Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here. If you can’t find me in the above photo – it’s no wonder. Don’t look too long – it’s pretty much impossible. But I AM there. Read on to find out why this photo came about and some new things we learned about me this week…

So it’s been an interesting few days. We learned the following.

1. I’m a sensitive (rather stubborn) boy who doesn’t recover well when told “no.”

2. While I have always been a dog who stares at puddles and water, I’m not so keen about going in them.

3. I have changed my attitude about fast moving long-eared wildlife. In the past, I pretty much ignored them. Pretty much….

So we won’t rehash the whole woolie experience. I think I’d like to try it again sometime. In the meantime, the Warden will wave flags at me to get me used to them.

As for the water thing….yesterday, the Warden decided to take us to the lake again, and this time she took a favorite fetch toy and a really long line for the Coyote. All the way to the lake I kept trying to grab the toy. I LOVE fetch. Well. IMAGINE my shock when she got to the water’s edge and she hurled the thing INTO THE WATER! The Coyote leapt in and off he went. Remember- this is a dog who doesn’t play fetch on dry land. I watched with wide eyes as he grabbed the toy and began swimming for shore. With the Warden reeling him in. He dropped the toy on shore and shook himself off. I was in shock. He looked at the Warden and she asked if he wanted to go again. He jumped around in place. Again she hurled the toy. I started crying and racing along the shoreline. At one point I went to a spot where there were a lot of trees and branches and I slipped and found myself in the water. I raced out. Again the Coyote brought back the toy. This went on several times. With me crying and barking. The Warden tried to encourage me to go in – she even went in herself, but I was having no part of it. Much as I wanted that toy.

The Warden wanted to try to get me to go in- but she couldn’t wrangle me while holding onto the Coyote. Because if he’s let loose – he’s gone. All the time she’s begging me and holding onto him, the Boss is eating grass. She notices and yells at him to stop – because who likes grass puke? He takes off to find a spot out of sight to graze.

She decides she’ll take the Boss and Coyote back to the house and she’ll “work with me” alone. We race home – she puts them in the fenced yard, and I happily follow her back to the lake because she’s got the coveted fetch toy. When we get to the lake, she steps in – and encourages me to come in. It’s at this point that I realize her intentions. I back away from the shoreline. She steps out – and calls me in that fake “come here” voice that’s used when you’re about to be groomed or get a bath. I know that voice. I take off into the woods. If you can’t see me in the above photo – it’s because I am self-hidden. I’m really hard to spot. You can find the answer below. If it even helps. Anyway, after repeatedly trying to entice me by tossing the toy on the ground, she decided to give up. Just as she went to get the toy, I raced out of my hiding place, grabbed it and headed for home. Swimming lesson 1 – epic fail.

And now onto the wildlife….Later that day she took me and the Boss out for our nightly land fetch. The Coyote doesn’t participate- he only fetches in water. After a few fetches, we do some obedience training. While each of us works, the other guy is supposed to stay in a down stay and watch. I’m pretty good at this exercise. The Boss – not so much. He cheats. He gets up because he wants the treats. But like I said – I’m good at this…

So the Boss and the Warden were doing some heel work and they were trotting toward me, when the Warden noticed me suddenly put my head up- and I was looking up the luge run driveway. She turned to see what I was looking at and spotted a bunny – and before she could say “nooooo” – I was off. With the Boss behind me. The bunny ran around a large garden bed- and the Warden saw him sitting there, while we were on the other side. “Go bunny” she shouted- just as I came around the bed. He’s still a bit faster than me – and off into the woods he went with me in pursuit. The Boss plays for a bit – but doesn’t want sticks in his coat so he doesn’t go in the woods. The Warden could hear us in the woods – just as the bunny popped out and raced across the lawn. Followed 15 seconds later by yours truly. “ENOUGH” the Warden shouted. So I reluctantly returned to my “stay” position. And she and the Boss carried on their training. Well. It wasn’t 10 minutes later – and GUESS who came back?! I think he likes me. And we had a repeat performance of our previous chase. I still didn’t catch him. He just needs to get a flag….

Oh – here’s the photo which shows where I am during my swimming lesson. You can just barely see the bridge of my muzzle and my white hair. The Warden took this from in the water. Better her than me.

