I think she loves meOr maybe it’s just the blankie…..
Are YOU ready for Halloween?
Mom was on jury duty the last couple of days leaving me with lots of time to think. What would it be like if I was on jury duty? OR, even worse, I was the defendant. My imagination began to run wild….
Ball playing. Now, I do a mighty fine job of playing ball (at least I think so), but could someone accuse me of jumping too high and hogging the ball?
So, I thought and thought about my defense:
I, Sage, admit I am a ball-obsessed dog, but if another dog wants my ball–let ‘em have it. There’s always more. Or! Believe it or not, I will find something else to do. And, yes, I jump high–I’ve been doing agility for the past 2 1/2 years and little ol’ me goes over 20″ jumps now. Oh, and I catch the ball almost every time. So, I think I’m
Hole digging: This is a tough one. I dig. And I love it. What if someone accused me of digging too many holes?
What in the world would my defense be this time? Is there a defense?
Aha! Got it!!
Um, Mom said that wasn’t a defense.
OK, how’s this: I no longer dig up Mom’s yard. I no longer dig under the fence and roll in very stinky stuff. I only dig at the river and ONLY at the shore line (the only place Mom lets me). And, the tide is always out when I do it and my hole is gone as soon as it comes in. A brilliant defense, don’t you think? And think of the satisfaction I get.
I think that gets me a
Rolling in ‘stuff’: I know, you’re thinking about all the really stinky stuff us dogs roll in. I think I’m probably guilty of this one–THE STINKIER THE BETTER–that’s what I say. And the jury would sentence me to the biggest bath EVER!
But what about just general rolling. Like on the floating dock at the river? With humans with their kayaks or canoes or are kissy-facing?
I have a pretty good defense here–it’s fairly clean and all those bumps feel sooooo good. AND, I don’t get any dirtier! AND, best of all, the humans love me! Yes, little ol’ me. Well, at least they love my rolling….
And then Mom came home from her jury duty. She sat and sat and sat, but no one wanted her to be on their jury. I was sooooo glad, because all that stuff I was thinking about
Mom got home Wednesday and I was ready for a bunch of mom-time. She didn’t disappoint me–off we went for a trip to the river. Ball-playing. Swimming. Digging. Then some agility the next day. What more could a dog have? (psst: whisper mud)
Somehow, I was feeling a little unfulfilled, but that didn’t last–you know Mom comes through in the end. And she did! Today, I met my friends Caly and Tucker for a walk in the woods.I hadn’t seen them in ages, so it was like old home week. Caly was so happy, she thought a little kissy face would be good. Me? Not so sure, but I let her have her fun. After all, it was Caly.
There’s nothing better than a good run in the woods. It felt sooooooo good.
Trees were changing; leaves were falling and there was a crispness in the air. What a perfect day! And what made it so perfect, you say?
I found mud!I’m one happy dog!
Pee Ess: Mom was in
shock awe when I emerged from that storm drain and, you guessed it. I had a bath.
Mom’s still gone, but that doesn’t stop me from telling you all about the stuff that’s been happening. Did you know she visited a cat? It wasn’t any ordinary cat, it was Savannah! And Mom got to pet her.
I wish I was there, I’d have licked her on her ears, like I do my kittehs. What’s that, Mom? Oh, I see. Only Moms can pet her…not dogs. Mom and Savvy’s Mom had a fun time and maybe they’ll come see me sometime. I can show them all the fun mud holes in Portland!
Speaking about mud holes–the rain finally stopped and guess what happened? Everything turned to M..U..D! Especially out at 1000 Acres, where I went with my buds Heidi, Toby and Macy. They don’t like the mud as much as I, but they’re not above wading in the stuff.
And watching me wallow!
I do love my mud. (Mom look! I’m smiling)
All the hu-mans have me figured out, and off to the river we went!
And you know, I don’t complain–it means swimming. And balls. And sticks.
But somehow, they outsmarted me on the way back. I ended up on a leash and had to walk by the biggest mud hole ever–a whole road’s worth.
It was the best ‘pit’ ever!
It’s been raining for days here in the Pacific NW, but it seems like forever in dog years. I look out the window and stare wistfully at the street. I bet you’re saying: Sage, you LOVE water. What’s up? Well, you know, it has to be on my terms. I’m a true Oregon dog–mud and water–but this stuff falling from the sky, day after day, gets me all confuserated–how am I supposed to swim in it? There’s puddles, that’s for sure, but I only get in them after running and running and running and getting H..O..T. We’ve managed to get a few walks in, but you know me! It’s NOT enough.So, I dreamed of my last trip to the coast–just a few days ago–before the rain. I usually go with Mom’s friend’s pack–Toby, Heidi and Macy. But we added more-a pack of 6! Notice who’s the smallest :). How much fun was that? (LOTS)
It starts with a race across the sands. Heidi watches as I zoom by.Then a little surf time
I love running out and cooling down in the water!
You already know I found a sand dollar or two. After a rousing game of sand dollar frisbee, we stopped to take a rest. I sorta got covered with sand, but I don’t know how that happened…
Heidi rested a little bit differently than I.
She’s my newest BFF–I even taught her some of the finer points of herding and she now does a pretty good job of the initial crouch. Interestingly, some of the Saint Bernard’s ancestral roots are Swiss herding dogs, even though they were bred for rescue.
But as all dreams go, they come to an end…
Sage: Is it EVER going to stop raining?
Mom: It will, but not before I have to leave you for a week.
Sage: WHAT? My dream just turned into a nightmare!
Mom: I know, I know. You’ll be fine, though. Your pack will be around and you’ll be well taken care of by your Dad and your favorite pet-sitter. And besides, I’m going to take care of the Popstar. She talks about her ‘Sagie’ all the time. And you know I’ll send you pictures! AND, we’ll have lots of fun when I get home.
Sand dollar frisbee.
I was lounging around reading blogs and stuff, when I tried on some glasses that were next to the bed. I noticed they were a bit off.
These glasses are all wonky.
So, off we went to the eyeglass store. It was within walking distance so I chalked up another walk for the day. When we got to the store, I took one look. What to do…what to do. There were so many styles.
Then we had a word or two with the eye doctor and he said dogs don’t need glasses. Um, Mom, I TOLD you it was YOU that needed to get those glasses fixed.
I’m sooooo glad Mom took that huge bag of green papers with her. She now has new glasses and I don’t have to lead her home!