Lucky number!

Howdy blogaroos!!!! Squirmy here to tell you there’s no triskaidekaphobia in this house. At least not today. What’s that giant word? It’s a fear of the number 13. And WHY are we considering the number 13 LUCKY today? Because it’s the Boss’s 13th birthday!!!!! Let the party begin!

Yup – the old fella is now a baker’s dozen. And going strong!

While rain is still a bad four-letter word to him, it never prevents him from going out with the gang, because he doesn’t want to miss a thing. Like the possibility of a treat. Although he does walk like he’s in a funeral march.

He still hates grooming and moans like he is being tortured, but instantly bounces up for a treat. 150 times during an average grooming session.

His eyesight may be a bit blurry but he can still smell the neighbors’ cat at 150 yards.

His appetite is as strong as ever – and he won’t pass up anything that’s edible. Because he’s always starving. He has been his entire life.

He still hates crates and car rides, but is fine as soon as he is released from his incarceration. He does NOT like to feel “restricted” and that’s probably why he moans and groans during car rides. He would rather be driving himself.

He still loves to fetch but has a tolerance of about 15 retrieves after which he takes his fetch toy and heads for the door to go in.

He ALWAYS assumes coat pockets contain treats and will spontaneously heel in place without being asked to do so. Even when the Warden literally pulls her pockets inside out, to show him she has nothing, he doesn’t believe her. He figures her coat pockets might be empty – but what about her pants pockets.

He barks. Because he can. Whenever he wants. For no reason at all. He barks like no one is listening. But we are.

He tolerates my incessant licking of his ears, face, and assorted other anatomical structures. He growls – and I do back off because he IS the Boss – but he’s more tolerant than I would be!

He still LOVES, LOVES, LOVES to have his photos taken because he associates photos with treats. Or he’s just a ham. Yesterday, the Warden brushed him and took him outside for his birthday photos. (While I barked incessantly inside the house). Here are a few Frodo-genic shots:

He still loves to work and train and he had an awesome 2022 – still strutting his stuff in Rally:

He completed his Rally Master title in 2022 and he even got a trick dog title – and a Versatility Title!

He also competed in Team with me and our Shaggy teammates and he added a win in Team to his resume.

He’s got some lumps and bumps, and he takes his cardiac medication every day – but he really hasn’t slowed down much at all. When he saw the cardiologist a few years ago, the doctor thought he might live to 12 with his heart issues. Who knew his 12th year could be so good – and that he would be doing so well on his 13th birthday?! We realize he has beat the odds – and every single day is a blessing and a bonus. I guess the moral of the story – listen to a prognosis- but continue to live. Large. And bark. Because you can.

Happy birthday Boss!!! The Coyote and I and the Warden love ya lots! And lots. We’re also thrilled to wish one of his womb mates – Murray in Ontario, a Happy 13 as well! Keep on ticking boys. Just don’t forget to share your birthday treats.

Enjoy some highlights from the past year:

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

Hey Buddy

Howdy blogaroos. Scuba Squirmy here. Yup – another forecast of torrential rain. Yee haw. I’m thinking the Warden is going to break out the rain gear for us today. Oh joy oh happiness. Mind you, the Boss will probably be happy. He’s really not happy being soggy.

I’m going training this morning with my Shaggy peeps – it’s our Thursday thing. It’s a chance to train away from home – the Warden says I need lots of training elsewhere. I’m a superstar at home. But leave these hallowed halls, and it’s anybody’s guess how I’ll behave. I AM getting better – but I’m not breaking any training speed records. What can I say? I’m methodical. Better than diabolical.

And speaking of which, did ya hear the story of Ralphie?

It looks like I’ve met my match. It sounds like Ralphie is a real handful. It’s funny – and not funny, really. I mean who wants to live with a total demon dog? Hopefully he finds someone who will provide him with love AND boundaries.

What else is new? Oh yeah – the top dog names for 2022 in the AKC were named. Personally, I think humans need to be a BIT more creative. I mean some of these names have been in the Top 10 for YEARS.

Here’s the thing- dogs RARELY ever go by one name. It gets shortened, like Fro or Doe for Frodo, or lengthened like Elly Belly for Elroy. And then it can be something that’s not even close – like Squirmy for Wojtek. And yes, I do answer to Squirm.

