Howdy blogaroos! Happy Dyngus Day! Also known as Easter Monday. And Post-Sugar Overload Day. OK I made up the last one.

We’ve talked about Dyngus Day before – but if you’re new here, and you’re not Polish – here’s what you’re missing:

https://www.dyngusday.com/our-story

The Warden grew up in Buffalo – so she likes to give her hometown a plug for this dancing, singing, eating, alcohol-infused celebration. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the pussywillow, squirt gun tradition thing. To me, a squirt gun doesn’t symbolize Dyngus Day. Here it’s an ever-ready munition to stop over-the-top, beyond normal, incessant PON barking. Things have to be pretty bad for the squirt gun to be brought out – but trust me- it works. For me anyway.

Meanwhile here at the homestead, we had a quiet Easter Day. And guess what? The Easter bunny brought us surprises! Which we had for less than 5 minutes…

Yup – another epic toy failure. So the Warden knows that we like our snuffle mats at meal time. It’s a way to get us PONs to actually eat our meals a bit more slowly. Sometimes she uses one with the Coyote but the success rate is 50-50. I mean getting him to eat from a bowl is accomplishment enough. No point in making the task more challenging.

Anyway, with the success of the mats, the Warden thought MAYBE we might enjoy snuffle balls. Same concept as the mat, but in round shape. The treats are hidden in the folds of the fabric. Snuffle balls are touted as “enrichment tools” for us canines – by making us use our noses to find the treats. Brilliant. And even more brilliant, a local Service Dog Training organization was selling them to support their work:

https://k9pad.ca/

Perfect – the “Easter bunny” could bring each of us a ball for Easter.

The Warden was so excited yesterday morning. She loaded the balls with treats and after some wrangling, managed to get the above photo before we could check out our Easter surprise. When she got the photo, she said “free” and all heck broke loose. Well – with us PONs anyway. The Boss grabbed one and proudly walked laps around the dining room table with it. Yours truly grabbed two balls and took off. The Warden took one away from me and gave it to the Coyote, who just stared at it. He had zero interest in it. The Boss continued his proud march, while yours truly immediately figured that the fastest way to get those treats was to put two paws on that ball and simply shred the fabric. “No” the Warden shouted!!!!!! Which made me pull faster.

At the same time, the Boss finally figured out there were treats in there – and he saw my technique. He was just about to do the same, when the Warden wooshed through grabbing snuffle balls as quickly as possible. What WAS she thinking when she purchased them? She knows stuffed toys and items with fabric don’t stand a chance in this house. Sure the mats work, but she does have to put them away after mealtime or there have been attempts to shred them as well. After she took them, she shook hard to get some of the treats out and we immediately grabbed the free treasures.

I’m sure there are civilized dogs who enjoy and can use snuffle balls in a non-destructive way. If you happen to know any, we have two for sale – at a discounted price. We have a third one, but it’s clearly been used. Or maybe the correct word is abused. We’ll keep that one as a reminder about destructible toys.

Good thing I’m cute.

Happy Dyngus Day!

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

Howdy blogaroos! Happy Easter! OK I’m a day early – but I just couldn’t WAIT to share our Easter photos with you! Because….. we got new ears- and they are SO lifelike. Cough. Cough. I mean don’t they just look like our very own ears? Except on the Coyote. And no matter WHAT color his ears are, he’s not happy. The Warden was able to get him to smile when he did his solo shots, although I’m thinking maybe she drugged him or something….

He started off with the pitiful-call-Animal-Control-abused-dog photo…

But then he suddenly got kinda spooky happy…Remember that character in the movie the Shining. He had a weird smile too…

He also kinda looks like someone at a party who doesn’t get the joke someone tells, but he smiles anyway.

Then he got bored…

And then he smiled again….I’m telling ya, he must have been drugged.

