National Sibling Day

So today is National Sibling Day. So I suppose what I should do is talk about Frodo.  And me.  He’s my blood brother. Paxton is my half- brother. Well not exactly half – but we’ll call him that.

Now since Frodo and I are full brothers – with the same parents – I thought I should do a little “comparison” between us. The similarities and the differences. Here goes:

Similarity:  We both have hair.

Difference:  Color -he’s the creamy guy with grey overtones (he sounds like a paint color for walls).  I’m the striking grey with beige accented legs.  His coat mats immediately after you groom him. Me – I’m rough and tumble coated and my coat is easily good for a week without brushing. One other thing about hair… Frodo is currently sporting a cute haircut on his ears – compliments of moi. I love to do hair styling.

Similarity: We both love food.

Difference: None. Neither of us will pass up the chance to eat.  I stare at the door to the garage where the food is stored. Frodo dashes to wedge himself into the refrigerator whenever the door is opened – surveying the buffet. Until he is pulled out.

Similarity: We are smart. Very smart.

Difference: I like to improvise when doing obedience training. I’m not REALLY one to pay a lot of attention. Unless there are treats. I’m also more of a clown. Frodo is serious about obedience. Show him what to do, and he does it. If he isn’t sure what you want, though, he barks. I’m a pretty quiet worker.

Similarity: We both like the outdoors. Unless it is raining.

Difference: I like to disappear into the woods sometimes. With Paxton. We drive our human crazy. Frodo as a rule doesn’t take off. He’s gooooood. Cough. Cough. He stays and “protects” our human.

Similarity:  We both like to retrieve.

Difference:Frodo will retrieve 18 times and then says “ok, I’m bored. That’s enough.” He always brings the toy right back as well.  I will retrieve 1800 times. I never want to stop. Now I don’t always bring the toy straight back – but in general, I’m a retrieving machine.

Similarity: We both love our human.

Difference:Frodo is obsessed with our human. He waits for her outside the bathroom door. Then when she comes out, he does his own thing- but he needs to know where she is. Me? I’m not obsessive – but I LOVE to be cuddled. I will sit and stare and her in hope that she will pet me.  And then I don’t want her to stop.

So that’s me and my bro.  Oh and then of course, I should mention that we’re both stubborn. And we don’t like you touching our feet. 

So I guess when you weigh the similarities and differences – well, we really are pretty alike.  And we should be – we’re both PONs!  Except for one MAJOR thing.  I have a blog.  And he doesn’t.  : )

© Linda Wozniak

Tattletale

So last night, my human got home from work, took us out for a pee and fed us our supper.  While we were eating, she went to change out of her work clothes and into her dog-friendly attire.  Speaking of which – we had a very sad day in our house the other day.  My human’s very favorite, giant, worn-out, hole-ridden sweat pants – the pair that has seen many a dog hair and dog slobber and has been thrown on in haste to take out a dog more times than one can BEGIN to count – FINALLY died.  The drawstring that held up the pants, finally, after being broken before – broke beyond repair.  In a word – the pants are shot.  They haven’t YET gone in the trash – but they are REALLY beyond repair.  Yes.  It was a sad day.  Poor pants.  But I digress. 

While my human went to change, and she was in the bedroom, Frodo began to bark.  And bark.  And BARK.  Which as we all know, is Frodo’s “thing.”  But he generally doesn’t do it at suppertime.  And he had just been out.  He had just eaten.  My human shouted from the other room “Frodo – what’s your problem?  I’ll be right there.”  He continued to bark – to answer her question.  Basically, Frodo was being a tattletale.  And when my human came in, she saw what he was tattling about.  Paxton had stolen a big can of open pumpkin off the counter.  Déjà vu.  He has done it before.  My human in her haste to change her clothes, left the can on the counter.  And THAT’S why Frodo was barking.  Who does he think he is, Lassie? He is SUCH a tattletale.   When my human saw Pax with the can, Frodo stood there, quite smugly.  My human took the can – and Paxton just looked at Frodo.  Remind me never to do anything naughty while the “PON police is on patrol”.  Seriously, it’s not like HE doesn’t do anything bad.  I mean he…well he….OK he must do SOMETHING bad.  BESIDES bark.  Give me some time – I’ll think of something…tattletale.

