
Hello Friend
A majestic view from my comfy spot. The world is my oyster (or, well, the floor).
I'm a five-year-old Tibetan Mastiff with a heart as big as my bark. I specialize in napping, drooling in inconvenient places, and protecting my humans from suspicious wind gusts, delivery people, and squirrels. I weigh more than a ten-year-old child, and I use that to my advantage whenever I want a snack.
Hey hooman! Wanna see more of my zoomies, snack attacks, and top-tier nap formations? Follow me on Instagram at @atibetannamedchunk! I post all my best adventures, sometimes my human helps, but I'm the real star. Come sniff around, leave a like, and don't forget to boop that follow button. Bork bork!
• “Bork Borking”: My bark shakes windows.
• Zoomie Execution: Perfected post-poop running in circles.
• Snack Seeking: You'll never know I was there.
• Strategic Drooling: Always in the spot you'll step in barefoot.
This week's edition discusses the art of the post post-poop zoomie and its importance in daily dog life.
• Breed: Tibetan Mastiff
• Age: 5 years old
• Weight: Classified (but think bowling ball with legs)
• Favorite Hobby: Scaring delivery drivers
• Least Favorite Thing: Getting the fur on my feet trimmed
• Secret Fear: My toes being touched
They say a picture's worth a thousand borks. These snapshots capture me in all my glory: mid-zoomie, mid-nap, mid-drool. Viewer discretion advised (for cuteness overload).
A majestic view from my comfy spot. The world is my oyster (or, well, the floor).
Dreaming of squirrels and adventures beyond the glass while my drool freezes to the windowsill.
This is my contribution to the carpet's art collection.
I lounge against the house while I watch birds use my fur to build nests.
I may be a very big boy but I enjoy taking naps in small spaces.
I have been asked to come inside, but I am quite comfortable out here.
I only recently stopped escaping my yard to take walks, now I am a good boy when I walk on a leash.
I love going on adventures with my humans, as long as its not a trip to the vet.
I may not be allowed to eat human food, but I can still dream about it, and drool a little.
I often ponder the mysteries of the universe (mostly why I can't eat toilet paper)while napping in the sun.
I contribute 110% of all drool production in this household.
When I tuck in my paws I look like a ball of fluff hovering over the floor.
Not every shot is majestic, sometimes the tongue's out, the eyes are crossed, or I trip over my own paws. These are the unfiltered, unflattering, and totally hilarious moments that keep my humans laughing.
My jowls work well as blankets for my paws when I take an afternoon nap.
I look like a loaf of bread when I nap on my belly.
When I wake up from a deep nap even my ear fur is messy.
Sometimes when I sleep I twist myself into impossible positions.
When there is no mailman to bork at I like to lean against the fence and watch the leaves fall.
Once in a while I allow my humans to dress me up for special occasions like Halloween.
When I sleep in funny positions my humans like to take pictures of me.
Here is a picture of me looking annoyed after a birthday party where I didn't get any cake.
I prefer to sleep on the floor but when I do get into bed and the zoomies hit, it's a whole new level of chaos.
Waking up to the sound of the mailman knocking on the door is my favorite alarm clock.
If you thought the nighttime zoomies were chaotic you have no idea how wild the morning zoomies can get.
Just like for any other hardworking house dog, Mondays are ruff.