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

Greetings blog aficionados. Frodo here for your reading pleasure on this the 5th of July. And according to the calendar which features unusual historical tidbits, on this day in 1994, a gentleman by the name of Jeff Bezos founded a little company, known as Amazon. He reportedly chose the name because it was at the beginning of the alphabet. If that was the case, one would think the company would have been called Aardvark. No doubt, as some resources say, he also considered the river by the same name. I suppose that makes sense.

Regardless of its beginnings, the company offers a huge on-line marketplace. Need an item? Check Amazon. Except for non-aquarium pets. Dogs, cats, snakes etc cannot be sold. Thank goodness. You can though, buy aquarium pets like fish, snails and shrimp. None of whom require daily walks.

The following is a list of “cute” dog products featured in the Country Living magazine which are sold on Amazon:

https://www.countryliving.com/shopping/g39972023/best-amazon-dog-products/

Personally, I thought there was an over abundance in this article of attire related items. I am here to pronounce I do not wish to wear pajamas, nor do I wish to look like a cow or Chewbacca. We would quickly put an end to most of the toys. The Avocado Toast would be toast. And the corn cob would quickly be kernel-less. This is coming from someone who actually ate a REAL corn cob and lived to tell the tale. After a veterinary visit.

There also seems to be a huge assortment of beds. When one is allowed to sleep on a human bed – like myself, why get a “pet bed.” The Imp still prefers to sleep UNDER his pet bed.

We already have neon light-up harnesses – so no need for the collars.

Now the one item that DID catch my eye was the treat maker. That has potential for Santa’s requisition list.

Meanwhile, yesterday we all took a little walk to the lake- and Her Highness encouraged the FG to go for his first swim of the season. That lad is….something else. But just what he is, I don’t know. She showed him a stick and threw it into the water. He jumped in – and although the stick was right in front of him, he couldn’t find it. She reeled him back in, as he was on a line. Meanwhile, the Imp was going MAD. He has never seen the FG swim- and he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to go in. He didn’t want to go in. He ran along the shoreline watching. He put a foot in. He jumped back. Her Highness threw another stick for the FG – which he watched, and yet again could not find. I believe he was looking for the bumper she usually throws in. He could not grasp the stick concept – despite the fact that he is known to carry sticks he finds on the trail. Her Highness reeled him back in. This time she held him- shook the stick in front of him, tossed it making sure he saw it and let him go. And go he did – pulling her face first into the water and onto her knees. Thankfully, she landed in a rather precarious pose with her derrière out of the water. The pose was lucky because her phone was in her back pocket. She tossed it onto the shore and got herself up – her rubber boots full of water. I just watched with mild delight. And the FG retrieved the stick. Finally. The Imp still could not be convinced to go in. Perhaps today. But you can definitely count yours truly out. No. Thank. You.

Time for our early morning constitutionals before it gets too warm. And then perhaps some Amazon shopping as I do believe they carry dog treats. And food. Those are categories where I can likely find some appropriate purchases. And perhaps some new floaty fetch toys for the FG….

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

Hey blogaroos. Squirmy here on another super Sunday. I’m here to tell you about some new acquaintances that I made yesterday. Here’s a clue: they were wooly.

So on Thursday night, the Warden was scrolling Wastebook and she happened to see that there was someone offering a Herding Instinct test. Now this was not an “official” test for a title – but rather an intro to woolies to see if a dog would have interest in herding them. When The Boss was little he was introduced to woolies and he showed some interest. Interestingly though, years later when he went to an Instinct Test, he sat in the middle of the ring like a stuffed dog. Same was true with Viktor. Another inanimate mop in the middle of a sheep pen.

The Coyote, though showed definite interest in woolies and he passed an Instinct Test with flying colors. He LOVED it. So the Warden decided it was my turn…

We drove about an hour away to a lovely hobby farm – where they own around a dozen woolies. Five woolies were put in a round pen – and dogs were introduced to them using a parachute cord (instead of a leash) so we could be held by our owners. The Warden said that we might have been more successful had we actually parachuted in. I’m not so sure…

Let me tell you what I learned:

1. Anyplace where sheep and dogs are gathered there are enough pervasive aromas to make a dog’s brain explode.

2. Sheep leave a trail of sumptuous morsels – but dogs are not encouraged to sample them. Try as we might.

3. Paracord is strong and super light – but it can easily be dropped or ripped out of a human’s hands. Especially if you are owned by a clutzy human.

4. Some dogs have super duper natural instinct – like a 10 week old Sheltie I watched. Even a Lab can have interest in sheep – and a Rottie who took the test before we got there, apparently was also amazing. Some of us…well the instinct is not “as apparent.”