And we ALL answer to one of the names in the Top 10 – Buddy. That’s a Nova Scotian thing. Everybody is Buddy. “Buddy delivered the parcel to the side door.” “Buddy took my parking spot.” “Buddy needs to keep his dog on a leash.” Everybody is a Buddy – and so are we. We hear “Buddy don’t pull.” “Buddy come on.” “Buddy, I’m out of treats.” With us dogs, Buddy seems to be used in a pleading, or explanatory way. When we’re it real trouble- it’s always our REAL names. “Wojtek stop licking Frodo’s ears.” “Frodo stop barking right this instant or I’ll get the gun!” Which is a squirt gun should you be worried – and just the sight of it is enough to end an incessant barking episode. “Elroy get in here – it’s time for bed!” Yup. Names are pretty interesting. And when you hear your name, you had better pay attention. In theory.

Well almost time to get out the rain gear. I hope wherever you are, you stay dry!

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


Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here after our I’m snow-filled weekend. Which is supposed to be replaced by a rain-filled day today. Ooooooeeeee the Boss will be cranky. I’m staying out of his way.

Now snow is supposed to be fun. There are all these false advertising photos and videos of dogs romping in the snow – looking joyful and happy. Not so much in our happy abode…at least not yesterday…

The day after the storm, we did our walks on the plowed and shoveled driveway and road. Note I said shoveled. Our plow guy came Friday – but BEFORE it stopped snowing. So overnight we got another 3-4 inches of snow. Meaning the Warden had to shovel lots of our driveway. At least the luge run part. She had visions of the rain turning the thing into a nice thick coating of ice. While she was out there, moaning and groaning, the Boss was inside shouting out directions and also yelling that he wanted breakfast. So what did she do? She opened the door and let him out with her while she worked. Note she didn’t let me or the Coyote out because she was working in the unfenced front yard. And let’s face it, the Coyote would take off and yours truly would also likely get bored and start bunny hunting. She also didn’t leave us out in the backyard because she KNOWS me too well – and she was afraid that although I don’t TRY to escape the fenced yard- IF I thought the Boss was out front having a good time, well – who knows WHAT kind of escape I might try. So the Coyote and I stayed inside.

Meanwhile, the Boss watched her work for about 45 minutes and then started to get bored. He kept getting in front of the shovel. When that didn’t stop the proceedings, he then stood at the front door and shouted that he wanted to go back in the house. The Warden kept saying “10 more minutes.” He was NOT impressed.

Yesterday morning, the Warden decided we would all take a walk to the lake. Now here comes the non-joyful aspect of snow-ventures. The Boss wasn’t keen on the whole idea – although he started off rather happily. I was racing through the woods and the Coyote seemed invigorated by the cold crisp air. The tree branches were low – laden with loads of white stuff- so every time you hit one, you found yourself in a mini snow storm. It was kinda pretty. We were about 1/4 of the way on our circular trail to the lake, when the joyful snow venture started to go badly. We two PONs were down. We didn’t like the snowballs between our pads- so we laid down to chew our feet. Now admittedly, the snowballs were NOT that bad – we’ve been out where our legs were so heavy we couldn’t move. But this WAS our first real snow of the winter and the Warden had to coax us along. Initially the Coyote seemed fine, but by the time he got to the lake he was walking alternately on three different legs. His feet were cold. He looked like he was walking on hot coals.

Of course, the Warden HAD to take some photos of us in our winter “wonderland.” She made an already agonizing walk that much worse. We begrudgingly stayed in place just to get the whole paparazzi thing over. And to get the treats, Then we continued our way back to the house – with a hobbling Picard and two PONs who kept hitting the ground to do snowball removal surgery. We were a motley crew. And the short walk took twice the normal time. It was not fun.

When we got in the house, the Warden quickly wiped us down with towels. We didn’t need the warm water snowball tub removal because, as I mentioned, we were not covered in balls. We have been much, much worse. And it was time for breakfast. During our morning ritual, we PONs must sit and wait for breakfast to be served. Meanwhile, the Coyote is sequestered in the front hall with his bowl. Well. The Boss refused to sit. The Warden then asked him to lie down. He refused. All the while I’m sitting patiently in place, drooling. Finally, I was released to eat, and the Warden tried to figure out what was wrong with the Boss. He couldn’t sit or lie down. The Warden didn’t realize he still had a few snowballs (tiny ones the size of peas) on his belly and butt. As a result, he was paralyzed. She released the starving snowball guy to eat his breakfast. He said he’s not going out until Spring. Our winter has been so mild, we haven’t yet been conditioned to the snow. Go figure.

