Runaways

Greetings blog aficionados. Frodo here for your reading pleasure today.

I’m here to report that Her Highness is feeling somewhat better. Not completely herself just yet – but we are seeing glimpses of her again. Our walks remain rather short as she regains her energy. She has spent an inordinate amount of time doing what humans call “binge watching” Netflix. She had never been particularly interested a rather famous royal docudrama – but after the sad demise of the Queen, she began watching Season 1, last week. She is now half-way through Season 4. I need not count the hours – suffice to say it has been many. Personally, I find it hard to believe that an episode has not been fully devoted to the Queen’s dogs. Horses have certainly had their time, but so far the canines have been featured only in passing. But then this IS partly fiction.

While we think it fine that Her Highness take time to recover, we ARE a bit bored. And frankly, we do feel it is our duty to keep her moving somewhat…

On Sunday, while our Royal Highness was busy watching “one more episode” of the other Royal Highness, she suddenly heard all of us canines begin to wildly bark. I should note she was lounging on the sofa in the DFZ. She heard us run outdoors onto the deck. Or so she thought. When our barking suddenly grew silent, she lifted herself off of her throne and came to see what we were barking at on the deck. Except there was no one there. Instead, there was a wide open front door. With no dogs in sight. You see, Her Highness had been out the front door earlier to bring the potted plants out of the garage post-Fiona. Clearly she had not totally latched the door, and some remaining Fiona breeze blew the door open. Providing an instant escape route for three rather bored canines.

When she looked out the door she saw no one, but she immediately called my name- thinking I would be the most likely to return home. Wrong. She tried my name again. No response. Then called the Imp. No response. She didn’t bother calling the Coyote as she knew he would never come anyway. She ran into the house – with her wild COVID hair style standing straight up on her head. She grabbed two leashes and came back outside but didn’t know which way to go. She tried calling the Imp again – and low and behold, who should come racing down the driveway as if it was dinner time, but the Imp himself. She literally showered him in treats – telling him what a brilliant boy he was. She walked him to the house and made sure he was securely inside. One down, two to go. She got in the car and drove up to the neighbors’ house. She called my name – as she heard me bark. We were at the other neighbors’ house – I had made a the trail there to look for their cats. I have a fascination with cats. I can tell if a cat has recently passed by on a walk. My nose goes up – and I’m on high alert. So when the door blew open, I thought this a perfect opportunity to visit the neighbors’ cats. The Coyote just followed me.

So Her Highness heard me bark and she heard the neighbor calling “they’re up here. Now they’re headed your way.” Sure enough- we made a beeline for Her Highness through the woods. The Coyote quickly jumped into the front seat of the car – no doubt envisioning a car ride somewhere fun. Wrong. Her Highness shut the door, opened the rear hatch and tossed yours truly into a crate. Escaped convicts were recaptured. The ride was right back home.

When she drove into the garage, she left us in the vehicle until the garage door was closed – she wasn’t taking any chances that we would go for another walk about.

Yesterday we had rain, so we were content to binge watch more of the Royals. Yawn. As if we had a choice. But this time you can be sure, the front door was firmly secured. Not that it would have mattered. I did say it was raining.

We will know Her Highness is really feeling herself when we are groomed. All three of us are also sporting COVID hair styles at present. Not that I mind – I rather enjoy a rugged farm dog appearance. Unless it’s wet on the farm…

Let’s see how we can get Her Highness moving today. We’re really very thoughtful lads…

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

Fiona

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy reporting post hurricane- and for a change the hurricane I’m talking about wasn’t me.

Nope – we’re talking about Fiona. She packed a wallop on the eastern mainland of Nova Scotia and Cape Breton Island. Prince Edward Island and the west coast of Newfoundland were also hard hit. We certainly felt her presence, but not as much as our buddies to the east of us. Still – many BIG trees came down in the city, and the Public Gardens were hard hit. There were over 400,000 customers without power around the province. By some miracle, we kept our power. The Warden must have prayed to Saint Eligius, the patron saint of electricity. And veterinarians. And horses. And coin collectors. Now that’s an interesting bio…All I know is that she didn’t need to flush the toilet with the multiple buckets of water she had prepared.