So after watching numerous other dogs – many successful, and some not so much – it was my turn. I was attached to the paracord and in we went. I immediately began to scan for morsels. But after the Warden said “leave it” I looked around to see what else there was to do. Sheep. I took a look, and after them I went. So quickly that the Warden could not hold onto me with the paracord. One of the examiners took the cord and shouted “he’s strong!” Yup – and I had a new game. For about 30 seconds, the Warden was thrilled . Finally a PON who was interested in sheep. I was going around the ring and she was shouting “awesome – good boy- easy” – probably so many times that the examiner – who was likely protecting her own hearing – said the Warden could be a bit quieter. Right about then the Warden shouted for someone to get a camera. Unfortunately, my moments of brilliance were never captured because just as I got really close to the sheep – from what seemed like out of nowhere, a flag was dropped in front of my face. In race car driving they drop the flag to make you go. In sheep herding, they drop a flag to make you stop. And stop I did. Permanently. Yup. I’m a sensitive guy who doesn’t bounce back well from being told no. Surprise. So with that dropped flag, I quit. I mean who needs to be told no. OK – OK I guess I DO need to get over it- but I didn’t. And even after a break, when I went back in later, I had no interest in playing the game. I was being a drama king. Just like The Boss.

We noted on the test form that the examiners didn’t actually circle pass or fail. I think it was their very nice way of saying fail. While I did initially show interest – so much so that the Warden couldn’t hold onto me – my rebound skills after being corrected need some adjustment. What can I say – I’m a sensitive guy?

Apparently some dogs need several introductions to sheep to understand the objective. I think I need more introductions to flags. And being told no. Is it any wonder our household is chaos? Anyway, we tried! And it was super to have the opportunity!

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

Howdy do blogaroos! It’s July 1 – and it’s Canada Day! And even if you don’t live in Canada, you are welcome to celebrate along with us. Which means extra biscuits! You dogs reading this can thank me later. Any reason for extra treats is a good thing.

So I started looking at the topic of Canada Day – and Viktor did a brilliant blog about Canadian dogs a few years ago so we are stealing some of his info!

So do you know the six breeds of dog that originated in Canada? First off, we have a northern dog that was bred for sledding. Not riding in a sled. Pulling a sled. They are actually called by two names – the Canadian Eskimo Dog (the original name) and the more recent, proper name – the Canadian Inuit Dog. Here is information about the history of the breed – some of it not too pleasant. But very interesting just the same.

https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/canadian-inuit-dog

Our next Canadian breed is the web-footed, water-loving affectionate gentle giant- the Newfoundland.  Here’s a good description of these big guys: 

Next we have what is probably the most popular dog on the planet.  The all around happy-go-lucky Labrador Retriever.  They really don’t need a video – everybody knows about Labs – but just in case you have been living on a dog free planet – here they are:

Next we have a breed that comes from our very own province – the Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever.  Every second household here has one. OK.  That’s not true. But they DID originate here. Check them out:

So there you have our Canadian breeds. But wait – I said there were six breeds that originated in Canada. And there were – the Salish Wool Dog and the Tahltan Bear Dog being the last two. . Unfortunately, both are believed to be extinct. This is a very interesting video about both breeds that we just found since Viktor wrote his info:

https://youtu.be/V9Uvv4e6iYU

Now you have your Canadian dog history. You’re all set. So you can go grab a bag of ketchup potato chips or some poutine or a butter tart or a Nanaimo bar and have a Molson Canadian or a Caesar – and wrap yourself in your Hudson Bay blanket – and celebrate a little bit of Canada today! Have a good one, eh?!

Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here for your mid-week entertainment. And I’m here to begin with a semi-rant. It seems the people in California are at it again – holding the World’s Ugliest Dog contest.

https://www.cnn.com/videos/us/2022/06/28/mr-happy-face-worlds-ugliest-dog-contest-returns-moos-pkg.cnn

Now I think this contest is pretty mean. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Mr Happy Face’s owner clearly loves him. But really – who wants that title? The one good thing about the story is that it encourages the adoption of older dogs. And that’s a good news story. I hope he got some good prizes.

Not much new here at the ranch. I’ve been doing my homework- so we’re back in the training groove again. But it’s anyone’s guess as to whether it will show in class on Friday. I’m a wild card.

