Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy stop-licking-your-brother Wormy here on this terrific Tuesday. And do you know what day it is? Why it’s Go to an Art Museum Today Day. Yup. A day to throw on your cultural clothes after you use the lint roller to remove the dog hair, and visit a museum. You can visit any museum you like – BUT if you are owned by a dog (or three) you should REALLY visit a canine museum! So we checked out some options for you – if you happen to live in the vicinity of one of these:

https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/home-living/dog-museums/

And here’s another list of options – with a few that are different:

https://www.afar.com/magazine/fetch-your-bags-its-time-to-visit-a-dog-museum

Now the Warden still wants to visit the AKC Museum of the Dog in the Big Apple. This video was done before the museum opened – but it gives you a bit of an idea of what it’s like:

https://youtu.be/adq_phq3TSo

If you want an actual tour of one of the previous exhibits, here is one about Hollywood Dogs.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VgTUz1RC4-w

And if you’re in a political mood, here’s a tour of the Presidential Dog exhibit:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nb-XCUpLXCk

So. If you watched any of those, it counts as your Go to an Art Museum Today thing. I had to watch every video, so I’m good for the next few years.

Did you notice that there is a Dachshund museum? But hello- no PON or Picard museum?! I think the Warden is working on it. We have lots of examples in our house of “things” that have PONs or Picards on them. Paintings, fridge magnets, mugs, jewelry, clothing, ornaments, pillows, calendars, purses…people owned by dogs get kinda crazy like that. Or at least our human does. Kinda like a cult. She could also open a museum of grooming tools. Yawn.

OK. Time to get this Tuesday started – bright and early – because we still haven’t adjusted to this time change thing. Plus since we get moving early, we get breakfast early too!!! Score!

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

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here – and I’m up super early! Why? Because somebody changed the clock! And here it is, the time when we usually get up – only it’s an hour early! That’s OK with me – let’s get this Sunday rolling! But wait – do we have to wait an extra hour for breakfast?! Maybe this time change thing isn’t so good after all….

Not much new here in the wilds of Nova Scotia. Or more like the wilds of our house. I had my weekly obedience class on Friday. The Warden says I do better at home. Of COURSE I do! No distractions at home! She said I need more distraction work. I guess that means more road trips. Yay. I think.

She said that sometimes she thinks I’m brilliant- and other times – not so much. For example, if she tells me to “get Tuggie” I’ll run around the house searching for it – and if it’s not in the house, I’ll search outside. And I find Tuggie 99.9% of the time. I love Tuggie. A lot….

Yesterday, the Warden realized I had taken a Kong outside. The Boss and I get one stuffed with yummy things every morning. The Coyote never wants one. Anyway, during one of my daily frenzy moments, I ran outside with a Kong, and left it in the yard. The Warden was doing a Kong count and realized one was missing. So she opened the deck door and told me to “find the Kong.” I raced across the deck, down the stairs and onto the lawn. I ran around, found the Kong and brought it in. The Warden was SO impressed with my brilliance. I mean I KNEW what the “Kong” was. Or at least she thought I did. She decided to do a little test. She took me, Tuggie and a Kong downstairs to the rec room. She placed both toys at one end of the room, and me across the room. Then she told me to “Get Tuggie.” Well I raced over, grabbed Tuggie and came right back for a game of tug. We played and then she told me to wait. She put Tuggie back and this time, she told me to get KONG. She must have said KONG five times as I raced across the room. I grabbed Tuggie and came back. So much for my brilliant word discrimination. She decided to try again. Again she set me up and said “Get KONG!!!” I raced out, grabbed Tuggie and jumped on the sofa. We didn’t play that game very long. But really – I knew what the Kong was – but it’s not nearly as much fun as Tuggie! At least that’s my excuse. Oh – an you may not know this, but I like to do things MY way…

Well, time to see if any of the neighbors are up this early on a Sunday…

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

Hello blog aficionados. Frodo here today for a bit of a world news review – as you working readers begin to prepare for your weekend. Ah yes, Friday. The day many people long for. I dare say, it is likely the most popular day of the week. Even canines enjoy Fridays, if they own humans who are employed. It means the joyous return of their human at the end of the day . Joy is felt by all.

But I digress. I am beginning to jump topics like the Imp. Heaven help me. Back to the topic at hand. News.

First in our review is the story of Rocky, a dog who came face to face with a cougar or mountain lion. You may see a video of his perilous encounter right here.

https://youtu.be/l9IESJ_1da4

Now I must confess, I did put on QUITE the similar show the other morning when I, myself encountered a big cat. It was while we were out for my morning constitutional. I was walking along, when suddenly, I got a telltale aroma of wildlife and my nose flew into the air. And then I spotted the creature sitting in the ditch at the side of the road. I went into my famous Cujo persona, barking, snarling and attempting to pull Her Highness into the ditch. The fierce creature raised his back at me an snarled back. Just like Rocky, I would have protected my human at all costs.