We haven’t been down to the lake yet – it was still pretty windy and the Warden didn’t want any of us clobbered by branches. Only one tree ended up across our driveway, which two of our neighbors kindly moved to the side -so we can get out- when the Warden is feeling better.

It turns out she does in fact have the plague – she tested positive on Friday. She’s feeling a tiny bit better each day – but still not herself. She has very little taste and appetite. But at least her voice is starting to sound like her. I’ve been blaming my lack of obedient behavior on the fact that I don’t recognize her voice. OK. I agree. That’s a pretty lame excuse. But a guy has to try.

Now although Fiona luckily did not impact us in a big way…it’s a good thing she didn’t take away our power because the vacuum cleaner is in great demand. You’ll note in the picture that our deck is covered in leaves and leaf bits. So is our lawn. So IMAGINE what our house looks like when we come in from outside? Leaf confetti. Everywhere. It’s a losing battle.

Not sure what’s on the agenda for today. Probably more resting and naps for the Warden. Which is pretty boring, but we do understand.

We’re hoping all our buddies without power will soon see the light. Meanwhile, we’ll keep bringing in confetti. Par-teeeeee!

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

Hurricane and plague…

Hey ho blogaroos. Reporting here from the land of doom and gloom. OK- that’s a bit of an exaggeration. It’s not TOTAL doom and gloom. Just partial.

To begin with, the Warden clearly is not having allergy problems. Most allergies don’t include a fever, ongoing cough and all-over body aches. She took an at-home COVID test, like I mentioned the other day and it was negative. She made an appointment to have a nasal roto rooter expert do the test on Wednesday , but she felt too sick to go. In the morning, ater she managed to creep outside with us, she spent the entire day either in bed or on the sofa. Yesterday she felt marginally better, but she still has a fever. She’s not coughing quite as much – and when she does she doesn’t sound so much like a Canada Goose. She booked another expert test for today, but we’ll see if she feels good enough to go.

On top of the infirmary-like atmosphere, we are hunkering down for more company. But not the human kind. It looks like Hurricane Fiona is heading our way. To prepare for the windbag, one must make sure there is nothing loose around the house. Things like lawn furniture, barbecues and garbage cans must be either tied down or put away – like in the garage. You also need to prepare for power outages – which are likely to happen. So you need to be sure you have extra batteries for flashlights and you need to charge up power supplies for devices. Because we live on a well, no power means no water. So we have filled up bottles, buckets and have filled the bathtubs. Keep in mind, no water means you can’t flush – so you need buckets of water to keep things moving.

At a press conference yesterday, the powers that be announced that this will be a historic storm. Oh yay. It is supposed to start tonight and will last through tomorrow morning. We’ll write when the storm is all over.

In a bit of good news – we had an anniversary on the 20th! Eight years – yes eight years of writing this blog. Who knew dogs could have so much to say! We want to send a special shout out to several groups who have allowed us to share our crazy stories on their Facebook pages: The Polish Lowland Sheepdog Club of Wales and the West of England, the Polish Lowland Sheepdog Club, and the American Polish Lowland Sheepdog Association. The Warden has met some wonderful people as a result of our blog – some have become true, lasting friends. We so appreciate your comments and we love when you share a story about your canine kid – whether or not it’s a PON or a Picard. Let’s face it – PONs and Picards aren’t the only naughty breeds in the world. Near the top maybe, but it’s a long list!

OK. Time to see if the Warden has enough energy to walk us more than 10 feet from the front door. It’s already raining- even though Fiona isn’t supposed to arrive until later. The Warden said she’s so grateful that we all understand and pretty much follow the direction to “hurry up”. And given the forecast, you can be sure that will come in handy.

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

Quiet here

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here from the house of quiet. Unless of course it’s mealtime. Or the dog down the road barks. Or the delivery guy comes. Or a leaf falls off a tree…

I’m saying it’s quiet because we have no company. Alice sadly left us yesterday morning. Before Alice visited, Sue and Keith were here. So we’ve had company for several weeks. So now it’s just the Warden talking to us. It’s kinda boring. Alice left and then it pretty much rained for most of the day. We lounged around like shaggy beached whales. Listening to the Warden cough…

The Warden gets a pesky cough sometimes- often related to allergies. But she’s really been hacking the past week or so – and yesterday was particularly ear-blowing. She’s hoping it’s not the plague – she’s vaccinated and she has managed to avoid it so far. She took an at-home test yesterday- and we watched with great interest. None of us love ear cleaning – so the thought of nostril roto rooting is pretty scary. Count me out. Her at-home test was negative, but that didn’t stop the coughing. Maybe she has Kennel cough?! Paws crossed she’ll be feeling better soon- she too did a pretty good beached whale imitation yesterday.

