Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy stop that Wormy here on a ……super Sunday? Well…. Not totally super. Our company left yesterday, so now the Warden is feeling sad. We’ll have to perk her up. Heaven knows we keep things perky around here.

So when they returned from their island adventure, our sitter gave a full report on our behavior. I did my usual ricochet routine with her. The Boss barked away. And the Coyote performed his Picky Picard behavior with breakfast each day. He ALWAYS ate supper. I guess he’s going through another fasting routine.

Anyway, we really like the sitter – despite the fact that she shares EVERYTHING about how we behave. Like the fact that the Coyote and I twice got into a little “tiff” when our humping play went over the top. She had to break us up. The Warden thinks that happens when she goes away because we are vying for the number 2 spot in the household. The Boss is, and always will be, numero uno, and I SHOULD be number three, based on seniority…but sometimes if the Humpty game gets to be too much, I start thinking I should be number two. And keep in mind that this happens only when we have a sitter. I guess it’s called “testing the limits.” Anyway, everything is fine – and we ARE good buddies, and since the Warden has been home, she has reread us the house rules, and everybody is back to our normal state of nirvana. OK. Poor word choice. I should say our normal state of chaos.

I went to my Rally match on Friday night. Despite the fact that the Warden had concerns, given that we had not been training for a few days, I managed to pull off a score of 98/100. I would have had 100 if the Warden knew how to count her own steps when she is walking backwards. Sigh. She needs a LOT more training.

And speaking of training, here’s a cool new article about training vocabulary to dogs.

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/amp/ncna1280865

So to sum it up… they used Border Collies. And found that they are smart. Huge finding there…

They also learned that not all Border Collies are created equal. I argue that they are all equal in the smarts department, but not equal in WANTING to learn the new words.

I noticed that they didn’t try PONs or Picards. If there is food involved, we PONs can learn anything. Picards? Yeah they ARE smart, but well, the motivation level may not be quite as high. I call it “Independent Picard Learning.” IPL for short.

I’m afraid that since The Warden read this, she now has a goal to teach yours truly 3 words in a week. She’s starting with a low number. Not sure if she’s questioning my intellect, or my interest. I already know Tuggie. And ball. Well-golf ball to be specific. I kinda know Bunny – when we’re playing Find the Bunny. But would I pick Bunny over Tuggie when asked to do so? We’ll see.

Time to get ready for walkies.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey hey hey everybody! It’s me -Squirmy crash test Wormy here on this fantastic Friday.

We are currently holding the dog sitter captive. Just leave three bags of biscuits, a pint of blueberries, three stuffed Kongs, three marrow bones and three bully sticks outside the front door and we’ll release her.

Just jokin”.

We’ve been behaving PRETTY well. But we have to – the Warden returns today!

So according to rumor, she went with Sue and Keith to some place that does a whole special culinary dining experience thing. First they take you on their farm and explain how they grow things, and then they prepare the food using all fancy flavors. It’s all the same to me – I’d be happy to eat stuff at the farm level. Like the Boss who will eat tomatoes right off the vine. No need for fancy prep work – we don’t even taste what we eat – we do it so quickly. At least that goes for me and the Boss. The Coyote might enjoy the slow fine dining experience more. “Might” is the operative word – he’s kinda picky.

Anyway, apparently while the farmer was giving the tour, his loyal, well-behaved 2 year old Australian Shepherd, Harley stayed right at his feet – throughout the hour long presentation.

The Warden was impressed by Harley’s behavior. And a bit depressed thinking how none of us could do that kind of thing. I mean the Boss would be barking throughout the presentation, I would likely be rolling in compost, and the Coyote would be jumping on all the guests in an effort to get some pats. Yup. Farm presentation dogs we are not.

And speaking of behavior- the troops arrive home today – and get this – yours truly is in some kind of rally practice match TONIGHT. Now THIS should be fun.

OK. Gotta get ready to take the sitter for her walk. And gotta go study my rally signs.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Yo. Blog readers. Elroy here. Yup – me today instead of one of the Mops. They always seem to be doing most of the writing – and honestly, it’s all good with me. I’d rather be playing Humpty Dumpty- which has been getting me in trouble lately. And it’s not my fault – the little guy is equally guilty. Yup – even steven. Mind you 75% of the time I instigate things. My nose is like a magnet , and the Imp’s butt is like a piece of metal. Sorry for the description but that’s the way it is. Then once that happens, that’s the signal to the Imp that it’s game on. The game involves chasing, wrestling chewing and of course lots of humpty.

Anyway, either I or the Imp usually end up in prison if it gets TOO wild.

