Digging for Dollars

You know how hot I get when I run, run, run and then have to wallow in the nearest mud-puddle? Well, it’s the same when I go to the coast, except there’s no mud. I just race out to the surf and lay down to cool off. Then there’s the problem with what to drink. I was drinking the ocean water even though Mom took lots and lots of fresh water with us. She kept telling me to ‘leave it’ and I think I finally figured out why. (Mom says, if you’re squeamish, don’t read what I did). That’s the weirdest water–you drink it and it comes back up so fast my head spins. Sometimes it was coming out both ends. So, this last time, I didn’t drink the ocean water! Mom was sooooooo proud of me. Instead, I had the best time frolicking in the waves.

Then I had a thought about earning some green papers. Do you remember that some bipeds used to Dial for Dollars? That was way back before I was born, but Mom remembers.  I wanted to take that one step further and Dig for Dollars.

Aha! I found one.

The dig begins

Now I’m digging in earnest

It’s not easy to find a a perfect dollar, but perseverance wins and success was had! 

Do you think this’ll get me a whole lot of green papers, Mom?

I Must Be Living Right!

Those of you who are my Facebook friends already know the big news–my Sagemobile is fixed! Here’s what I think happened:

The people at the Volkswagen plant way over in Germany read my blog and knew…just KNEW…how important the Sagemobile is to me. So they hurried up and made a new ignition switch, put it on a rocket and sent it all the way to Portland, Oregon. It landed BAM right into my car. And it was all fixed. Just like that!! 

I knew what that meant.

Anticipation was building.

I was pacing the floor…

let’s go MOM, let’s go!!

So off we went to my favorite place ever…1000 Acres.

I had the best time running and playing. There were plenty of mud puddles and I made sure to inspect most of them. I saw this giant bird (a blue Heron) out by a pond and swam over to see it better, except it decided to go somewhere else. I think it dipped its wing at me as it flew over. 

Blue heron taking off

B&W Tongue

Friday Wrap-Up–A Must Read!!

Lots going on here in Sageville, so, let’s get started!

Treeland Security:

There’s been a lot of chatter in the trees in and around Portland about two cells of terrorist squirrels. One cell’s red and the other is brown. The chatter has gotten so intense, that I was appointed Head of Treeland Security for the Region. Holy crow, what a job! Sightings have been EVERYWHERE.

While at the Mt. Tabor dog park this week, I spied a member of the brown cell. I know it was plotting something nefarious, so I took up the chase. I came upon a gate going out the dog park which opens inward so ‘most’ dogs can’t just push their way out. With a flick of my paw, I was out the gate and hard on the heels of the terrorist. I cleared another fence without batting an eye and cornered the critter up a tree.

You say: Where was my faithful assistant, Mom? She was standing back there looking stunned at my fearless exploits. What’s up, Mom? You can’t open the gate? Do you need my help? Shake a leg!

Needless to say, the terrorist eluded me yet again. Never fear, though. It’s the brave exploits of myself and members of my team that will keep us safe.

I SCORED!

A bi-ped form of evil came to our house the other evening and tried to steal the Sagemobile. Yes! You heard right. MY SAGEMOBILE. The only form of transportation I’m allowed in when I try my best to get muddy. Fortunately we have a vigilant neighbor who chased the evil one away, but not before the ignition switch was ripped out of the steering wheel. Mom said he was going to try to ‘hot-wire’ the car, whatever that means. 

The bad news is it’s gonna cost Mom 525 green papers to get a new switch. The GOOD news is it’s going to take about 3 weeks to get fixed!! What? You say? This is what Mom told me: Volkswagens have very good security and ignition switches are specific to the VIN number on the car. It has to be manufactured in Germany and shipped to Portland. Way too technical for my little brain.

So, why is this good news? Because I get to ride in the new car!!

AND, because it’s for so long, Mom will have to take me to lots of somewheres where I’ll get dirty. I just know it.

WW: Tunnel? Or Not?

                                                         Hmmm. What’s in there?

                                      Can you find me?

 

A Mud Bath-Revisited

Today, Pamela, over at Something Wagging dedicated her post to the benefits of mud. Yes, I said M..U..D!  There are some major benefits… I knew it, I knew it!!

So, I thought back to when I told you what I thought about mud (that was waaaaaay back in January 2011, when Toby was still with us) and decided to re-play that post for you.

