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.

Hey blogaroos! Squirmy here on the Tuesday after Labor Day. After our company left, we had a pretty quiet couple of days. Today we’ll get ready for our next victim. Er – I mean guest.

Although Fall isn’t OFFICIALLY here, humans seem to associate the end of Summer with the Labor Day weekend. People return from their cottages and kids head back to school. The days are a bit cooler and the nights can be crisp. The leaves turn crimson and gold and carpet the ground. Making poop pick up so much fun. One cannot lose sight of a deposit or there could be trouble finding it amongst the crunchy foliage.

You can also smell Fall. It’s kind of a pungent but sweet smell as the ground is carpeted by leaves. To a dog – it’s a fragrance that just urges one to roll. That’s an old photo of the Coyote – but no doubt when all the leaves are down – he’ll be performing his autumn ritual.

The changing season also signals the joyful foliage photos and the dreaded Halloween attire. I can hardly wait!

The spiders seem to be getting ready for Fall- there are webs everywhere. Often resulting in a wild dance by the Warden when we walk on the trails. Her arms are a-flailing and there’s lots of “ewwwww” sounds. Spiders must like dogs – most their webs are at human height….

On a different note, today according to the crazy calendar is Read a Book Day. And we are cheating today. Viktor wrote about reading an old Dog Book – and we think it’s time for a re-run. If you remember it – good for you! We didn’t. But then after several thousand blog posts – it’s no surprise. At least that’s our excuse. Check it out:

https://viktorsviews.com/2017/09/06/read-a-book/

Hey – I forgot to tell you somebody knocked over our green bin the other night. The humans had eaten mussels- and the shells were in the bin. Talk about roll-able aromas. Now THAT would have been fun. But it was cleaned up before we got the chance. Not sure what creature helped himself to the seafood leftovers. There haven’t been any bear sightings lately, so I’m banking on a fat raccoon. A big, fat raccoon. A big fat messy fish-smelling raccoon. I’ll let you know if we have any more action.

Time to head out. I’m on leaf color watch and bunny patrol.

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

Howdy blogaroos. Well. We are sad. Very sad. Sue and Keith leave today. Which leaves only once ricochet victim for me. The Warden. Sigh.

We had a great visit with them – and we look forward to their next visit- which MAY be before the snow flies. So we’ll do a countdown.

In the meantime, we are preparing for a new victim. A friend of the Warden’s who lives in the United States is coming this week. She’s never been to Canada’s Ocean Playground – and has obviously never been here to the zoo. The Warden will be sending off the danger waiver for her to sign before she gets here. We’re not 100% sure she’s a dog person. So our behavior could make her join the fan club – or it could reinforce cat loving. Or iguana loving. Or she may be happy with a pet rock when we’re done with her.

Hey – did you know today is Pet Rock Day? Somebody must have been stoned when they designated that holiday. Get it? Pet Rock? Stoned? Am I the only one who laughs at my jokes?

So here’s a dog who thinks rocks are super cool. I think he has rocks in his head…

https://www.thedodo.com/videos/lab-is-obsessed-with-water-and-cant-stop-diving

Looks like something the pebble Picard would do. He likes to dig. He likes water. Put them together and you have a pebble Picard- who retrieves rocks in the water. Better him than me.

Time to get ready for the send off. We’ll look all sad, so maybe they’ll give out some treats before they go. Plus now the Coyote will go into post-company depression. Maybe a hump-a- thon will make him feel better.

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

Howdy blogaroos. Happy Thursday from me – Squirmy!

I’m feeling good – the odd cough – but if we didn’t KNOW I was exposed to the plague, we might not even think twice about it. The Boss coughed twice yesterday- but at 12.5+, that’s probably par for him. And I think the Coyote let out one snarf – so I’m thinking we might be on tbe KC downslide. Yay!

So while we’re getting past one medical issue in this household, we have another one. This time it’s Aunt Sue. She has a stress fracture in her foot – and no- I didn’t cause it! She was running and she wasn’t even chasing bunnies! Running for the sake of running. A weird human thing. Although I SUPPOSE, we dogs DO get zoomies for no reason. But mind you – not for 10k!

Anyway, she’s sporting a fashionable Frankenstein boot. Which is good because before she got it, when I raced over her sore foot she screamed. Not so bad with the boot on.

With this unfortunate incident, we’re back to walking solo with the Warden in the morning. Keith is a great guy – but not a morning person. So back to the old routine- the Boss first, then me and then the Coyote. And while I’m out – or the Coyote is out, the Boss stands around shouting as loudly as possible, that we had better hurry and get back home. Now with Aunt Sue staying behind with him, she repeatedly tells him to be quiet. And he is…Except yesterday.

I was out on my walk up the road and Aunt Sue was in the kitchen with the Coyote and the Boss. The Boss had already been out for his walk. Because she told the Boss “no barking” he decided to channel his energy instead into pacing. To the deck door. To the front door. And back and forth again. So much so that Aunt Sue thought MAYBE he needed to pee. Now remember- he had JUST been out. So thinking he might need to pee, she opened the front door – and let him out – just like she had seen the Warden do dozens of times before. He’s the well behaved dog. He’s not a flight risk… But.. instead of heading to the lawn to pee, he proudly started marching up the middle of the driveway- heading for the road where the Warden and I were walking. He wanted us to come back home – and to have breakfast- NOW!

Well Aunt Sue panicked. Here she was with her Frankenstein boot – trying to go after the PON with a mission. She called his name as she hobbled along. He kept marching. She called again. He looked back at her and kept marching. But then she pleadingly said the magic words. “Do you want a treat?!” He stopped in mid march. He looked up the driveway and reconsidered. He turned around and came back. He stared at her for his treat. Which of course she didn’t have. So she convinced him if he came inside he could have one. He marched inside to the treat jar. Emergency diverted.

Not sure what’s on the agenda for today. I do need to remind Aunt Sue that although she can’t take us on long walks, we are quite happy to retrieve bumpers if she just wants to sit in a chair and keep throwing them 100 times. We can help her exercise her arms. She can thank me for being so thoughtful.

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