Yo. Blog people. Elroy here. So what’s goin’ on? Everything here is cool. Well not temperature-wise. It’s hot that way. But cool otherwise with me and the bros.
Yeah – after some weirdo stomach stuff for about a week, I’m back to my normal selective eating routine. Some people call it picky. I call it selective. But I’m back to cleaning my bowl and eating the blue orbs every day. Who knew they were so tasty? But here’s the thing – if I happen to drop a blueberry during distribution time, I don’t even look down for it. I know the Imp has already devoured it. That dude is QUICK.
And speaking of quick – the mops decided to go on a neighborhood “visit” yesterday. The Warden was on her way to get grooming – or in human terms – a haircut- so she let the mops out the front door for a quick pee. The Imp heard the neighbors and took off to tell them they didn’t belong there. And let me tell you – that old guy is fast – he dashed off behind him and the Warden couldn’t keep up. She found them both up at the neighbors’ – peeing on their plants and barking at the same time. The Warden grabbed the Imp by the hair and told him to down stay while she went after the Boss who was cruising their garage looking for food. Then the Imp decided to head for the other neighbors’ house – the ones with the cats – while the Warden was chasing him and letting out the odd bad word. She caught him and came back and grabbed the Boss and led them down the driveway holding onto their hair like a police officer holding a suspect by the collar. The Boss started dramatically screaming (keep in mind he does the same thing while he’s being brushed) while the Imp tried to gnaw at her hand- all the time she’s repeatedly shouting”sorry…sorry… SORRY.” She let them go and they raced happily for home. Never a dull moment. Good thing our neighbors are our friends- or at least they were until yesterday.
So according to the crazy calendar, on this day in 1661, the first banknotes in Europe were issued by the Bank of Stockholm. So we decided to see what bank notes feature dogs. And we found some:
https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Dogs_on_banknotes
None look like Picards or mops. But a few are almost Berner-like.
And on the subject of banknotes, of course we have to mention our canine ability to sniff out cash:
https://wagwalking.com/sense/can-dogs-smell-cash
I’m not a cash guy myself. And the mops don’t really care about cash either. But leave a biscuit in your pocket and the mops will hound you until you give it up. Especially the Boss. He’ll eat right through a pocket.
Finally, no talk about dogs and cash would be complete without mentioning what happens when dogs eat money. And I’m not talking about us eating you out of house and home with normal care. I’m talking about us swallowing some cash – literally. Here are a few examples:
https://terriblyterrier.com/dogs-eating-money/
Those are pretty old examples. Imagine the “bottom” line with the cost of things today. Aren’t I funny? I bet no Picard has eaten cash. We’re too picky.
OK. Gotta go harass the Imp before he starts harassing me. Good times.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe. JBJ
Viktorsviews. The Next Chapter. 