It looks like we have rain in the forecast for the next few days. AND all eyes are on Hurricane Fiona who could be thinking about a Nova Scotian visit on the weekend. Here’s the thing- Hurricanes are kinda like me. Let me out, and there’s no telling what direction I’ll go. And predicting days in advance- well sometimes it feels like rolling a dice. But given the possibility that she could pay a visit, I think it’s probably time to tie down the peed-on deck chairs. And maybe tie down the BBQ too. I better also go out and bring in all my toys. Don’t want to have to go searching for them in the woods.

You know – there has never been a Hurricane named Frodo, Elroy or Wojtek. There was a Leroy. But not an Elroy. Wonder how one gets on the list. I guess there hasn’t been a Hurricane Snoopy. Or Lassie either. I checked for future names up to 2027- and none of us is there yet. The Warden said one Hurricane Wojtek in Nova Scotia is enough. Funny. If you’re bored and want to learn about Hurricane names, here’s some info.

https://earthsky.org/earth/how-do-hurricanes-get-their-names/

Time to drag the Warden out.

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

A lasting impression

Hey blogaroos. It’s me- Squirmy Do. Or as Alice calls me – the Demon Child. She has witnessed my dining room laps, and she is accustomed to my ricochets – and even though she thinks I’m a little “wild” , I know she adores me. She’s always laughing at me and my antics- which I ramp up when I have an audience. She’ll miss me – I know she will!

Today is her last day with us – she heads home to her feline kids tomorrow. Wonder what the kitties will do when they catch the aroma of dog slobber on her clothes. I know we dogs have noses that work overtime if the Warden has been out and she visits someone with a dog. Wonder if the cats will give her the olfactory exam, or if they’ll head under the bed….

I had class on Friday and I was positively mediocre. I have been on my training hiatus the past few weeks- so I need to get back to work. We always do something different in class each week – Jane is always looking to challenge us. Well we did this exercise where Jane had two rows of stuff on the floor – toys, balls, jackets – and we were supposed to heel through them without paying attention to the items. I watched her putting all the stuff down and I was fascinated before it was even my turn to run the gauntlet. And when it came my turn- KABOOM – brain explosion. I mean come on, what dog doesn’t want to check out a row of stuff? My first run through was an epic fail. BUT – I was good on my second try. I’m a quick study. Sometimes.

Hey – I have a question for you – is your dog right or left pawed? Why? Check out this article:

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2022/09/17/scientists-discover-how-stay-right-side-dog/

The Warden hasn’t decided if I’m a leftie or a rightie. She’s right handed – so she’s curious to see which side each of us prefers. I’ll let you know when we figure it out. Ten bucks says the Coyote is a leftie. He likes to be different.

OK. I’ve got to go get Alice moving and keep her busy during every second of her last day. I have to make a lasting impression…

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

Responsibility

Greetings blog aficionados. Frodo here on this the 3rd Saturday in September- also known as Responsible Dog Ownership Day. A day to remind humans to care for their dogs – and to care for others by being responsible with their canine companion. For example- by not letting Fido run loose in the neighborhood and by cleaning up after one’s dog, one is helping others. One should also, of course, provide their dog with the obvious basics of life – such as food, water and veterinary care. As well as copious amounts of treats. Dogs should also be kindly trained to have manners around others. Not everyone enjoys a ricocheting canine – cute as he may be!

Frankly, it seems to me a bit odd that humans need to have a “day” for this. Should they not be responsible ALL the time? It’s actually a bit ridiculous when one thinks about it. Sort of like having a “Remember to Breathe Day.” Or “Eating is Good For You Day.” Or “Follow the Rules of the Road Day.” In my opinion, being a responsible pet owner is common sense. However, I understand that common sense is not always that common.

Meanwhile, our canine guests have returned to their home and we do miss them. The Imp and I were interested and polite in playing with our friends. We were always supervised with them because who knows WHAT chaos might have ensued had we been left to our own devices. The Coyote, as we well know, enjoys a good game of hump-a-thon, which can be a bit too much with some dogs. He means no harm – but they do not know it. So his interactions with our guests included a fence between them. Safety first!