Hey did you hear about the discovery of a new species that lived like 36 million years ago – and who weighed just over 700lbs? It was a bear dog. Somebody found a fossilized lower jaw – so they are learning more about these monsters who roamed Europe. Here’s the story:

https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2022/06/220615102842.htm

Holy moly imagine how much food those guys ate. A treat would be the size of a car tire. Imagine obedience training those dudes. Or better yet, doing agility. That would be some giant dog walk. And something tells me that herding would be out – they would probably eat the flock. And leash walking might be a challenge…

Speaking of which – time to motor.

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

Hey hey hey blogaroos. Squirmy here on another marvelous Monday. There’s sunshine in the forecast, and the lawn mowing was done on the weekend- so things are looking great.

We are adjusting to life without Aunt Sue, although the Coyote was so depressed he didn’t eat for a day after she left. Seriously. He moped around, looking all depressed. And he ate a tiny bit of breakfast, but no supper. I wanted to help him out, being the considerate guy that I am – but no such luck. Anyway, his attention span is pretty short – so by yesterday he was spending time watching butterflies, and he forgot she had even been here. He then ate all his meals.

Today is the birthday of Helen Keller, and although we shared this before, we figure it’s worth a repeat. It talks about her love for dogs:

https://www.perkins.org/helen-keller-a-life-with-dogs/

How amazing that although she couldn’t see or hear her canine companions, she could feel their presence and communicate with them on a whole different level. We dogs are magical that way.

What else….oh – I had a successful GBH yesterday morning. I added 14 balls to my collection. And that was a short walk on 3 holes. There’s lots of bad golfers out there. Lots.

I get pretty good exercise when I’m racing around in the woods. But honestly- I get even more exercise during the day. Am I the only dog on the planet who gets up every time his human moves? I mean every time. If the Warden goes to another room, I follow her. If she heads for the garage, I’m on her heels. Checking food for dinner? I’m there with my head in the fridge. Vacuuming? I’m jumping around the machine. Putting laundry in the machine? I’m there to be sure she uses the right washer settings. Same with the dishwasher. She won’t let me in the bathroom- but not to worry – I’m right outside the door waiting. If she is so rude as to go in the DFZ – I stare at her through the gate. Or I rattle it. What can I say? I’m attached to her. Like morning dew on a flower. Or icing on a birthday cake. Or dog hair on a fleece jacket. Or a cling on.

Good thing I’m so darn adorable.

Anyway – time to get the week rolling!

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

Hey blogaroos. Squirmy here on a sad Saturday. Why is it sad? Well, for one, Aunt Sue has gone home. As soon as we saw the suitcase, we realized the party was over. As she went to leave, the Coyote had his head on the floor and he refused to look at her. I gave her one last ricochet and the Boss barked out his good-bye. We were all pretty sad, BUT – she and Keith will be back in August – and that’s not TOO far off.

I went to class yesterday, and despite the fact that we had a bit of a training lull, I didn’t do too badly. I actually managed to do my “stand for exam” , and my sit and down stays without moving around. Those three exercises have not been my forte – I come by the name Squirmy for a good reason.

In other news – this being the other sad part….lately it seems, the Warden has known a fair number of dogs who have gone to the Rainbow Bridge. Some were PONs and some were Picards…and there were two very special Goldens, a Doberman, a chihuahua, a Lab….the list goes on. And for every one of those humans who lost their best friend , we understand and feel the heaviness in your heart. All of you want us dogs to live forever- and yet for some of us canines, our job is over early. Then for others- we have a very very long and full life – but that doesn’t make saying goodbye any easier.

There are plenty of quotes about the loss of a pet – and we know how heavy and and mind-numbing your grief can be. We found a quote that we hope you can relate to – especially if you’ve been owned by a dog:

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.” – From an Irish Headstone

Here is also a good article for those dealing with the loss of a dog…

https://www.helpguide.org/articles/grief/coping-with-losing-a-pet.htm

We hope that those of you who have recently experienced heart wrenching loss can for even a moment focus on a happy memory- so your smile can halt the flow of tears. Even for a moment….

And lastly….so we don’t leave all of you blowing your noses and leaving wet drops on your computer or other digital device, a word about Bloodhounds. How’s that for a segway?

