Clarkson, meet Clarkson.

I have a twitter account that I rarely use. In early 2009, I joined upon hearing that it was going to be the next big thing in social media. I, like many other people who feared that facebook would just become the next Friendster or MySpace, thought to myself "why not try to be ahead of the curve on this one." Unfortunately, twitter never really took off for me. I think that is mainly due to the fact that I could not understand what I was supposed to use it for? None of my friends were on twitter, so I couldn't use it to communicate with them or keep up with what they were doing. What was the point? Soon my existentialist tweets of "what are we doing on here?" became less frequent, until finally I was once again a strict facebook user.

Everything changed yesterday. Yesterday, I found twitter's purpose. Yesterday, I nearly twit my pants.

I had signed back onto twitter on a whim and began scrolling through various celebrity twitter accounts. It seems that Kelly Clarkson has recently joined twitter. Kelly Clarkson has recently joined twitter and she sometimes, although infrequently, will send tweets back to her fans. Here it was! Twitter's purpose!

Finally, I have an opportunity to (virtually) introduce Sergeant Clarkson to his namesake, Kelly Clarkson. I have an opportunity to introduce the little muppet baby to the pop star that I admire so much that I chose to name my dog after her. Yes, I have an opportunity, but I need your help.

So I have sent a couple of tweets already to Kelly trying to get her to click on the link to this blog, however, she literally receives HUNDREDS of tweets a day, so I don't think that I have had any luck. That's where you come in. I need you to tweet her. I need you to join twitter and tweet her. We're going to start a twitter campaign. We're going to start a twitter campaign that will help me reach the ultimate goal: a virtual Clarkson/Sergeant Clarkson introduction. A tweet from @kelly_clarkson herself that says "that puppy in Chicago that is named after me is totally cute." That's our goal! Can we make it happen? YES. WE. CAN.

http://www.twitter.com/

Join. All you need is an email address. Then search for Kelly Clarkson by clicking on "Find People" and typing in "Kelly Clarkson." Make sure that you get the real Kelly Clarkson, her twitter account can be found at www.twitter.com/kelly_clarkson. Once you get to her page, click on the little button that says "follow."

Ok, you're all set to help make the virtual introduction possible.

Click the "home" button. Now where it says "What's Happening?" I need you to type the following message verbatim:

@kelly_clarkson have you heard about the adorable puppy who is named after you? http://sergeantclarkson.blogspot.com/

Also, send this to anyone you know who would be interested in seeing the Sarge (virtually) meet Kelly Clarkson. Please. Thanks.

Finally, Kelly, if you end up finding this link, here is Sergeant Clarkson, the puppy we named after you. Our intention was originally to get a female dog, but the breeder only had one male left in her litter. We decided to butch him up with "Sergeant." Sergeant Clarkson was born. He's an awesome dog and he's very excited to meet you. And so is his owner.

Thanks,

@seanthiggins

The cat-dog that stares out the window loves me!

I realize I haven't blogged in a while, but quite frankly, there has not been much to report on what's new with the muppet baby. Puppy classes are going swimmingly, not only because Clarkson is learning some basic obedience, but also because he has made it through every single class without peeing all over himself and his classmates. Sadly, I am unable to report the same news with respect to every other puppy in the class. It's like a water park every Sunday at 6:15 p.m.

Joe and I recently took a couple of (separate) weekend trips - Joe went to Mexico first while I stayed home with Clarkson, and then I took a quick trip to Florida to visit Christa and Josh while Joe stayed behind. It was pretty cool to come home to such an excited puppy! I don't know if it's his personality or what, but Clarkson does not care when we get home from work. Not at all. I'm used to dogs that bark and jump and feverishly wag their tails at the sight of their owner returning home, but when we let him out of his crate, Clarkson essentially yawns in our faces. He yawns, stretches, and then promptly finds a toy that is exponentially more interesting than us.

The yawn, stretch, toy routine was not what we got when each of us returned from our respective weekend trips. As you can imagine, I was SUPER excited to see him so when I got out of my cab I looked up at our unit and he was staring out the window and I SWEAR he saw me. I realize he was three stories above me. And he is only 4 months old. And color blind. And not really capable of complex thought. But he totally saw me. Anyway, I came charging up the stairs and when I got in the door, he was finally excited to see me. Like really, really, pee your pants excited to see me! Of course he didn't actually pee his pants as he's the jedi knight of potty training, but it was still great to see him go crazy like that! Joe got the same reaction when he returned from Mexico a week earlier. In a few weeks, we are both going to be leaving him for a whole week when we head to Europe to celebrate Andrew and Iain's birthdays! I can't wait to see what happens when we get back. Many people have warned that he may be pissed off at us and act disinterested. I assure you if that happens, I will most likely just fall to pieces.

"WHEN WILL HE LOVE US AGAIN???"

That'll be a fun 20 minutes for Joe.

Here's a picture of him perched on our couch, staring out the window. This is what I saw from three stories below when I got home from Florida. He's so awesome. He's a cat. A muppet baby cat-dog and I looooove him.

Puppy 101 - Clarkson is Straight?!?

Clarkson started puppy training classes last week. Basically, we shelled out some dough to take the nugget to a class once a week where we learn some basic commands and obedience skills. Last Sunday was the first class, and I think it's safe to say the class will provide plenty material for the blog.