We all enjoyed their company and hope to see them again soon.

Meanwhile, we continue in earnest to convert Alice into becoming a “dog” person. Now she does love all animals- she has just not had the pleasure of being owned by a canine. She has been witness to our most endearing traits – greeting her whenever she returns to a room, cleaning up any dropped crumbs, and my own ever-persistent “conversations” about life. I do believe we are winning her over.

Time to get the humans moving – it is our responsibility . Our morning walks are getting later and later – the sun is rising later each day. In the last few days we can definitely feel the change in the season- it is quite a bit cooler at night. And the daily leaf collection routine has begun. The vacuum must be used much more frequently. Honestly, it is my favorite time of the year. I am eagerly awaiting the arrival of the pumpkins outdoors. And the contest to see who can pee on them first. The Coyote remains the household champion. Ah the joys of autumn…

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

Last day of vacation

Hey blogaroos. Squirmy here. At party central. OK. Truth is we have actually been behaving. At least that’s what Jane has told the Warden. I told her I would pay her to say we’re being good. Now I just need to find the Warden’s check book to pay her off…

While we’re having a great time here, apparently the Warden is also having a good time. That’s hard to believe since we are not with her. She was apparently all excited because she finally got to see a moose in the wild.

She claims if we had been there, the moose would have run for the hills. Not sure why.

She and Alice are returning today. We’ll be happy to see her – but we’re going to miss Jane, Kwik and Fidjit. This has been a vacation for everyone!

According to the crazy calendar, today is National On-line Learning Day. And if you’re interested in some online dog training, this article reviews some popular programs:

https://www.thesprucepets.com/best-online-dog-training-courses-5075564

We haven’t taken any of these – so we can’t really endorse them – but wanted to let you know that if you don’t have a good teacher in your area (like we do!) there are loads of resources on the net to help in training your dog.

Another great resource not on the list is Susan Garrett – an accomplished trainer and competitor in canine sports. You may want to check out her classes and videos. She’s super.

https://dogsthat.com/

Those are just a few of the many, many dog related classes available on-line. It’s helpful if you know someone who has taken a particular on-line program – to find out their review. If you don’t know someone personally, read reviews. Sure – reviews CAN be fake but chances are, if there are MANY positive reviews, the course is worth the biscuit money.

OK. Gotta go have fun with my friends before the Warden gets home.

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

Company

Hey hey hey blogaroos. Lots of news from Wojtek-ville. Where to begin….

First off, good news. The Warden’s friend, Alice arrived late Thursday night. She’s very nice. We welcomed her with shouts and ricochets.

Now it turns out she is a cat person – but we are working on converting her to canines. And we are doing a splendid job. We beg her to pet us with longing stares, we greet her with a chorus every morning, and we jump for joy when she comes out of the bathroom. Who couldn’t love us?

Now for the bad news. She and the Warden left us. Yup. Gone. Vamoosh. They headed for Cape Breton – the place of Frodo’s orb affair. They left yesterday. So we were sad as we saw them packing their bags.

But…. Good news. Guess who is staying with us? Just guess? You give up? My teacher -Jane!!!! Frodo and I know Jane from class and we love her. Elroy is just getting to know her. Only problem- we can’t get away with anything. She’s our obedience teacher after all. No tricking her into giving us treats for no reason. But we’re having a blast because not only is Jane awesome, she came with her canine kids!!! Fidjit and Kwik are Pyrenean Shepherds. So it’s a herding breed extravaganza!!!! We’re all getting along super duper although the Coyote gets a BIT excited about company. He couldn’t sit still for the photo. Maybe today. Or not.

So although we miss the Warden … who am I kidding- we don’t miss her – we’re having a PARTEEEEEE. Sure we’ll be glad when she comes home – especially if she brings guilt gifts – but trust me – we’re not suffering!

Gotta go. Time to hang out with the company.

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

Sad stuff

Hey blogaroos. Squirmy here on a sad Sunday. A seriously sad Sunday . I mean holy macaroni- today is triple tragic.