As for yours truly, I wasn’t really in a bunny ear mood…

First I was half cranky-half sleepy…

Then I gave The Warden the side eye look…

Here’s a total eye roll…

Then we have this one as I whipped my ears off…

And finally a not bad one…

It’s hard to find a bad shot of the Boss – he even looks cute in his serious one…

The group shot was the typical gong show. I’m sure everyone in a 5km radius could hear the Warden making loud weird noises and repeating 500 times “WOJTEK SIT!!!” When it comes to these group things, every ounce of obedience training that I have goes right out the window. It’s the combo of the enticing toys and treats and the weird noises topped off with stupid headgear that winds me up like a terrier at a barn hunt. Where the rats are loose…

The first photo is always a winner…

I’m trying to figure out how to escape, the Coyote is looking his total joyful self, and even the poser dog is looking the wrong way.

Here I’m getting into the drill, the Coyote is still refusing to look at the camera and the Boss clearly likes the treats that are being freely distributed.

Here’s me removing my ears…

Annnnnd attempting to eat them…

This one would have been OK, but the Boss is still enjoying the treats. Too much. Plus I think his ears are shifting forward. That’s common during these shoots. Meanwhile the Coyote won’t even take a treat so I try to get his too…prompting another round of “WOJTEK SIT.”

Out of 583 taken, this is probably the best.

The Coyote ALMOST looks like he’s smirking. Better than the depressed look. And kinda better than the spooky smile. That one still has me kinda freaked out…

Anyway, those are our ear shots for this year. Have a very Happy Easter- canines don’t eat any chocolate. But bunny balls you find in the lawn are fine.

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

Hey. Blog people. Elroy here for a change. The chill guy in the household. Unless I’m off leash…

So I have a story about wildlife, and possibly why the dogs in this household are often a bit more scrambled than eggs in an omelet. It’s because of the woman we live with.

So the other morning, Her Highness and I took a walk to the lake. The mops meanwhile were throwing themselves at the door and screaming- even though they had both already been out for walks. Nuttier than squirrels who ate some fermented peanuts. Assuming peanuts ferment.

Anyway as we were walking through the woods and approaching the water, we could hear the telltale sound of the giant avian poop machines. Geese. When we got to the water, we could actually see them quite a distance away. And they’re making their honking gonking racket shouting out for comrades to join them. They were hanging out at the edge of the water where you see the red lines. If you look closely, you can see them swimming toward the camera.

And the reason they are swimming toward the camera? For some unknown reason, Her Highness decided to try her attempt at a goose call. No she didn’t have an actual call device. She just starts honking. This was my reaction…

I thought she lost it. However, the geese must have thought otherwise- because they got all quiet and swam toward the sound of the goose wannabe. They literally came to her call. Unlike yours truly. Hey. I’m no goose.

It’s sorta hard to see them, but I think in this photo they are discussing whether the mysterious hidden goose has some vocal disorder. She sounds kinda hoarse.

Her Highness wanted to entice them closer but then wondered if they might get angry. Geese can get cranky apparently. Personally, I doubt they were much of a threat, but this is the same woman who worried that diving loons would go under her kayak and tip her over. She has an overly weird respect for wildlife.

Meanwhile, the wildlife in the house clearly recognized that the weird goose sound was Her Highness and they were going nutso. She probably has used the sound during one of our photo shoots to get our ears up. Note it still didn’t work in my photo.

Anyway, Her Highness had an appointment, so we didn’t get to see if the honkers would go over that little bit of land to come closer.

Yesterday they weren’t around at all. Probably flying around looking for the weird goose thinking it sent out a distress call.

Otherwise, life is cool. Walks, digging holes, wrestling with the shark, eating the odd biscuit, lounging….can’t complain about my world. Although….Easter IS this Sunday….which usually spells rabbit ears….Can anyone pick me up for a few days? I won’t even eat much. I never do.

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

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here on another terrific Tuesday. I actually missed writing yesterday- which was National Pet Day. Not sure how I missed it. We didn’t even have a cake. The Warden is getting slack.