To start with, when we showed up on the first day, we were greeted with a room full with five other puppies, all of which were roughly twice Clarkson's size and all of which were female. Clarkson = fresh meat.

Each class, the puppies and their respective yuppy owners assemble in a circle around the room where we all listen to the instructor lecture on how we get our puppy to listen to us. The whole situation is comical because we owners listen intently, trying desperately to gain insight into what the F is going on in the brain of the puppies, and all the while the puppies do not even pretend to listen at all. Nope. They spend the class barking at each other, peeing (literally) with excitement. So far there have been four accidents (none from Clarkson, two from a particularly restless dog named Girdie). All the puppies want to do is PLAAAAY, and every ten minutes or so, the puppies are allowed to do so. We take them off leash and let them run wild.

Enter Sophie.

Sophie is a long-haired German Shepherd who has the hots for Clarkson. Well, she either has the hots for Clarkson or she wants to beat the sh*t out of him, I can't really tell, but I prefer to think it's the former. Everytime the dogs are let loose, Sophie is after Clarkson like white on rice. Sophie is the main aggressor, but really all the female dogs are after him. During the last class, Clarkson ended up on his back and pinned to the ground four times! Four times! Two times by Sophie, one time by Ellie, and one time by a tag-team Sophie/Girdie combination.

Needless to say, this is all very foreign to me. I came out of the closet when I was nineteen and never had girls chasing me. Shocking, I know. Even though I may not understand it, I kinda think he's asking for it. In fact, I think he may even like it...

More updates on Clarkson's progress with "sit," "down," and "Clarkson get Sophie OFF of you" later, but for now I will leave you with these immortal words of Ms. Britney Spears:

"Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer, oh womanizer, oh you're a womanizer, baby, you you you are, you you you are, womanizer, womanizer, womanizer (womanizer)"

The Christmas '09 Bite

Clarkson had stopped sneezing and all was well in the Jiggins' house as we geared up for the holidays. My brother Kevin was hosting my entire family at his home in Naperville for Christmas and he gave us the go-ahead to bring the muppet baby. Boy did we not know what we were getting into that day...

Clarkson immediately peed in Kevin's house as soon as we walked in the door. Awesome. The dog hasn't had an accident in our house in over a month and this is what happens within minutes of our arrival. I think that he was excited to meet Kevin's 110 lbs. golden retriever, Domer.

Domer is an awesome dog who has a penchant for eating napkins but other than that he's completely harmless. Here is a video of Clarkson and Domer at play (if you can't tell, Caitlin thought this was funny):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ry5m3ujZjVg

As you can see, the dogs were getting along great! I would say that this playing went on for nearly an hour or so until it happened: the Christmas '09 Bite.

There was a bit of a size advantage for Domer so in order for Clarkson to get in his licks, he was forced to jump up to Domer's mouth. Apparently at one point, he jumped straight into Domer's mouth as Domer was nipping back, and well, Domer connected. All of the sudden Clarkson let out a crazy, bloodcurdling series of screams that literally sounded like an alarm. An alarm with no snooze. An alarm which would NOT shut off. I have never in my life heard a dog scream like that. I don't think anyone in the room had heard anything like it either because everyone kind of stood there, downright confused from the screams. Everyone except my dad...

My dad came CHARGING into the kitchen (where the bite happened) with the grace of a herd of elephants. "ALL RIGHT....CALM DOWN....EVERYONE CALM DOWN....ALL RIGHT." My dad, bless him, does not have a soothing voice. All the while, Clarkson's alarm screams are getting progressively louder and faster. Imagine a tornado siren interspersed with the screams of "ALL RIGHT....ALL RIGHT...CALM DOWN!" This was Christmas 2009.

Unsurprisingly, the rival screams of my dad did not calm the dog down. Once he was able to pass the dog over to me, Clarkson eventually stopped screaming and I rushed him out of the room to the (white-carpeted) dining room. It was there where we found out that the muppet baby was bleeding! Up until I saw the actual blood, I was convinced that Clarkson was in fact a stuffed animal. A little teddy bear stuffed with rainbows and sunshine.

Nope. He's a real dog and he had real pain and I almost collapsed. The bleeding stopped after a few minutes, but Clarkson was definitely spooked. So was Domer! One minute they were playing and the next he was dealing with absolute Chaos! We made sure that Clarkson was ok and gave him lots of treats and attention for the remainder of the night.

So at this point Clarkson has peed and bled on the carpet. Super awesome. Anyway, by the time we left, Clarkson was running around again, acting totally normal. Clarkson and Domer were even playing again, which was such a relief. Just before we were about to leave, Clarkson started running frantically around the couch letting out a stream of urine in his wake. No squatting. No raising of the leg. Just running and peeing. Are you kidding me? It was time to go.

It just so happened that we had a vet appointment the next day for the last of his immunizations so they were able to take a look at the wounds. They shaved off a little piece of his hair to take a closer look and everything checked out ok. Now he just looks like a badass. A badass who lost his two front baby teeth (simply because they fell out, nothing to do with the bite). Hilarious!!

Tonight we are taking the toothless and scarred muppet baby to his first puppy training class.

It's the first day of school! I must sign off now as I have to pack his lunch and take his picture on the stairwell after we measure him and mark off how tall he has gotten in the garage.

Kidding.

Kind of.