So get this, on a different note – we get company, and then what do they do? Pack up the car and take Her Highness on a little road trip. Yup. Gone. Leaving us to fend for ourselves for three days. Just joking. Our brave dog sitter has returned. As Her Highness walked out the door, she turned to the sitter and said, “God bless you.” That’s while the Imp was ricocheting off her back, the Boss was barking and I was doing my non-stop I-want-to-hump-the Imp squeak.

They went to some island. But not Bermuda or the Bahamas. Some Prince guy. Oh yeah – I know. Prince Eddie I think. Anyway, I’m sure there will be guilt gifts. Yawn. If they’re edible, I don’t really care. But the Mops will explode. That’s always fun to watch.

Time to go harass a Mop.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Hey hey hey blogaroos. Squirmy what-are-you-up-to-now Wormy here on another marvelous Monday. Our company is still here – and score – no trips to the Emergency Room yet.

I was quite enjoying our guests until they helped the Warden install a new, permanent gate to downstairs. We always had a gate that kind of leaned against the steps, but if someone (meaning canine someone ) REALLY wanted to go downstairs, all they had to do was knock into it and it fell down the stairs. Frankly, we were all generally respectful of that gate, but heaven forbid it did fall down – it was a a spontaneous parade rush down those steps. Anyway, the Warden bought a fancy black, metal gate which kind of matches the gate to the DFZ (as if we canines care about decor) – but she needed another set of hands to install it. So while I was sequestered in a crate, and the Coyote was sequestered outside, Susan read the instructions while Keith did the assembly. All under the watchful eye of the Boss. The Warden uselessly stood by with tools that they didn’t need. Anyway, it works great. And we are permanently stuck on the main level of our house. Until the Boss figures out how to lift the latch…

In other news. The Coyote is going through another serious Humpty obsession with me right now. He seems to go in spurts. His squeaking goes on for probably 75% of his waking hours. If we are left alone together, all heck breaks loose. There has been a LOT of rotating jail time for the two of us.

And in world news, here’s a politically correct article that just came out – claiming to answer the age old question: Who is smarter – cats or dogs?

https://www.livescience.com/amp/cats-dogs-intelligence

I say it’s politically correct – because they don’t answer the question! But come on. How many Seeing Eye Cats do you know? And I’ve never heard of Sniffer Cats at the airport. Bomb Detecting Cats? I don’t think so. Guard cats? Maybe guarding against mice. And how many cats do you know who can round up a flock of sheep. Yeah yeah. I know there are those who will argue that cats can’t be bothered to do all that “work stuff”. Some will say they know how to do all of those things, they just choose not to. Let’s be frank – I’m SURE you have heard people say that their cat is so great – he acts like a dog, retrieving, following instructions, etc. How many times do you hear people say about a dog “oh he’s just like a cat?” Not very often I bet. Now don’t get me wrong, I think cats are kinda cool – they can jump on counters and catch rodents and stuff. They even have their own “toilets”. But I don’t know many who have their own blog…Mind you, probably not many who have the talent for getting in so much trouble either…

Well time to start thinking about my morning walk…and a quick game of Humpty before jail time.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy put-that-pillow-down-now Wormy here on a super Saturday! Yup -we’re having a super duper time with our company! And I am trying my very very VERY best to entertain them. Keeping in mind that entertainment does not always equal good behavior…

So since Susan and Keith have been here, I have attempted to ricochet off them about 56 times. But who’s counting.

I have demonstrated my ability to circle the dining room table multiple times without stopping. While I am hanging onto Tuggie. I am encouraged to hold onto Tuggie because otherwise I just attempt to ricochet off people. Or bite them. So the Tuggianapolis 500 is encouraged.

I have also demonstrated that IF you leave the gate to the DFZ open by mistake, I am quick to steal throw pillows from the sofa and then race with THEM around the dining room table. You know the situation where a 2 year old acts out in a grocery store and a parent is left feeling embarrassed and helpless? Same story with a 17 month old PON and company.

While the two leggeds were eating birthday cake for Sue’s special day, I sat and stared at her, looking like a starving stray who hadn’t eaten in days. Sue looked at me and said “the last thing YOU need is sugar.” I’m not sure what she meant by that. I guess she meant that I’m sweet enough….

We did manage to squeeze in my obedience class yesterday, partly because when I come home I’m a TINY bit tired. I didn’t bite anyone or do any ricochets at class, so it was moderately successful. I think I would be a star in class if I had a different handler. But I’ll keep training her.

The other guys are behaving pretty well. I mean the Boss does bark out instructions to them, and the Coyote will sneakily leap on them from behind. Good thing they are family- they didn’t have to sign the danger waiver when they arrived.

I’m not sure what’s on the agenda for today, but you can be sure I will be right in the middle listening to any plans. I suggest more walks – but we’ll see….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.