on having a more positive attitude. If you always laugh and don't take it seriously, then how are you ever gonna do it! Like I sez, I'm serious about that ball!

Myers of Keswick

Today Ingrid took me on a longish walk and we stopped in a store for her to buy some tea. It was a store with all kinds of English things and some (Scottish too!) and the people in the store sure did make over me. They all knew right away that I was a Border Terrier (isn't it obvious?) and they all asked my name. Ingrid picked me up cause there was a sign on the door that said "No dogs allowed" I guess cause there's a cat roaming around in there. Who cares about a cat when I'm the center of attention?!
Then we stopped in a pet store and I chose a toy from a basket, which Ingrid then HAD to buy for me cause she said I "slobbered" all over it. I just had it in my mouth a minute, jeez! Anyway, we stopped at the door of the English place and she took my picture with the toy, which I then proceeded to carry home in my mouth to the entertainment of everyone we passed. Can I help it if I'm a star?

I'm in Aretha Franklin's hat!

My resume

Hey, I know times are tough all over, so I'm working on ways to diversify myself. Been working on a resume. Here goes.

Objective: To find a position where I can utilize all my terrier traits to their full potential.

I'm a fast worker.


I follow directions.


I am full of great ideas, and I'm not afraid to share them!


My worst trait? Sometimes I get a little too focused on details and forget about the big picture.


But as long as you remember that the big picture is really all about me, we're good, dawg!


Now, who's got a job for me?

Shepard Fairey does dogs too!

Yo, hey there everyone! This poster was done by the immensely talented Frank Shepard Fairey (hey he did the Obama portrait that's just been donated to the National Portrait Gallery!). This is for a great cause, so TonySez get over there and get one and stick it! That's stick it up on a wall, or something. There's lots of purebred dogs as well as mixed mutts in shelters, and I hate to see any of my fellow dogs suffering, so encourage adoption!
Ingrid got this from magpie-moon over on flickr.