Category Archives: TT Tales
This page, to be edited by Sandy Benton, will be devoted to telling interesting tales about your TT’s. Here is Sandy’s explanation of what we are looking for: When you are out with your TTs, most of you have been stopped at one time or another with the question “What kind of dog is that?”. Some of those folks then call a breeder or rescue to see about obtaining one of those really cute, well-mannered creatures. I have found myself trying to explain TT temperament more often of late so thought I would put together an article, not only about their wonderful traits but also those that make them unsuitable for certain families. So… if you have a tale about something your TT has done that shows the mischievous, intelligent, independent thinking, problem solving side of their personalities, please email or call me so that I can include them. If you have pictures or videos of them caught red handed, I would love to have those as well. This will be put on this RMTTC website and available to potential puppy buyers and rescue adopters to help them make a more informed decision if a TT is right for their family.
For example, I had a litter sired by a known escape artist. When the puppies were tall enough to reach the latch on their run, they began to let themselves out. I thought I would prevent this by raising the latch out of reach. Two puppies stood on their hind legs and in tandem proceeded to push the plastic crate over to the gate where one climbed on top and was able to reach and open the latch. I caught all of this from the kitchen window. I sure wish I had it on video!
Sandy Benton: ClassicTT@lpbroadband.net 970-669-0181
Scooter has a new obsession….he discovered a scarf that I had planned to donate with some other clothing. It has an odd smell for me even after repeated washings. However, that smell must have drawn Scooter to the scarf and he rescued it out of the donation bag last Fall and he has been carrying on a love affair with it ever since. He rolls around in it and wears it around the house over his head. He sleeps with it and talks to it. He is very proud!
Ollie is so loved (and spoiled) and he continues to pay it forward.Here he is before our nightly dental flossing (and brushing). I’m not kidding! You must think we are crazy, but it beats going under anesthesia for a dental cleaning and is making a difference in his teeth and breath.After dinner he will sit by the cabinet where the floss resides and wait until I pull it out of the drawer. He’ll sit up and “beg” until I floss him, then brush his teeth. Gee, maybe it’s just the dental chewie that awaits him after the routine. What a guy! After our yearly vet visit and carting home a toothbrush and paste, I thought I’d just experiment with minty floss. He immediately embraced the idea and now it’s nightly bonding time for us.
Karen and Ed Morrissey
What a morning!
The morning started out with a cup of strong coffee, a walk with my dog, then a cursory trip around the garden. Tashi loves to sit on the sunny flagstone patio, so I usually leave the screen door open so he will be able to come in when he had . I have noticed the rabbit right away, in the early morning shadow of my fence next to my neighbor. I said to my dog “Look Tashi, stupid rabbit!” He learned the expression in the ten years we lived here. This area is inundated with rabbits and squirrels (stupid and otherwise). When he finally noticed it, a wild chase ensued. Up, down and around the fence line they ran breathlessly. “Stupid rabbit” – let’s call him SR for simplicity sake – couldn’t remember how he got in, so he was panic-stricken and desperate. Then there was no more rabbit to be seen in the garden. Hark! He found a way out. Not so fast. Moments later I could hear scratches and things falling down inside the house. Oh no – it didn’t! Did it?!? It did! SR was in the guest bedroom tearing up the place with Tashi in pursuit. I quickly closed the door and all of sudden there was quiet, except the heavy breathing of my dog. I looked under both twin beds, but the only thing I could see was an up-lifted floor register. Good grief, did it go down into the heating ducts? I turned on the whole house fan, and sure enough he was out of there in no time.
Now the war really began. I closed every door in the house except door to this room and the screen door, and let Tashi go to work. After most of the stuff, paintings, knick-knacks, pillows were knocked down by the panicked, unwanted visitor – it was running up the walls – he made it out and ran down the stairs to the basement. Bad decision! Tashi this time earned his keep. He grabbed SR by the throat and gently walked it up the stairs and out into the garden, where he deposited it at my feet. THANK YOU, TASHI!
He picked it up one more time for good measure, then dropped it, so I could pick it up by his hind legs. SR was still breathing, so I gently flinged him over the gate into the Open Space. I don’t like to kill anything, I even carry Daddy long-legs carefully outside. After five minutes elapsed, I checked on the rabbit and found him gone. Good riddance SR, I hope you never come back!
It took Tashi and I an hour to catch our breath and slow our heartbeats.
Watch as my “Adam” a 3 year old Tibetan Terrier unlocks the doggy-gate with his paw and then proceeds to lift the handle with is mouth allowing his family to escape from the family room!
In 1998 we were asked to have a Japanese student visit us for the Fourth of July weekend. We picked her up at the train station and when we arrived home, Dan-Ba, our nine-year-old black Tibetan Terrier decided he would be in charge of charming and entertaining. Keiko was a tiny, sweet girl with limited English skills; but to Dan-Ba language was no barrier. Very quickly the two became inseparable. If Keiko was on the sofa, Dan-Ba was snuggled up next to her. If we were in the car, Dan-Ba was in Keiko’s lap. When we hiked, Keiko had Dan-Ba’s leash in her hand. If we went to take a photograph, Keiko quickly pulled Dan-Ba close so he would be in the picture with her. Dan-Ba has always been very dear to us and it was very special to see him charm and captivate this young lady from a foreign country. But the most touching moment was yet to come. The morning Keiko was leaving she said to us: “Before I come to your house, I did not like dogs. I would not touch them. But now I like them.”
Dan-Ba – 1989-2006 – Loved and owned by Bob and Carole Kreis
Bentley loves to roll in our dirty clothes. He will take the clothes out if the washer or out of the clothes basket even if the basket is on top of the cages.
My new “baby” Bodhi is 14 weeks old today! He is a little rascal, of course. He adores TaiTai my 9 year old Tibetan and follows her everywhere. She is amazingly tolerant of him chewing and pulling her ears and tail and even allows him to wrestle her to the ground where they roll around and then get up and play chase. TaiTai lets him eat her food and even steal her treats. I have placed their crates side by side and when crated Bodhi calms down rather quickly when TaiTai is in her create beside him. What a girl! Just yesterday I caught Bodhi eating his pee paper. Now that he knows he is not to do that, today he unrolled the toilet paper, out the bathroom, through the hall, and into the kitchen! Nancy Andrews
When I was on Nantucket last year I spent most of my time walking the beaches. One day I met an elderly gentleman walking with the cutest dog. I walked up to him and asked “Is that a Tibetan Terrier?” – He answered “Why, yes! How did you know? “Because I have one also in Colorado”, I answered. And that took care of the rest of the afternoon. We merrily chatted the time away and shared many dog tales.
I also got Tashi after I saw a Japanese couple walking with their beautiful black TT in the Boulder McGuckin hardware store. I followed them and inquired about the breed. After they told me, I could hardly wait to get home and Google the TTCA website asking them for an address. Within two days I had a source in South Carolina for a two year old, laid back male dog with photos attached. We made a deal and I handed in my resignation at the company I worked for 11 years. As you probably guessed, I never looked back. I also wrote an essay, My doggone reason to retire- Marika Ujvari