© Linda Wozniak

Dog fighting…

Well today is another interesting day on the calendar.  And actually a pretty serious one for a change.  It is National Dog Fighting Awareness Day.  Dog fighting is a pretty awful thing.  And honestly, it’s bad humans that are responsible for it – not bad dogs.  I won’t go into the gory details of this horrific debacle – I just feel sorry for those poor dogs…Humans MAKE those dogs fight.  It’s just awful…

That being said, I DO have a confession to make.  On a VERY different level. Here goes….EVERY now and then, Frodo and I will get into a “scuffle.”  Probably once every 4 or 5 months.  It’s usually over a piece of food – and actually, I hate to admit it – but I’m usually the instigator.  And that’s typical when you look at cranky dogs – the research says that the youngest usually starts it.    With us boys, we make a LOT of noise for 4.7 seconds and then we quit.  Usually because Frodo has knocked me down and says “STOP IT SQUIRT!!!”  And I do.  And we shake ourselves off and go on to play.  The problem comes when I try to pull rank on Paxton.  He’s too nice.  He just sits there.  Unlike Frodo who tells me to stop, he does nothing.  Again – this is VERY, very rare – but when it happens, my human takes me by the collar and puts me in the hallway all by myself.  Solitary. 

Although these instances are very rare, when they happen, my human resorts very seriously to the “nothing in life is free” routine.   I have to do something before I get anything.  And I am the LAST one to get anything.  The last one to go out,  the last one to get a treat.  I am reminded that I am not exactly the “Top Dog” in the house – although sometimes I like to THINK I am!  Mind you, I DO know that our human REALLY is the TOP DOG.

All in all, we boys REALLY are quite good.  I understand that girl dogs – er, bitches – can be MUCH more nasty than boys.  They will really put on a fight.  My human has heard of some households where two dogs need to be separated ALL the time.  She couldn’t imagine that.  What’s funny is that when I see other dogs, I’m kind of shy at first – and then I love them.  The whole wrestling thing with Frodo and Pax is simply a sibling thing. At least that’s what I’ll call it.

So there you have it.  For those who always thought I was an angel – well let’s just say that my halo DOES have a LITTLE, tiny bit of tarnish.  But I feel better just telling you – because as they say – confession is good for the soul!  And now for my penance, I’ll give Frodo and Paxton one of my treats.  Suuuuuuuuuuure I will……  Good thing those boys love me!

©  Linda Wozniak

Post PON Day

I am so excited.  First I want to thank all of those people – around the WORLD who posted pictures of their PONs and celebrated the first PON Day!  I know it was announced with very little warning – but heaven knows, if you are owned by a PON you have to be ready for anything!!  Next year, we’ll begin to plan WAY ahead of time – and We can start thinking of some activities that we can all do.  But given the short notice this time – it was GREAT how many PONs posted their pictures and wished one another a Happy PON Day.  It was PONtastic. THANK YOU!!!!!!

Easter was also a great day.  The rabbit ear photos thankfully had been completed before Sunday, so we got to relax and enjoy the day.  We played “find the treat” – instead of “find the egg.”  And GUESS who TOTALLY was the BEST at this game.  I mean – who found EVERY treat?  Who used his nose to hunt out every single morsel?!  YOURS TRULY!   I was THE best.  When we first started, we got to watch where my human would hide the treat – just so we would get the idea.  Then after we did, we were each sequestered in another room while she did the hiding.  And I’m not bragging – well, OK I am – but I was THE BEST. Frodo, the good dog whom one would ASSUME would be good at this – since he is good at everything else (maybe just a BIT of sibling rivalry here) – well he just went CRAZY running around – and hardly used his nose at ALL – and didn’t even find all the treats.  Paxton wasn’t BAD, but he is SUPER slow and methodical.  Paint dries faster.  But he did find 90% of the treats.  And me?  100% and fast too.  But not crazy fast.  My human watched me and started thinking that MAYBE she should try something called “tracking” with me.  She knows other PONs who have done it.  We may have found my new leisure past time!  If the new hobby involves treats, I’m IN.