Ahem. Well. Admittedly, my large cat was of the household variety. And the real danger was in Her Highness falling over as she attempted to drag me away. There is great debate as to whether or not we actually even HAVE cougars in Nova Scotia. The provincial wildlife officials repeatedly say they do not exist- as there has been no “tangible” evidence of them. Like their poo. But still, MANY people report that they HAVE indeed seen them. Personally, I think I prefer the domestic variety. The thought of encountering one and resulting in a “hole that goes into my brain, is less than appealing”…

The next news video deals with a canine who was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Literally.

https://www.cnn.com/videos/us/2021/10/15/new-york-five-day-dog-rescue-vpx.news-12-westchester

What a lovely happy ending. No one in this household plans to get caught in a similar situation. Her Highness would NEVER fit in a crack that size. Especially after her recent Halloween candy consumption. We wouldn’t stand a chance.

And lastly, a video of a dog who decided to take a joy ride…

https://bc.ctvnews.ca/mobile/video?clipId=2313042

Now THAT I found entertaining. Titan clearly does not yet have his license. Although it does remind me of the time Her Highness scraped Ludwig along the wall in a parking garage. But I never mentioned that story…..

May your Friday be fantastic- and your weekend even better.

Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey everybody! Squirmy here again today! The other guys are still tired out after all the Halloween guard work, as unnecessary as it was, but I’m never tired so I get to write the blog! And today I thought I’d answer some burning questions about my Where’s Wojtek photos. It seems to be a hot topic – so we thought we would tell you some of the “behind the scenes” secrets to my sneaky snaps.

I should probably mention that sometimes the other guys WISH I would disappear when I take those photos . They say that, but I know they are joking. At least I think they are. Anyway, let me take you through a typical Where’s Wojtek photo shoot.

First, there must be treats. Lots of treats. This model does NOT work for free. And my rates keep going up.

Next, we go on a walk. Or to a specific destination. The Warden then scopes out the scenery, looking for places that yours truly could hide.

Then she takes me to a certain spot, and tells me to either sit or lie down. Then she gives me a treat, and tells me to stay or wait.

She walks away to get a good vantage point and to see if I’m really hidden. Sometimes we need to adjust my position. Every time we adjust, there is a treat payment. Actually, several treats. And when the Warden either returns to me – or she says “free” , I get even more treats!

After a thousand or so shots are taken we go home and the Warden looks though them. Sometimes she can’t find me. Which is a bit scary given that she took the photos. She then selects the best shot, and shares it with you!

To give you an example of a typical shoot, here are three shots in the same location! Good luck finding me!!! (one is pretty easy!)

You probably saw this one that was posted yesterday.

Yes – I was sitting in a hole, and covered in leaves for that one. The treats were super good. I must confess that while the Warden was “preparing the scene” by moving around the leaves, I went AWOL in the woods. The Warden said I was acting just like Viktor. But I wasn’t even chasing a bunny. I was running just because.

So that’s your behind the scenes look at my find me photos. The Warden says these are “functional stay” practices. I say they are easy – ya don’t move, and ya get treats. Pretty simple when you think of it.

Anyway- time to scout out some new locations!

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

Hey hey hey. Howdy blogaroos! It’s Squirmy stop-barking-at-the-wind Wormy here on November the 1st. Also known in some circles as All Saints Day. The Warden thought it would be “cute” to take Saint-like photos- just when we thought we were safe because Halloween is over. So you have yours truly looking quite pious ….

And the Boss who of course is the only one in this house who deserves a halo…

The Coyote REFUSED to even go in the garage also known as the grooming torture palace, the photo studio, the repository for “stuff” and the place where Ludwig lives – because we told him about the halo. The Warden begged him, but he was NOT going to put anything on his head after the weird pumpkin headbands. That top photo is one we forgot to share the other day. His ears are almost up. Or at least one is. Anyway, she conceded halo defeat. This time.

Speaking of Halloween- it was a miserable, rainy, blustery day – so the kids didn’t have a very nice day for Trick or Treating. I mean it was just about as horrible as it could get – barring a hurricane or snowstorm. We barked EVERY time we heard the wind blow (because we KNEW there was a POSSIBILITY of small two-leggeds coming – based on the basket of treats in the front hall) and we were on alert. Thankfully, our three cute neighbors across the road braved the elements to visit us. Well – they didn’t really “visit” us canines – as we were sequestered on the other side of the French door – looking into the hallway – but they came to see the Warden. She had some special treat bags for them – thinking they might come by. Meanwhile, we shouted out our welcomes. The Warden kept futilely telling us to be quiet. The Warden pictures those sweet kids when they are 20 saying “yeah and for Halloween we would go to the crazy lady’s house across the road – and we couldn’t wait to get out of there for fear one of her howling hounds would break through the French door.” Yup. That’s us – making memories.

So although the Warden gave most of the treats she had to the three kids across the road, she still had leftovers. In case a bus arrived. We know who will be making sure they don’t go to the landfill. And then she’ll complain when her pants don’t “feel nice.”

You know we canines are pretty smart. Humans celebrate Trick or Treat on one day. We canines celebrate Trick AND Treat all year round. We just don’t have to wear costumes.

OK. Time to get the November party started.

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