Guess what we did yesterday? All three of us canines got to go for a run on the golf course. TOGETHER. As you know, handling the three of us off leash is actually a death wish for my human when she’s on her own. She can barely manage the three of us on leash to get us to the course and then rounding us up after is something she was just too afraid to attempt. She typically walks me and Einstein first each morning and then does a second walk with the FG on his own. But with our buddy Marvin visiting ( not his real name – his name has been changed to protect the innocent), my human has an extra set of hands to help out. Not to mention the fact that Einstein’s good morning wake up song probably woke him up.
Well our company arrived. He is an old colleague and friend of my human’s- and his family let him escape for a week to visit the wilds of Nova Scotia. And when I say “wilds” I’m not just referring coming to our house.
August 6. And on this day in 1991, a guy by the name of Tim Berners-Lee announced his idea for something called the World Wide Web. Kind of a clever idea…
I think my puppy is growing up. That’s right. Something has happened to the FG. He is actually starting to behave like a mature dog. Mind you, Einstein and I are technically mature, so I guess this isn’t an issue of age. But something has happened to him…
August 4. On this day in 1821, the Saturday Evening Post was first published as a weekly paper. Norman Rockwell was an artist who painted many many covers for the Post. His realistic depictions of every day life are still admired and loved by many.
Painting. A new word that in my dog vocabulary is equivalent to “grooming.” Why? Because we were sequestered away from the action for HOURS. Well we started off on the deck where we could actually SEE what was going on, but then Einstein put his head through the screen door to attempt to get a better look inside. I don’t mean around the screen. I mean through. That was it. We were all marched downstairs where we stayed throughout the ENTIRE process. Einstein continually barked out his protest, but my human threatened him with the squirt gun so he settled down. For a little while anyway.
6 pocketfuls. It is just not fair. That’s what Einstein got yesterday. 6 pocketfuls of kibble. And why? Because he had to be groomed. And me? A lousy 2 pocketfuls. I’m telling you it is just not fair.
So here’s an interesting fact. Ask people what their dog’s feet smell like, and most will respond with the same description- corn chips. Yup – apparently many people think their dogs have Frito feet. Supposedly, the smell comes from bacteria that we pick up on the ground and which mixes with sweat between our pads. It’s not unusual- but if it gets particularly smelly and we are continually licking at our feet, a trip to the Vet might be in order. Trimming hair between our pads can be helpful – but it still can be problematic at times.
I’ve talked before about the fact that we PONs are not particularly fond of the water. And then we have the FG who loves it. In fact loves it so much. He started to scare my human.