So thanks again for sharing in PON Day.   A special day – for special dogs.  Oh.  And by the way. You humans who we own really are pretty special too!

© Linda Wozniak

HAPPY PON Day!!!!!!!

Happy Dyngus Day!  AND Happy PON Day!!!!  First off let’s start with an explanation about Dyngus Day…It’s a holiday in Poland and it is celebrated by Polish Americans as well.  It is not a government holiday – but cities where there are lots of Polish Americans celebrate the day – South Bend,  Chicago, Pittsburgh, to name a few – and the OFFICIAL Dyngus Day capitol of America – and the birthplace of my very own human- Buffalo, New York.

Dyngus day marks the end of lent – the day after Easter.  According to some sources, the pouring of water was an ancient spring rite of cleansing.  In Poland, men would throw water on girls and also hit them with pussy willows.  Some would also spray them with perfume.  All to get noticed, I understand.  I BET they were noticed.  But not to worry- for those who are crying sexism -because the next day, the women would throw dishes at the men.  Seriously.  I am NOT making this up.

Anyway, today in the US, there are huge celebrations – like those in Buffalo.  We’re talking a parade and EVERYTHING.  I wish I was there – I would be marching for SURE.  I also understand that there is much eating, dancing, and the odd drink. 

So given this celebratory day – it seems PERFECT that it would also be PON day!!!! While I believe that EVERY day is PON day, I think it’s cool to have a REALLY special day for us.  So for those reading this, who aren’t OWNED by a PON, here’s a quick review about us.

P.O.N. comes from Polski Owczarek Nizinny – the Polish words for Polish Lowland Sheepdog.    In an almost English sounding translation – polskee   ahv char-ek   ni szhinee.   Clearly, PON is easier!

We are an old breed, with early accounts of us dating back to the 13th century.  We were originally bred as flock herders.  We were not the flock guardians – that was done by bigger dogs – although my human would argue that we certainly guard OUR household!

Back in the 1500’s there is evidence that WE were directly involved in  breeding what became the Bearded Collie.  Yup.  You Beardie people can thank us – just send treats.  We were actively bred for years but by the beginning of the 20th century, sheep herding was supposedly not thriving, and we became less necessary.  After the First World War, a Countess decided to actively start breeding us again.  I think she was a VERY smart woman.  The first two PONs shown in a dog show were in 1924.  I wonder if those guys had fancy grooming tables and brushes? Some other kennels also started breeding us, through 1937. It was at that point that it looked like people were really getting interested in us.  But then some not-so-smart humans started the Second World War – and all the records on breeding were pretty much lost.  After the war, in 1948, the Polish Kennel Club was formed.  With lots of work and research, in 1957 the first kennel to register PONs was proclaimed.  The standard for PONs was written in 1959.  The “standard” for non-dog-show people are the “rules” that describe what a purebred dog should look like – in size, color, coat, etc.  In 1965, NINE PONS were shown at the World Dog Show.  The FCI officially recognized the breed in 1959, the American Kennel Club recognized us in 2001 (took them long enough) and the Canadian Kennel Club finally recognized us in 2006 in the herding group. Honestly, I’m not sure what all this “recognizing” means.  Were these kennel clubs not sure what we were?  I mean it’s not like you could mistake us for chihuahuas or something.

