On cold days, like it’s been this week, it seems like outside fun slows waaaaaaay down and Mom has to dream up inside fun.
Is this for me?
Me? I just dream of warmer days, mud and lots of ball playing.
That didn’t last long. Is there more?
I’ve never had bison jerky before….
Then on to one of my favorite food groups: PEANUT BUTTER!All while the kitties watched.
This is the most entertainment we’ve had lately!
And speaking of kitties…my buddy Binky over at Angels Whisper nominated me for the Blog of 2013 Award!
I was so impressed that it made me want to do a happy dance!Thanks Binky and Granny!
Pee Ess: Did you see it’s snowing on my blog! We even got a few flakes here this morning.
Today, being my birthday and all, I’m going to tell you why I’m thankful I’ve made it to 4 years old. And besides, Thanksgiving is tomorrow, so what better time than now?
- Mom–boy, am I ever thankful she is my Mom. She’s put up with a lot over the past 4 years and I can come up with some doozies. Like the time I ate some marijuana and ended up in ICU overnight. Or the voles I dug up out at 1000 acres. Or all the mud I seem to find sticking to my furs (I’m REALLY thankful for that warm water hose-off I now get). There are some really good things I do too, like snuggles and kisses and lots and lots of walks. I have to keep Mom in shape, you know–it’s especially important in her advanced years.
- Dad-he’s my go-to guy. If I need a tummy rub–he’s there. If I need anything requiring an opposable thumb–he’s there. If I want to lay in bed way after Mom gets up–he’s there. Dad is my rock.
- My Friends–I luv, luv, luv all my human friends. You take me places when Mom disappears for days and days. And you play ball with me and give me some of the nummiest treats ever! You know who you are–here’s a big smoochie on your nose (Dad taught me that and I do it well).
- I don’t necessarily like every dog there is out there any more, but I guess that’s OK. BUT, I have a few doggie furiends that I often go play with.
A rousing game of stick
They’re comfortable–like a warm blankie or a nice smelly antler. And I get really excited when we all pile into a car together and take off for an adventure.
- And then there’s you–all of you out in Blogville. What would I do without you? You laugh at my silly pictures and are in awe of all the mud I find–I have a knack, you know.
- It wouldn’t be complete without my kittehs. Yes, I heckle them. I want to herd them. I keep telling them I’m still a youngster, sowing my wild oats (I guess girl dogs sow oats).
Has she gone yet?
They’ve accepted me and that’s all right. I’ll even share my bed with them! See?
So, here I am. 4 years old.
Somehow, I, a working dog, find prey very interesting–especially these elusive field mice that are all over the place at 1000 Acres. Even with the wind blowing my tail feathers backwards, I’m able to get my snotter far into a tunnel. But, it’s very hard work so
Guess what?!?!?Mud is never far away this time of year and I cool down!! (Note the wind is still blowing really hard–it helps dry the mud on my furs)
Pretending I’m the creature from the
black mud lagoon….
And all that leads to what wind and mud equal
^Did you notice the faucet? I now get a warm hose off! Even in freezing weather.
The weather was yucky last week and I’ve done my very best to drive Mom, Dad and the kitties NUTS. And Mom was downstairs sewing and not paying attention to me (or you). The nerve…right?
Chasing SQs was some of the best entertainment to be had…
pretty boring, huh?
In between harassing Mystic
Ready to romp?
She loves it–really
and looking all googly-eyed at Mom (walk? I need a walk NOW), I reflected on some recent beach trips and all the critters (or what’s left of them) I find on the beach. You know a Renaissance Dog is well-versed in various sciences, so today I wanted to introduce you to Invertebratology (or whatever it’s called). Invertebrates are all pretty spineless critters, at least that’s what I think.And we’ve seen all of these just lying around waiting for me to sniff (or have a little game of sand dollar frisbee). But spineless or not, I think the best are the crab pieces. They smell…well…just plain good. And easy to roll on or chew. Whatever tickles your fancy.
See? Being a Renaissance Dog isn’t hard at all! We all know those spineless critters–worms and slugs count, you know.
Stay tuned for the next chapter….
About a zillion years ago, there were these humans who were deep thinkers and thought “a man can do all things if he will.” This thought considered man the centre of the universe, capability development was limitless. This led to the notion that ‘men should try to embrace all knowledge and develop their own capacities as fully as possible’. Now, that was a whole lot of words (as far as I’m concerned) and I think the canine world shouldn’t be left out of this definition.
Not at all.
So, I decided to begin a series to show that I, a dog, can be a renaissance
And if I can do it—so can you!
Today, we’ll work on the arts. I clearly appreciate ‘art’ (which means I don’t pee on it), so this statue caught my eye. I was impressed that so many little pieces of ‘stuff’ could be made into a dog. Could this be the proverbial bionic dog? Or is it just an artful display of metal this and that? That got me to thinking–what about all the little pixels that make up a photo? They’re a gazillion pieces of stuff too.
Take a blurry photo, for example.
Can it be turned into a ‘work of art’?
That ball was just…
and within my
And the picture was just…
B..A..D (Mom would say ‘crap’, but I was trying to be polite).
I thought and thought, and decided
YES, I can to it!
My work of art.
To be successful, I do believe you have to keep your eye on the ball.So, I concentrate.
And pay attention to what I’m doing.
Success is mine…
even if it’s on the bounce.
I think she loves meOr maybe it’s just the blankie…..
Are YOU ready for Halloween?