Treats: Are Those For Me?
***This giveaway is no longer accepting entries***
What’s wrong with this picture?
Why are all of those yummy-delicious-oh-my-goodness-I-must-have-one-now treats in that container and not in my belly? Maybe I’ll get one once I finish being a good boy and telling you about this dog treat isolation chamber that you can win from Whitewash Sundries (the generously treated me with one- but it’s holding my goodies hostage!).
Just like the stuff my parents are giving away on their blog from Whitewash Sundries, this hand-etched stuff on glass is pretty cool (except for the fact that all my treats are highly visible so they taunt me as I stare at them longingly). Anyway, for this dog-themed giveaway, they put the first initial and silhouette of the dog you intend to tease with this look-but-don’t-touch canister. Cool right? And yes, also a bit cruel. Just be sure to remove a tasty morsel or two and give it to your four-legged friend on the regular.
So, if you (or your parents) want to win one of these amazing treat jars personalized with an initial and a customized dog silhouette, just follow these instructions that my dad helped me write:
- THE TREAT: A monogrammed dog treat jar from Whitewash Sundries.
- TO ENTER: Leave me a comment on this post saying “GIMME GIMME” and tell us…
- BONUS QUESTION: What’s your favorite treat (or your favorite treat to give your pet)? And what sort of things can be done to earn them?
- GIVEAWAY ENDS: Wednesday, January 27th, 2009 at 8pm EST
- NUMBER OF WINNERS: One
- ELIGIBILITY: The prize can be shipped all over the world!
- DETAILS SCHMETAILS: One entry per e-mail address is permitted. The winner will be selected using random.org and announced on Thursday. Good luck!
I follow the same giveaway policies as my parents, so get more info on their Giveaway FAQs page. Pics courtesy of Whitewash Sundries.
Hi, I’d Like To Order A Pizza
- Date: way back when I was footloose and fancy free
- Location: the den
- I’m feeling: connected
Look, I’m making a call on my foot phone. Hello? Is anyone there? Maybe I need to charge it a little more…
Night (& Day) Rider
- Date: back when I was a wee wittle guy
- Location: the parking lot at Target
- I’m feeling: like a true prince
Gotta love being carried around like royalty when you’re so small that you fit inside your mom’s coat. I used to love riding like that all around stores like Target and Home Depot before I got too big and mom kicked me out. Those were the days…
Some Bunny Loves Me
- Date: a while back (what do you think I am, a palm pilot?)
- Location: the sunroom
- I’m feeling: friendly
Me and my pink bunny, we’re as thick as thieves. We enjoy many of the same activities like sitting in the sun, snuggling together on the sofa, and (my personal favorite) nibbling on each other (well, now that I think about it, this is a pretty one-sided pastime).
p.s. You know who else I love? My girl Nico!!! You can learn all about our courtship here (and see a pretty sweet video of our love blossoming). But anyway, it’s her birthday today (she’s turning three, just like me) so I’m sending her lots of love and licks! Mmmmmuah! Happy birthday girl!
Don’t Look!
- Date: a few weeks back
- Location: the den
- I’m feeling: beyond mortified
I don’t know how this happened. One minute I was sleeping on my tummy with most of my body under the blanket, and the next minute I wake up flipped over and utterly exposed. All except for my head for some strange reason. I must have been dreaming about bug hunting (I roll over and crush them with the back of my neck). So embarrassing.
My Lowest Low
- Date: I blocked it out
- Location: the vet (eeks!)
- I’m feeling: like I’m on death row
This picture wasn’t even taken by my parents, it was snapped by my adoring vet (what? I’m adorable) before they took me back for the ol’ snip-snip when I was just a wee one. My mom and dad left me there with my pink bunny to keep me company but nothing could prepare me for the shock of waking up missing a bit of my anatomy. Oh the horror.
All Downhill From Here
- Date: sometime last year
- Location: the den
- I’m feeling: lazy
So lazy, in fact, that I don’t seem to mind that I have slipped down off my pillow face first, with my hind legs about 6″ higher than my head. Don’t worry, I’ll reposition myself later. After this nap…
Boxed In
- Date: I dunno, maybe last year?
- Location: the sunroom
- I’m feeling: well framed
I love sticking my nose into nooks and crannies all over the house, just to see what I’ll find. And even when I’m sure I won’t find anything (like when I stuck my nose through this square in the daybed) I just like the feeling. Look ma, I’m on TV!
My Best Photo To Date
- Date: last fall
- Location: in my mom’s legs (those are her striped pajamas)
- I’m feeling: pretty, oh so pretty
This is my parents’ favorite photo of me ever. The funny thing is that dad snapped it while I was curled up in my mom’s legs while she was wearing these striped pajamas so while it looks like some elaborate photo studio set-up with draped fabric it’s really just some Old Navy pjs. They think I look exceptionally handsome and I must say I agree. Look at those pink ears and those shiny nails. I’m a prize to be won.
Child Abuse!
- Date: a few months ago
- Location: my bag, which I have a love/hate relationship with
- I’m feeling: the hate
Sometimes it’s warm and cozy in my bag, and when I’m in an unfamiliar place there’s nothing I like more than the safety of my own little zone. But sometimes I smell something yummy or hear something that I want to investigate and I can’t get out of my bag fast enough. So when my parents start to unzip the zipper sometimes I get so excited that I stick my nose out of the hole and get “birthed” by the bag like a baby. It’s pretty impressive, you should see it.
Anyone else travel by way of a bag? Dish the carry-along dirt.