 Now for the good stuff.  WHAT is a PON REALLY like?  We are smart.  VERY smart.  And sometimes, according to my human – we CAN be just a LITTLE bit stubborn.  I don’t see it myself – but that’s what SHE says.  We are active – and honestly – DO require exercise.  Because IF you DON’T exercise us – at LEAST mentally – we WILL find things to do ourselves.  Like destroy things.    Smart and stubborn CAN be deadly combo.  But my human LOVES a challenge : )

Many of us LIKE food.  I mean REALLY like food.  REALLY LIKE FOOD.  So IF you humans are smart, and you want to teach us something…well, let’s just say that we LIKE to be rewarded.  LOTS. 

We’re mid-sized.  Which means you don’t need a van if you own us.  If you want us to look like the shaggy dogs you see in the magazines – you DO need to brush us.  If you start brushing us when we are LITTLE – your life will be much happier.  MUCH happier.  We require a good brushing probably once a week if you want to keep the shaggy, Beatles hair do.  If not, we are quite happy to be clipped down.

Some of us (read FRODO) also like to bark.  He likes to bark when my human gets up.  When she is getting dressed.  When she is getting our breakfast.  When she takes me out.  You get the picture.  Me – I’m not QUITE that vocal. 

We LIKE people, but can be suspicious of strangers.  If the strangers have treats – all the better.

And lastly, we are comedians.  Seriously.  I am not joking.  We have an uncanny way of making our humans laugh.  And here is fair warning – IF we have done something bad – that IS kind of cute – DO NOT LAUGH. Under NO CIRCUMSTANCES should you laugh – because one other trait is that we NEVER forget.  Ever.  We will remember.  And we will do whatever it was that we were not supposed to do.  Just because you laughed.  We also NEVER, EVER forget where the treats and food is stored.

So THAT’S the story of us PONs – and clearly we deserve a “day” for the unique, cool breed that we are. Some would say we are like potato chips.  You can’t have just one.  Me, I say we are like kielbasa.  If you have one link, you just have to have another. Speaking of which – it must almost be time for breakfast!

Have a WONDERFUL PON day!!!!! I know I will!
©  Linda Wozniak

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!  Wesolego Alleluia!!  That’s just about the extent of my human’s Polish.  Well.  That and “Merry Christmas”.  And for some reason, she also knows how to say “May a duck kick you with his left leg.”  Seriously.  Or at least that’s what someone told her she is saying! 

So. We survived the deluge of bunny ear photos – and we actually DID take some shots WITHOUT the ears.  

In the spirit of an egg hunt, we will be playing “find the treat.”  My human WAS going to put the treats in those plastic eggs for us to find – but she had visions of Bucket Head eating the whole egg – so we will JUST be searching for the treats.

Yesterday was a BANNER day.  We actually got to go for a WALK on the road with our human.  The road (and the driveway) was mostly clear of ice and snow – so we returned to our old routine – Frodo and I first- and then Paxton.  We couldn’t take the trail yet – because there is too much snow – but just getting out for a walk was WONDERFUL.  Until the neighbor stopped his car as he was passing on the road.  He wanted to find out what our names were – so he’ll know what to call us when we are in his yard.  Ooops.  Good thing he likes dogs.  My human sheepishly (pun intended) apologized for my and Paxton’s visitation – but he didn’t seem to mind.

So spring is in the air.  Treats are waiting to be found.  And the bunny ears are put away until next year.  Life is good!

 Have a great Easter!

© Linda Wozniak

MORE payback…

Payback. And more payback.  That’s what yesterday was all about. And in the end, I learned that humans sometimes DO win…

So the day began with the bunny ear payback by waking my human up on a holiday at the crack of dawn.  We thought we were PRETTY clever.  Until she called me into the garage.  For a full-out grooming session.  Not just a quick brush-me-so-I-don’t-look-like-a-mop session.  We’re talking the WHOLE torturous lie-on-the-table-and-and-have-half-your-coat-removed session.  Ugh.  Frodo was in the other room squeaking.  He wanted “in” because there are treats included in the full-out session.  And then when I was done, it was his turn.  When he realized what was happening, he wasn’t so anxious to go in after all.