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They say a mud bath is good for you. It has healing properties and said to be a beauty treatment that revitalizes the skin; gets rid of toxins; exfoliates and nourishes–whatever. I think mud is just plain good–good to eat and good to lay in. It’s suppose to be warm, or maybe hot–that’s what hu-mans think. They don’t know the beneficial factors of COLD mud. Yes, C-O-L-D COLD mud. It’s invigorating.

Who knows how cold that mud was. I don’t have a thermo-meter with me. Mom said it was COLD! 35 degrees COLD, well, not the mud puddle–it was probably colder. Hu-mans are such wimps (except those Polar Bear crazies). They just don’t know good MUD!!

I was sorta a “fountain of mud” here

Rolling is always good.

Shake it, baby, shake it!!

I bet you can’t guess how much dirt was in the tub when I got a bath? Mom wouldn’t even do it in her tub–she took me to this place where they washed dogs. And I scored with a ton of treats!!

When Mom’s Away

I still get to play! My Uncle M and Aunt V took me out to 1000 Acres last weekend. We hopped into the Sagemobile and off we went…M knows how much I love it out there.

I was on my bestest of all behavior…I know M can throw a mean ball!

See how nice I ‘sit’?

I met some new friends

They didn’t like the water quite as much as I do, but, that’s OK. I had my ball! 

There was a point somewhere in our adventure where the urge to dig took hold. I just don’t know what comes over me sometimes, but dig I did. In a mud-puddle. And I couldn’t hear Uncle M telling me to stop. Somehow, my hearing gets turned off when I’m concentrating really, really hard on a job like that. I guess he thought I’d get out and chase that ball, but digging is one of those things that you just gotta do sometimes. Do you ever feel that way? Well, I guess I was in trouble because I didn’t listen. Oops…

Or maybe it’s because I went right back in and started digging again. I guess that’s why Uncle M put me on the leash….

I try really, really hard to be good when Mom is gone, but sometimes when she gets back I have to let her know what I think about it. So, when she took me to agility yesterday, I decided not to listen. Fixed her!!

I can’t quite figure out why, but I just don’t get away with it with anyone. Mom calls it ‘acting out’. Do you ever do that when your Mom or Dad is gone?

B&W Sunday: You Want Me to Scratch Where?

Right there, dog. Yes! That’s the spot.

Sometimes Mystic takes it a bit over the edge, at least in this dog’s opinion, and expects me to be her personal groomer. I guess she thinks rubbing against me is like rubbing a genie, except I thought genies were supposed to take human form.

Getting Lost is Scary.

Before Mom left, we went to 1000 Acres with my friends Toby, Heidi and Macy for what we thought was a quick trip. The trees were blooming and the sky was blue. I was all set for a racing, chasing couple hours of fun.

I alway stop at my favorite mud hole to cool off, but this is what I found. Was this a portension of what was to come?

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Can you believe it? What’s a self-respecting, mud-wallowing dog to do? But, don’t worry, I didn’t ponder about it very long. I had my friends with me and there’s always the job of looking for balls in the meadow to look forward to.

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We took a new path and ended up at the Columbia River. We (that’s us dogs) took off down to the shoreline, but Mom and her friend decided to go another way. They called us up the hill and we took off down the path. Except Toby wasn’t with us. And he didn’t come. We searched and search up and down the shoreline, but Toby wasn’t to be found. After an hour or so, Mom and I went up the hill to see if he’d come back. We called and called and finally here he came! He didn’t tell us where he’d been, but we were so glad to see him, that we didn’t care. His Mom was very relieved, but she made sure he stayed really close the rest of the way back to the car.

It would be scary to get lost, so I always make sure I can see Mom when we are out and I’m racing around. And she’s glad I do that too!

Pee Ess: I Skyped with Mom and she said she’s sorry we haven’t been to visit everyone. She got a sinus infection and has been very busy getting better and playing with the little Popstar. But she’s almost better now. 

Waiting and Watching

Mom got that darned suitcase out again.

She’s off to stay with the Popstar for a whole week!
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Dad and I are taking care of the house and the kitties while she’s gone.

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We’ve got some fun things planned.

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And, maybe she’ll Skype with me.

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I’ll be waiting, Mom!