After our fun in the snow, the Warden started scrolling through Wastebook and she saw this “free app” that everyone seemed to be using – to make their dogs into cartoons. She saw plenty of adorable cartoon pups – and decided to try it too. For some reason, our results weren’t nearly as cute as everybody else’s. For example – in this version, the Coyote looks like a llama, the Boss looks like a sloth, and yours truly looks like I’m wearing a toupee:

In this version, we all look possessed:

Here’s an even better llama version:

In this one, the Boss looks like a Beatle. Or Hitler. And who is that strange creature behind us?

In this one, the Coyote is looking better – but the Boss looks kinda like a sheep. A weird sheep…

You can download the app for free. Free meaning you don’t mind wasting time watching commercials for other apps. You COULD pay for the app- which eliminates the commercials and provides even MORE cartoon options. I’d rather buy a bag of biscuits.

Well, time to go out in the rain. More joyful weather. The hourly forecast says it won’t stop until early evening. The Boss says he can “hold it” until then. This could be a long day…

Oh and did you know there are 56 days until Spring! But who’s counting?

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

In the news

Greetings blog aficionados. Frodo here for your reading pleasure on this post-snow day Saturday. Yes, winter finally arrived in the Halifax area- with a substantial “dumping” of white stuff. When we awoke, the flurries had begun, and they continued throughout the day. And as a result, the Imp’s obedience class was canceled. Pity. It meant no respite for me or the Coyote. Meanwhile, Her Highness proclaimed that it would be a “day of rest” during which she did just that – reading and relaxing and catching up with friends on the phone while Yours truly, endured the continual attempts to clean my ears by the Imp. That boy is persistent. And just occasionally, a bit stubborn. He and Her Highness have had a few “chats” lately about just who is in charge in our household. He appears to be at yet another “stage” where he needs reminders that HE does not rule the roost (though he likes to believe he does). I dare say that Her Highness is winning the battle – but by a small margin.

Because our humble abode is lacking exciting news, let us look to news elsewhere.

Here is a story of the World’s Oldest living Dog – Spike.

I am not certain about the exact age of Spike, given that he was a rescue – but if it’s confirmed by Guinness, who am I to question his longevity. Cheers to the old gentleman who reportedly began life in rather difficult surroundings.

The following article attempts to answer the stirring age old question: “Why do dogs sit on your feet?”

There seem to be a variety of explanations- none of which can be completely confirmed as it doesn’t appear they actually asked any dogs. Perhaps we do so because the spot below your feet is exactly where we wanted to be. But your feet are in the way. I dare say it will continue to be a question that remains unanswered.

Here is a heartwarming story about some very inventive teens – who clearly liked their teacher. And her dog…

But of all the stories, perhaps this is the one I personally enjoyed the most. Although it MAY have been “set up” as they say- the concept is quite amusing:

And you humans believe that you are smarter than us canines…. The Imp can release himself from a wire kennel if there are no carabiners to hold the latch down. He has also been known to release the Coyote from the same kennel. We never recorded the Imp and his escape skills – but this little dog has the same idea:

Well I believe it is almost time to patrol our property and take a jaunt to the lake. I just hope that the deep blanket of “white stuff” is not snowball- forming. In which case – take the others – and I’m fine just to relieve myself on the paved driveway. Age has its privileges. Although I DO want to make sure I’m not missing out on something. I may just walk in the boot prints of Her Highness.

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

Final note from Linda: We are very sad to share the news that Bumble, the Picard who had gone missing and was miraculously found, has passed away. The effects of his journey were more serious than initially expected. Hearts around the world have broken and our thoughts are with Donna at this terribly difficult time.

They take our hearts, and break our hearts – but we still wouldn’t have it any other way…..Rest easy Bumble…


Yo. Blog people. Elroy here for a change. Here to share a fantastic, wonderful, incredible, heart-warming, happy-ending story with you. (Today also happens to be Thesaurus Day – so the Boss made me start off that way). I’m writing this story with his help, because my version would be a whole lot shorter….I’d rather spend time watching. Nobody knows what I’m watching – because they just don’t SEE and hear the way I do. We Picards are special in that way.