First we start off with the sad news about the death of the Queen. I never met her, and let’s face it, most people didn’t – but boy oh boy- lots of people felt like they knew her. I mean she’s been in the Royal job for 70 years! Yup 70 years of work. That was a looooonnnnnnggggg time. Viktor wrote about her six years ago – and provided some facts about her love for dogs…

https://viktorsviews.com/2016/04/21/salutations-and-birthday-greetings-your-majesty/

If there is an example of a life well-lived – she was it. Her reign has ended but her legacy will live on.

I’d like to volunteer to give any of her corgis a home, but the Warden said no. I’ll keep working on it.

The 2nd sad event is the date – 9/11. A tragic day in 2001 when so many lives were senselessly lost- and the world was forever changed.

And if those two sad events weren’t enough, today is also National Pet Memorial Day. A day to think about all those pets at the Rainbow Bridge. It’s not that you don’t think of them every day already, but this is designated as a day to remember them. Sigh.

All of these events fill people with grief. And in the words of Queen Elizabeth II, “ Grief is the price we pay for love.”

Phew. Talk about heavier than carrying a 40lb bag of dog food in the rain, while your dog is pulling on the leash, and you accidentally stepped in dog poo. Today is the elephant of hard days.

Yes- all these events fill us with sadness. But in the wise words of Winnie the Pooh- “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so sad.” And how lucky to have the memories tucked in the compartments of your heart….

Take it easy today. Get outdoors. Pet your dog. Or cat. Or iguana. Or some random dog on the street. But ask permission first. Smell a flower. Call a friend. Read a book. Watch a bird. Give your dog a treat. Make it two. Take a deep breath. Look at old photos. Do something nice for someone. And for yourself. Smile. And LIVE big. LIVE big. I will…. We dogs are lucky because we always do….

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

In the news

Happy Thursday blogaroos! Squirmy here as we finish the last minute, never-ending vacuuming before our guest arrives. It’s a futile exercise- but the Warden keeps trying. She has threatened to shave off all of our coats so we look like xylophones. Wait. Make that Xoloitzcuintles. Mexican hairless dogs. Not funny.

Yesterday we had a little visit from our favorite ricochet target and all around great peep – Joanie! She was in town and paid us a visit. And guess what she said about me?! She said I’m becoming more cuddly! And I wasn’t ricocheting as much! Mind you, I did attempt to bite her a few times – not mean bites – just love nibbles. But she did think I was maturing. Guess I fooled her! She did comment that I am a clown though… The Warden wanted to show Joanie some new rugs she got in the bedroom and – Joanie witnessed me race into the bedroom , leap onto the bed – and throw myself into a roll – with my feet flailing. I would then quickly sit up- look to see if I had an audience- and would do a repeat performance. She thinks I’m hysterical. Or I have a screw loose.

So I was reviewing the news, and I have a question. Who has been to 2 Super Bowls, the Indianapolis 500, and NCAA Championship football game and the Special Olympics World Games? Eebber! A TSA bomb-sniffing dog – who just retired after 10 years of service. Check out his story:

https://www.npr.org/2022/09/07/1121449016/eebbers-tsa-cutest-canine-retires

Pretty cool dude! And a pretty long-working dog. Glad to see he can now relax and just sniff out biscuits at home. Works for me!

So there’s apparently a viral video of a bad dog going around. Check him out:

https://www.dailypaws.com/pet-news-entertainment/feel-good-stories/golden-retiver-prevents-parents-from-leaving-viral-tiktok

The Warden can totally relate to this story. Sounds like something one of us would do. In addition to the stall tactic that the woman had to deal with, you’ll notice that she is dressed up for the occasion. On the rare occasion that The Warden gets dressed up to go out, we find it critical to examine her attire. Especially the Coyote. Like the bomb sniffing dog, he must sniff any new outfit. Plus dresses and skirts are for wiping one’s face. The Warden has been known to toss biscuits on the floor to distract him so she can get out the door without being slobbered.

We know all about the right of refusal to move – particularly if a human is in a hurry. Or in the middle of the kitchen floor when meal preparation is occurring. OR if the Warden needs to wash our paws or groom us. Yesterday I got a good brushing- and as soon as I emerged from the grooming torture palace, the Boss took one look at me and took off. He figured it was his turn. He can wedge himself under furniture pretty well.

Well, time to chase and bark at the vacuum one more time.

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