As you know, Trumpet the Boodhound won the Best in Show at Westminster this past week. Trumpet was the first Bloodhound to ever take home all the biscuits. He sure was handsome. And well behaved. BUT – before you think “hey that’s a cool breed – I want one,” you had better read this:

NOTE: this is not an endorsement for this food. Nor are we criticizing it. But we read through a number of sites about Bloodhounds- and this one made us laugh. And we all can use a good laugh.

https://www.hillspet.com/dog-care/dog-breeds/bloodhound

My favorite quotes were:

“Most melodious member of dogdom.” Holy heck the baying and howling sounds like it must be crazy. Even worse than the Boss’ incessant instructions. And that’s bad enough.

“Prodigious drooler.” A PRODIGIOUS drooler. Imagine THEIR French doors.

“Can hurl drool as far as 20 feet.” Do they have a contest for this? I mean who measured it? And who volunteered to measure it?! Yowza!

Those guys really like to follow a scent so they’re not a dog to likely go for off leash walks. Ever. I think more of a flight risk than the Coyote.

Anyway – I’m not dissing the breed. BUT after a show like Westminster or a movie like 101 Dalmatians, people can easily be swept up with the cuteness of a breed. The bottom line – you need to learn about a breed before you take the leap in getting one. In the right home, I’m certain that Bloodhounds are amazing companions. I just wonder if all their walls are covered in soundproof plastic wrap…..

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

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here for your semi-daily dose of “better her than me.” Her being the Warden.

So what’s new in the land of chaos?! Oh! Aunt Sue is still here until tomorrow! A little change in plans means she gets to stay with us until tomorrow. So I got an extra 48 hours of ricochet practice. It is awesome.

Unfortunately, due to some rainy days, the deck project still has not been completed. You need several days of sunshine to do the job and Mr Sun has not cooperated. Hopefully before Christmas.

So we watched my sister at Westminster and the Warden finds it hard to believe we are related. Sista Szyszka is so well behaved. She doesn’t care about millions of people watching her on TV, or a judge messing up her nicely groomed hair. I thought she looked stunning during the group judging. But alas, the winner in the Herding Group was the German Shepherd. The other Group winners were the Australian Shepherd, the Old English Sheepdog and the Queen’s fave – the Pembroke Welsh Corgi. PONs and Picards left out once again. Sigh.

The dogs who competed for Best in Show were the Bloodhound (the Hound Group), the Maltese (the Toy Group), the French Bulldog (the Non-Sporting Group), the English Setter (the Sporting Group), the Lakeland terrier (the Terrier Group) and the Samoyed – who just so happens to be a dog from Canada! (the Working Group). And the dog who took home all the biscuits was the…..Bloodhound!!! With the Runner Up being the Frenchie.

Based on the stats in this article, we dogs in the Herding Group need to start becoming more vocal about winning. The Bloodhound brought up the stats for the Hound Group because those tenacious terriers are the most winning group!

https://www.sportingnews.com/ca/amp/other/news/westminster-dog-show-winners-complete-list-dogs-breeds-best-show/wnqhxa7wyvgqz8b2pwhvrrvz

Bottom line – every dog is the Best dog when they go home. Until they walk through wet deck paint.

Almost time to walk Aunt Sue. She’s getting better at it. I’m training her well.

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

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy here on the first day of summer. It’s also the longest day of the year. More time to torment my “brothers”, the Warden and Aunt Sue.

Although, sadly, today Aunt Sue will be returning to Newfoundland. The tomatoes need her. And probably Keith as well.

She’s likely excited to be going home – the Warden has been giving her so many projects she is probably looking forward to having some rest and relaxation when she gets home.

On Sunday, she and the Warden did the worst annual household project. They scraped the deck in preparation for painting. Besides cleaning grout, deck painting is the Warden’s worst nightmare. She had started the scraping part before Aunt Sue arrived, and the deck looked sufficiently pitiful- so much so that Aunt Sue suggested they work on it together. I’m sure she regretted that offer.

For several hours, we boys were sequestered in the house and not allowed out on the deck – where we heard scraping, sanding, pounding and lots of moaning and groaning. The Boss intermittently shouted out instructions.

In the middle of the afternoon, the Warden let us boys out the lower level patio door, to hang out in the yard. She had carefully blocked the stairs to the deck with a gate and an assortment of lawn chairs. We examined the barrier and proceeded to instead, dig holes in the lawn. At least the Coyote and I did. The Boss went back inside after a pee.

After all the prep work on the deck was done, they decided to start painting. They were doing a few boards at a time – with each of them starting at opposite ends of the deck and working toward each other. Aunt Sue was working closest to the barricaded stairwell.