Anyway, if anybody from Disney is reading this story- it’s a movie waiting to be made.

It’s the story of Bumble – a Berger Picard just like yours truly. Bumble lived with his breeders and best peeps – Donna and Mike in Minnesota. And besides being a loved family member, Bumble was an awesome show dog – winning all kinds of ribbons.

On January 6, Bumble was being transported to another state – possibly to be in some dog shows. That part I don’t know for sure, but what I do know is that when Bumble and the people caring for him stopped for a break in Wells, Nevada, somehow Bumble got off his leash. And like yours truly, decided to go on an adventure. Quickly. In the vast Nevada wilderness. But unlike my adventures, Bumble’s adventure was a whole lot bigger.

When Donna got the news that Bumble was on the lam, it was a story like “Planes, Trains and Automobiles”. Minus the train. She hopped on a flight to the nearest airport – which was over a three hour drive from Wells. She then jumped in a car and possibly drove over the speed limit. I don’t know because I wasn’t there – but Donna was a woman with a mission: Find Bumble.

And so began the search and a massive media campaign to spread the word about Bumble – far and wide – so that it would increase the likelihood of him being found. HUNDREDS and HUNDREDS of people around the GLOBE shared the news about the missing Picard. Thousands followed the story. In the area where Bumble made his exit, probably EVERYONE in the town was on the lookout. Signs were posted. Traps were set. Cameras were set up. A professional tracker was hired. A drone was used.

What no doubt made the story doubly heartbreaking was that when Donna arrived she actually SAW Bumble in the distance. But here’s the thing- when dogs go into flight mode, they often do not respond to even the people they are closest to. Bumble took off. And for almost a week, the search continued with no other sightings by Donna. Foot prints were found and initially there were reported sightings by others, but then they stopped.

Throughout this terrifying ordeal, people all around the globe (including Her Highness), obsessively checked social media for updates. And many people hopefully learned some valuable information for when a dog is lost- some of which I’ll post in a minute.

Anyway, after almost a week, the professional tracker said the trail had gone cold. Sadly, it was believed that Bumble was possibly hit by a vehicle and had been subsequently been picked up. Of course shelters and vet clinics had been notified – but it seemed Bumble had vanished. Although the media blitz continued, Donna made the sad decision to go home. Her final post before she left was heartbreaking.

But of course, the story doesn’t end there. We Picards are such crafty clowns. And pretty darn resilient. Bumble waited for Donna to get back to Minnesota and he then appeared and went up to the vehicle of a ranch worker, Juan. Juan unfortunately didn’t know Bumble was friendly, so he sadly did not invite him in the vehicle. But Donna was notified – and she turned around and headed back to Nevada. Operation Bumble: Part 2. Donna arrived with all kinds of smelly things from home to attract him.

The small local community continued its ongoing outpouring of support. Traps were set – and then, of course, snow came. Lots of snow. Making it a challenge to check the traps. I’m telling you – this IS a Disney movie.

And around the world, people waited. And prayed. And sent good wishes. And repeatedly checked for updates.

And yesterday, the ultimate update came – after an 11 day walk-about, Bumble was FOUND. Yup. Busted. After MUCH walking and searching, Juan (who joined in the search) and Donna, found some tracks way back in a field. Fresh tracks. And they followed them and found more. And then – because it was meant to happen, by luck and through the thousands of prayers and good thoughts from around the world, Donna spotted Bumble sitting under some sagebrush. Timid but tired. She slowly and carefully approached him, and with a slight touch to reassure him – he agreed that his walk-about should come to an end.

He was gathered up and carried as he was pretty weak – and he was taken immediately to a vet clinic – where he stayed to be thoroughly checked out and cared for.

He will probably have to wear an ankle bracelet with tracking device for the rest of his life. Just joking about the bracelet. Although one of those GPS collars MIGHT be a good idea.

Even though we don’t know Donna or Bumble personally- their story was one that touched many people owned by dogs. And not just people owned by Picards. Dog people. They felt they KNEW Bumble – and they could feel the anguish in his search. When news was posted that he had been found, you could literally hear a sigh of relief from around the world. Thousands of people indicated their happiness with on-line posts.

