Countless episodes of forcing Tweed to wear human clothing and be humiliated on the blog; months of taking this out of the closet and giving Tweed a cookie for not panicking (he used to be scared of it); untold hours of being rewarded for sitting next to it …
ETA: Lest you think I am exaggerating the magical feat of getting Tweed to pose in my helmet, let me offer this texted gem I received on my trusty iPhone on May 12th. It’s from my ex boyfriend, who owns the motorcycle, and once lived with Tweed, and can attest to Tweed’s life-long helmet phobia. He doesn’t care for Tweed, but likes to read the blog. The text read:
“F*ck me, i can’t believe you got that helmet on his head!”
Piper, OTOH, speculated that I was out to kill her by asking her to pose in a simple scarf. Donut, with her Incredulous Sniffer of Disbelief, did not help matters.
So Tweed thanks you all for the birthday wishes. He thinks they would have been a lot better if they had all come with wieners, but he’ll take what he can get.
Proof that Tweed is happy:
In other news, The Infamous Woo is going to be on television … again. He happened to get interviewed by these nice people from Taiwan, who were filming a travel show and happened upon the dog beach.
I did most of the talking, but apparently Woo is more interesting. And even more interesting than Woo, apparently, was the Chuck-It ™. Apparently they do not have Chuck-Its ™ in Taiwan.
Financial Tip Of The Day: Become a billionaire and import Chuck-Its to Taiwan.
The host of the show, Brian, must have chucked Tweed’s ball about 4 trillion times, so much that Tweed got downright tired of going to retrieve it. That hardly ever happens.
Here is standing on the shore kind of going “le sigh.”
I do not know the name of the show, as I forgot to ask, and don’t speak Tawianese anyway, so I will never see it. But it never fails … somehow, Woo manages to get on tv wherever he goes.