She was busy painting her end and the Warden was brushing away at her end. Suddenly, Aunt Sue looked up- and what did she see? Well surprise – she was about 6 inches from my face!!! Which meant I had silently breached the barricade, snuck up the stairs and I was proudly standing in the area she had painted minutes ago. “Aaaagggghhhhhhh” she screamed. The Warden saw what was happening and shouted “go downstairs!!!!!” I wasn’t wearing a collar, yet somehow Aunt Sue was able to usher me down the deck stairs while still holding onto a paintbrush. She’s not even sure how she did it – all the time while the Warden was repeatedly shouting “go down; go down.” Aunt Sue had to break through the barricade at the bottom of the stairs – because I left no clue about my entry point. She escorted me onto the lawn. Meanwhile, the Warden ran inside, down the stairs and out the lower patio door to examine my paws. As luck would have it ( a LOT of luck) I only had two small patches of paint on the hair on the bottom of my feet – which were an attractive rust color. She whisked me into the garage and onto the grooming table. She snipped away my new paint tattoos- including one on the back of my neck. They figured I got that while being ushered down the stairs with the paintbrush OR when they spilled a bit of paint and I ran under the deck for a better view.

They didn’t finish painting before dusk and planned to finish the first coat yesterday. But – it rained unexpectedly in the morning- so they couldn’t complete the job. If there are any volunteers in the area when we have a stretch of several sunny days in the forecast, feel free to come on down. The Warden supplies the paintbrushes and I supply the entertainment.

Meanwhile, while I was busy running through paint and looking like a ragamuffin, my full sister from a different litter, won the prestigious Best of Breed at the Westminster Kennel Club show yesterday!!! Yup – my little sister took home the purple and gold ribbon!! So she’ll be in the judging for the Herding group tonight. Watch for her – her name is Szyszka! It’s great to have a winner in the family. While I’m working on developing my paw painting skills.

We wish Aunt Sue could stay longer -,but she’ll be back in August. We’re going to miss her and I’m certain she’ll miss us too. Maybe not the projects – but us boys for sure!

Time to take her on a walk. She doesn’t leave until tonight- so plenty of time to have a few good ricochets

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

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy here on a super Sunday. Aunt Sue is still with us, and we are lovin’ spending time with her. She makes an excellent ricochet target. I have taught her that if she is attempting to tie her sneakers, I must be sequestered in another room. Because I can make someone dizzy when they bend over and I do zoomies around them.

She delights in my 35 laps around the dining room table before I go out for my morning walk. Well maybe the word “delights” is a bit of a stretch. She kinda just shakes her head. She does love to watch me go on a GBH – wearing my track suit. I think I should go running with her some time – I’ve got the outfit, and I bet I could help her improve her time. She’s kinda slow for me.

So according to the crazy calendar, today is National Pets in Film Day. I found an article about famous dog movie stars – from long ago:

https://living.greatpetcare.com/entertainment/famous-dogs-in-movies/

Those dogs are all before my time. I don’t know all of them, but I’ve certainly seen Toto in the Wizard of Oz like a dozen times. And that’s a lot, given that I’m only two years old. I think it’s the Warden’s favorite movie. That and the Sound of Music. But no dog starred in that one.

This is a cool video interviewing a woman who trains dogs for the movies:

https://youtu.be/p7UDboG0cJU

I’d like to be a movie dog. I told that to the Boss and he said there already was a movie called Cujo. He thinks he’s funny.

I went to class on Friday and I was positively mediocre. Not bad given the fact that I haven’t done a lot of homework since Aunt Sue arrived. I’ve been on training hiatus. Which means once she leaves us I’ll need extreme bootcamp.

Oh I almost forgot – today is also Father’s Day. If you are lucky to still have your father – give him a big hug today. And if you can’t – call him or Zoom him or send him a text! And if your father is no longer with you, think of him and know that he is probably looking down on you. The Warden figures her father definitely looks down on her but he MIGHT be shaking his head because she has THREE dogs. Mind you, she did get her love of dogs from him. So the biscuit doesn’t fall far from the treat jar.

Her father took up golfing after he retired. And he loved the game. The Warden and Aunt Sue think that he would have thought that my skill at golf ball hunting was hysterical. When I race out of the woods with my find, sometimes they can almost hear him laughing…

OK. Time to walk Aunt Sue. After my laps around the table.

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