Donna is admired for her incredible persistence in searching. And one has to acknowledge the great support from the local community – who helped in the rescue efforts including Juan. And throughout it all, even when things looked somewhat bleak – HOPE remained. That desire. That wish. That anticipation that everything will be all right. And it was.

We’re glad you’re back Bumble. I guess we should thank you for the adventure – it’s been quite the journey – and most of all, we were happy for the grand finale.

We all deserve a happy ending now and then.

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

Hopefully you will never need the following info, but here are some resources about lost dogs:,%2C%20loose%2C%20or%20panicked%20dog.

Raining and training

Hey blogaroos. Happy Manic Monday! From soggy Nova Scotia. Holy moly we had a wild wet weekend- and we have more rain in the forecast for today and tomorrow. Yesterday was especially yucky – it was freezing rain all day. ALL day. It’s weird all the kinds of rain – freezing rain is kinda like regular rain except when it hits the ground – BOOM – it freezes. So roads and sidewalks and trees get icy. Our deck was icy with crunchy rain bits and our trail to the lake was a combo of crunchy bits and water. The Boss was in total depression. He did NOT want to go out. Meanwhile, all day long, the Coyote would, every few hours, scratch at the door to go out and do a walk about in the pelting rain. He would wander around, do backyard property patrol and come back in, at his leisure, crunchy and soaking wet. The Boss just rolled his eyes every time he did it.

The Warden and I did our obedience work- and I was wild. We were playing tug and oopsie – she now looks like a pin cushion.

We are having some “challenges” with my dumbbell work. Sure- I’ll bring it back – NO problem. BUT – I spit it out when I bring it back. So we’ve gone back to learning “hold it.” And THIS is where I become just a tiny, little itsy bitsy bit stubborn. I’ll take the dumbell, and the Warden will tell me to hold it. Pitewy – I spit it out. She will gently hold her hand under my chin – and if I hold it for even .001 second, I get a treat. But holding it any longer – nah. Now if you throw a tug toy and I bring it back – I’ll hold on for dear life. Dumbbells- not so much. Mind you – I would be happy just to eat them. But apparently, chewing dumbbells is frowned upon in the “rules.” Who makes these rules anyway? I think dumbbells are just foolish. I mean look at the name – they don’t even look like bells. And I’m not even sure that the word “dumb” is even politically correct. These things need new branding. Maybe then I’ll hold onto one.

Training me for obedience work is SUCH a puzzle. The Boss says “Wojtek” and “obedience” don’t really go in the same sentence. Sure – I have moments when I LOOK obedient- but I’m really like an actor – playing a role. And if the salary isn’t good enough, the performance is not exactly Oscar material. By the time the Boss was my age, he already had his Novice Obedience title. Mind you – his first formative year was not during COVID. That’s my excuse- and I’m sticking to it. The Warden says she loves a challenge- so I figure that’s why she loves me!

After I did my work, all three of us got to practice our sit and down stays. The sit is for one minute and the down is three minutes.

As usual, the Coyote likes this game as he doesn’t have to do much except stay in place. Half way through the sit, he decided to lie down. Now if I do that, I’m told to sit back up. The Warden tried that with the Coyote, and he acted like a wet dish rag that had never heard the word “sit” before. The Warden conceded defeat with him and let him stay down while the Boss and I completed the sit. Which we did quite successfully. Then it was time for the down stay. The Coyote was already down so he didn’t need to do anything which was fine by him. We all stayed in place for our 3 minutes. And we all got a treat. Nothing like getting a treat for doing nothing. It’s boring – but not exactly taxing.

The Boss isn’t training for any competitions but he still likes to work out. In the photo, he’s showing me that he can hold a dumbbell. Good for him. But can he ricochet like me? I think not.

OK. Almost time to see if the rain will stop for a few minutes so we can get out for our walks. Then I’m coming in to work on building the ark.

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

Mourning begins

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here. Starting our official period of mourning- because Sue leaves today. We’ve really enjoyed having her here- she’s an excellent ricochet victim and she knows where the treat jar is. PLUS she even went to two of my classes AND a training session. She said she can’t believe I’m the same dog when I’m in class. She said I’m quiet there – and pretty low key. Compared to my hummingbird on speed behavior when I’m at home. What can I say. I’m a mystery.