Paxton escaped the groom-a-thon simply because he had it the other day.  And frankly, after wrestling with me and Frodo for several hours, my human didn’t have the strength to do Paxton too.

And THEN, if the grooming wasn’t enough, she took more Easter photos.  The FINAL product that will be shared on Sunday is WITHOUT the bunny ears.  Thank goodness for small miracles.  

So.  Now it was OUR turn again for payback. My human let us out in the yard to pee, while she surveyed the remnants of the luge run.  And I’ll blame it on the spring-like weather – and Paxton – but the two of us took off.  Over the ten foot high snow mountain, and we were GONE.  My human figured we wouldn’t go anywhere – the snow is still deep.  So she didn’t make anything of our great escape.  And of course, Frodo the “good dog” stayed behind.  After a few minutes, my human began to call us.  But we were possessed by the spring demons – and we were NOT coming back.  So she called more.  And blew the whistle.  Which usually works.   Nope. Two crazy canines on the lam.

So my human got in the car with Frodo and they drove up the driveway and down the road. She saw the neighbor walking up his driveway.  She rolled down the window and asked him if he had seen us.  “The big one and the little one?” he replied.  “Yup, they’re in the yard behind the house.”  My human said she would take the car home – and would come back to get us.  She took the car and Frodo home and grabbed two leashes.  JUST as she walked up our driveway and was almost to the road, here I came.  Trotting home happily.  Until I spotted my not-so-happy human. Oooooo baby she was not happy.  She put a leash on me and headed back to the neighbor’s place to look for Bucket Head.  And here he was.  Trotting up their driveway.  She put a leash on him and marched us both home.  She then marched us downstairs to the rec room and blocked the door with the gate – so we couldn’t come upstairs.  We were left in solitary while she took the “good dog” for a nice long walk.  When she got back, she let us out and we acted very contrite and grateful.

I think I’ll quit with the payback thing for now.  And besides, after Easter, there probably aren’t any holidays that will entail “dress up” photos. And if there is, there CAN’T be anything worse than the bunny ears, can there?

© Linda Wozniak

Payback

So it seems there are other people who like the idea of PON day.  And WHY not?  We deserve it.  I couldn’t find any other breeds that have a special day, either – so maybe we can start a trend.  Pass on the idea!

I’m not sure EXACTLY what I will do for PON day. There will no doubt be the obligatory photo shoot – but what will our human have us dress as for this one?  I mean – we ARE already PONs.  Mind you, it may be fun to put a mop on Paxton and make HIM look like a PON.  I have a couple of days to figure this one out.

My human posted some of the Snow Bunny blooper shots on Facebook.  As expected, they are dreadful.  But we did get revenge…

It’s Good Friday – which is a holiday in Nova Scotia.  Everything is closed and my human has the day off.  She just finished a VERY busy month-long program at work and  last night she turned off the alarm clock for this morning.  Time for bunny ear payback.

At our usual wake up time of 5AM, we started.  First, we had Paxton go and breathe in her face.  Then, FRODO jumped on the bed.  And rolled around.  Then, yours truly began to lick Paxton’s face which drives my human crazy.  And lastly, I simply went and SAT ON HER.  Then I rolled on top of her, while Paxton stood by and panted loudly.  She gave up and got up.

I wonder what we’ll do today – since it is raining out?  Who cares – our human is home and we KNOW she will think of something for us to do.  Maybe some “find the bunny” in preparation for Easter.

Have a good Good Friday. I know I will!

©  Linda Wozniak

"Unofficial" PON Day

Well. It seems that I managed to fool a LOT of people with my kitten story yesterday.  Score one for the joker!

So with all of these daily holidays and observances  someone asked the question, when is PON day?  Well. I think EVERY day is PON day. I mean seriously, we should be celebrated EVERY single day of the year.  OK. Maybe not on Christmas or Easter – but really – we are THAT special the rest of the year.

But I decided to do a search of the Internet to SEE if there was a PON day.  Nope.  There is something called International Dog Day in August.  But no PON day.  So how does one go about getting a “day?”  Well for it to be “official”, according to some references, it seems that one would need like 100,000 signatures to proclaim a day.  Are there even 100,000 PONs in the world?  I’m not so sure there are…But if one doesn’t want to use the word “official” or “International” in the title – one simply CAN create a day – if there are enough people interested. If enough people “take part” and “share the day” – it becomes a day.  And I think the Internet and Facebook in particular, are great ways to share.

So I think we NEED a PON day.  So I started searching for dates – which were pretty wide open if we just eliminate Christmas and Easter.  I looked for the dates when PONs were first “recognized” as a breed – and found years  but no specific dates. I’m sure someone knows that – but I don’t.  So in the meantime, I found another possible option.  Dyngus Day.  The day after Easter. In Polish tradition, the day after Easter, is a celebration when boys dump water on girls and hit them with pussy willows to get them to notice them.  OK.  It DOES sound a bit weird.  And no.  This is NOT another April Fools joke.  Anyway, the celebration is HUGE in Buffalo, New York – my human’s hometown.  Check it out: http://www.dyngusday.com/

So. If I had to pick a PON day, it would be the same day as Dyngus Day.  It would change each year – which is not great – but I kinda think that coordinating with another Polish celebration would be cool. 

Now I don’t want to assume I can proclaim this as an international holiday. I don’t have the “authority.”   And I don’t have time to organize any parade in my community.  But I can tell you this – on April 6, we will be celebrating “Unofficial PON Day” in our house.  We will post photos to my Facebook page – and share them with all my friends and followers -and all of my human’s friends.  All 4 of them.  Bring out the Pussy Willows and let the good times roll.  PON day.  And if you want to join in and celebrate “Unofficial” PON day– post YOUR photos on Facebook!!! And share them on my page!!!  I want to see them!!!

I just hope my human can find some Polish sausage in Halifax by next Monday…

©  2015 Linda Wozniak

A BIG surprise!!!

I have a BIG surprise.  GUESS WHAT I am getting??!!!  No- not an Easter bunny.  Not a goldfish.  Not a parrot.  I’m getting a kitten!!!  TWO kittens in fact.  I am so excited!!!!  I’ve never had a kitten before.  In fact, my human has never even had a cat before.  But she’s a softy when it comes to animals…and well, we are getting two kittens!  It seems that a cat got into our neighbor’s old shed and had kittens.  Six kittens.  The mother cat is kind of wild, but the neighbor is feeding her and she is a very good mother to the kittens.  So the neighbor told my human about them, and my human HAD to go see them.  They’re all different colors…grey and brown and black and white.  And they are very fluffy – or that’s what I hear.  Anyway, the neighbor had homes for four of them – but two were left.  So my human decided she would take both of them.  She was a bit concerned about where to put a litter box – as she figured we would find the ingredients quite tasty.  So she cut a hole in a door to a storage room in the basement and will put the litter box there.  I THINK the hole is too small for me – I haven’t tried it yet.  This whole litter box idea is quite intriguing – I think Frodo would like one on the days it is raining.

I think it will be excellent fun to have two kittens.  I love to chase rabbits and foxes – so kittens will be a blast.  I’m sure my human will NOT encourage that behavior – but when she goes to work – well there will be one par-TEEEE in our house.   And I want to name them.  I want to call them Norbert and Henry.  That was my human’s father’s name and the name of one of his brothers.  Oh IMAGINE the stories I will have to tell with two new kittens in the house!!!!  I will have SO much to share.

Before I close and go to get ready for the new arrivals, I have just ONE more thing to share.  April Fool!  Gotcha! Seriously.  Can you IMAGINE this household with two kittens?!    Bwhahahahahaha.   As if life isn’t exciting enough for my human with the three of US!!!!

Now let me go and see what other kinds of pranks I can play today….

©  Linda Wozniak