We know the Coyote will get all mopey when she leaves – just like he did when Keith left. Any change freaks him out. Ya move the garbage can two feet from where it’s normally located – and he stands and stares at it like it’s an alien from Mars. So one less person in the house will really drive him crazy.

The photo above was taken during our one snowy day. But yesterday we had rain all day. So walks were short and as usual, not the Boss’ favorite activity. I’m surprised he hasn’t called Animal Control to report dog abuse after our walks in the rain. When the sun is out – he’s a different dog. All smiley and happy.

He’s such a ham for photos. And speaking of photos – check out these award winning canine shots from 2022:

Some of those photos are pretty incredible. That shot of the border collie is crazy. He’s flying. Really – he’s like a rocket. A new goal for me. Rocket dog. I already have a good ricochet down to get started…

OK. Have to take Sue on one more walk before she heads out. Wonder if I can make her miss her flight….

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


Howdy blogaroos. It’s me. Squirmy. Here on another manic Monday morning. Ready to rock and roll. Especially roll. Why? Because we finally got a little bit of snow. Not enough for the plow guy to come – but enough to send two PONs into a rolling mood. The Coyote just watches us. Or tries to eat the snow as he walks. Like he’s clearing a path.

The Coyote is out of sorts because Keith left. He doesn’t do well with change. He gets all squeaky and mopey. Although he was also on serious counter surfing duties too. Sue was surprised to see him cruising the counters yesterday. She said he must be really hungry. That. Or looking for Keith.

Meanwhile, I learned that seniority has its privileges. So you know how I kept bugging the Boss – licking his ears and his back? Well, he had to wear a t-shirt which he didn’t mind. But the Warden didn’t trust me to not rip it off him if we were left alone. So when she and Sue went out, the Boss was sequestered in the bedroom. Which he loved because he could completely spread out on the bed.

In the evening, when the girls decided to watch endless episodes of home improvement shows downstairs in the rec room, the Warden left me and the Coyote upstairs and the Boss was downstairs with them, learning how to demolish tile floors. He was safely sequestered from surgical Squirmy because the Warden didn’t want to be repeatedly telling me to “leave it” while she was also learning to rewire old lamps.

So the first night they abducted him, I was a bit miffed, but sulked with the Coyote. The second night, I did the same – although I did shout out a number of times that we were doing “fine” upstairs in case anyone wanted to know.

But yesterday, I had had enough. I shouted. When that didn’t work, I threw around a metal food dish. Multiple times. Then I went in the hall where we have a small bench. The bench seat lifts up to reveal a storage area – where we place our leashes and my collar with the bell. Anyway, when the metal food dish didn’t draw enough attention, I then began to lift and slam the lid on the bench. Over and over. At first Sue didn’t know what was going on- it sounded like someone pounding on the door. The Warden looked at her and said “he’s slamming the bench.” I then went back to throwing around the food dish. It still didn’t work – I didn’t get the attention I so desperately needed. Meanwhile, the Boss was lounging down there, learning how to replace a counter top. The guy had the nerve to smirk at me when they finally came upstairs.

I did note his cyst is much better – not that I was licking it or anything. But his ear is still goopy, requiring a good cleaning and drops again yesterday.

Not sure what the girls have planned for today. Surely there can’t be home improvements shows on EVERY night. Now I think the Boss just feels he is entitled to watch TV with them. Perhaps some cooking shows would be better – it least he might learn to make some biscuits,

Time to motor. Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Three Kings

Howdy Blogaroos. King Squirmy here. It’s January 6 – also known as Epiphany or Feast of the Three Kings.

The word epiphany in Greek means “striking appearance.” It’s when Baby Jesus met the Three Wise Men – after His Birthday Bash with the Shepherds. The Three Wise Men brought gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. We Three Kings would prefer treats, bully sticks and beef cheek rolls.

Today is also the day that many people take down their Christmas trees. Ours went over the deck railing the other day – losing needles as it went. Now it is providing a new pee mail location in the yard- until the Warden drags it into the woods.

Yesterday Keith departed for Newfoundland, but Sue is staying a bit longer. So I’m down one ricochet victim,

For the past few days I’ve really been in the doghouse with the Warden. It’s because of my obsessive licking behavior. No. I’m not licking myself. I’m licking the Boss. His ears are a prime spot – AND I’m also obsessed with a cyst he has on his back. And yes – it’s a cyst – because the vet has examined it – and it is definitely a cyst. The thing is – I feel it’s my responsibility to remove it by licking at it. Which I actually did once before – one time when the Warden wasn’t home. And my surgical skills were excellent- as it went away. But it’s back. So I feel the need to again remove it. The Warden stops me every chance she gets. And in fact, without being too graphic – she herself did some surgery on the cyst – and then treated it with antibiotic cream. Even so – I still feel the need to add my own medical intervention . The Warden finally put a shirt on the Boss – because she was SO tired of saying “Wojtek leave it!” The Boss didn’t care, he thought he looked dapper. And it did stop my licking – of his back. Now she’ll need to put ear muffs on him too. What can I say – I’m a caring kind of guy. The Warden said my behavior is just gross. Whatever.

I’m not sure how the morning constitutional will go now that Keith is gone. Will the two ladies attempt to take all three of us? Will two of us go while someone is left behind to mournfully bark out a plea for the others to return? If so, who is left behind? And then does that guy get a solo walk? With who? Oh the drama. This could be very entertaining. I’ll keep you posted.

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

Time and stuff

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here- as we’re rolling right along in 2023. New Year’s Eve was pretty anticlimactic here. The humans went out for dinner, came back stuffed – and we all hit the sack before the clock hit midnight. Not exactly a wild party time here. But that’s OK – we canines got everyone up at our normal 7 AM – so just as well they didn’t stay up until the stroke of twelve.

We continue to enjoy balmy weather here. We know the bubble will burst – but no snowballs stuck in uncomfortable places just yet. We have had some rain – resulting in a few days of muddy trail walks. Boy oh boy – the Boss is like two different dogs when it’s muddy AND there are puddles. Sue has been walking him and she immediately recognized the PON funeral march. He walks WAY behind everyone and looks like he is being tortured. But once he gets to pavement without puddles – he trots along at the front of the pack. We must take a video one day.

Yesterday, Sue and the Warden decided to do the Christmas destruction. The tree was getting kind dry, so they decided to tackle the job right after breakfast. Now putting away the explosion is never fun… but yesterday was the worst ever. You see, the Warden has boxes and boxes and BOXES of Christmas stuff – some of which never sees the light of day. It’s buried deep in the downstairs storage closet. It’s one of those things that some humans say: “when the season is over, I’m going to donate/get rid of those things I don’t need or use.” But then, the time comes – and ya just want to be DONE- so you jam ALL the stuff back in the closet- and say you’ll do it next year. At least that’s what the Warden does.

Well. This year, Sue must have been delirious or something- because she told the Warden she’d help her get rid of stuff. And clean out the closet. BAD idea. A Christmas destruction that should have normally taken a few hours, took ALL DAY. They sent Keith to the dump with some stuff that wasn’t worthy of a donation to a charity. We’re talking stuff that was in the deep dark corners of the storage closet. They also have a tractor trailer load of of stuff to go to the charity store. OK maybe not that much but clearly there was more than Christmas coming out of that closet. We watched the proceedings with interest- and happy that we didn’t have to do the work. They took a break in the afternoon and stopped for supper – but the final elves hit the boxes by around 9PM. By then the otherwise happy sisters we’re about ready to strangle each other. I’m sure Sue will never again volunteer to put away Christmas stuff at our place. Mind you – it’s a whole lot more organized now. AND you can actually walk into the storage closet, without pulling stuff out first. It can be our new clubhouse!

So that was the beginning of 2023. Yesterday dragged on forever because we were bored. We could smell the hours in the day ticking away. Because did you know we dogs SMELL time?! We do – check this story out:

So this theory hasn’t been proven scientifically- but it sure makes sense. We dogs have an amazing sense of smell – and it totally makes sense that we can judge time by the scents around us. I do think we are also driven by routines – like when we’re ready for supper. We let the Warden know it’s time. Mind you – we PONs would have supper at ANY time.

Well, whether I smell it or not – I think it’s almost time to walk the humans.

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