Anyway, while I was reading about National Pet Day, I decided to see what kinds of pets people have if they’re not owned by THE best pet- a dog. OK. OK. I know I’m biased. And yes, cats are pets too. It looks like dogs outnumber cats in the US – but not by a huge percentage. I’m not sure about worldwide statistics. But my big question was, if someone doesn’t have a dog or cat, what do they have? USA Today got some info from Google looking at the pets that were searched for most often in each state. The most common pets searched for (if we don’t count dogs and cats) were chinchillas (like in Maine and New Hampshire where it’s understandable because of the climate), Guinea pigs (which were searched for across the country), and Bearded Dragons (which were searched for primarily in the South). Like what does one DO with a Bearded Dragon? Do they fetch? Act as guards? Like to cuddle? Right up there with snakes for me. Although snakes didn’t make the list. Or fish. Which is weird. One state and only one state searched for Hamsters- New Mexico. I have no idea why. But the most interesting- in my mind was the most searched for pets in Colorado and Montana. Elk? Bison? Cattle? Nope. Guess what people searched for the most. A Sugar Glider. Yup. Don’t know what it is? I didn’t. It’s a nocturnal gliding possum- in the marsupial family . They can’t be housebroken, need to live in a cage, and are frequently frightened- and when that happens, they bite. Sweet little things. I’ve met my match. Where can I get one?

So what else is new? Oh yeah – my beauty pageant class. The good news – I looked great. My coat was perfect. The bad news? I don’t appreciate someone touching my privates. And I showed a little teeny weeny bit of lip while I was being examined. Seriously. Who wants a stranger touching my orbs? And who knew one was not supposed to show my opinion about the probe. It was JUST a little lip. OK and maybe a bit of a grumble. Anyway, the Warden has decided we need a LOT more work before we go into any beauty pageant ring. I thought you just needed to LOOK nice. Nobody said I had to ACT nice too. Hey, I’m shy. What can I say? I bet most two leggeds would grumble if a stranger touched their private parts. Just keep that in mind.

Otherwise, I jumped on the judge happily when I was supposed to stop and look pretty, I didn’t bug the other dogs, and I stood like a statue – except for the probe part. So it wasn’t a total disaster. I’ll stick with obedience and rally for the time being.

So that’s the news from our corner of the world. Oh wait – I got my first ever paycheck !!! Yup. The Warden gave some of my hard hunted golf balls to a friend- and I was rewarded with a bag of treats! Yee haw! Payday!

Speaking of which – almost time to go hunting!

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

Happy Sunday blogaroos. Squirmy here for your entertainment today. Do you know what day it is? Why it’s National Hug Your Dog Day. But WAIT! Before you begin putting a bear hug on your canine kid, you might want to read the following:

https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/lifestyle/should-you-give-your-dog-hugs/

Yeah- not all of us canines like hugs. I’m OK with it. But obviously only hugs from the Warden. The Boss is OK, but he’s not a super huggy kinda guy. And again – only with the Warden. The Coyote doesn’t mind hugging at all. And honestly, probably anybody could hug him. He’s so often paying attention to something else, he probably wouldn’t notice someone hugging him.

I had class on Friday and I was OK. Didn’t bark at, bite or ricochet off anyone- canine or human so that’s always a good thing. I even stood still for the “stand for exam” exercise- and let another human pat me on the head. Three times. First time I never moved my feet. It may not sound like a big deal – but trust me – it is.

Today the Warden is getting together with some of her dog show peeps, and I’m going along. Apparently we are going to practice beauty pageant stuff. I haven’t done that stuff in a LONG time. We’ll see if all my obedience training carries over to beauty pageant stuff. In theory, it’s easier because you basically run around a ring and stand for treats. You also need to let a judge examine you. The Warden said that in my case, the exam should include a psychological test. She thinks she’s funny. We’ll see how this goes…

What else… Oh. The Boss is currently suffering from a goopy ear – thanks to yours truly. I just cannot resist licking his ears. Well- one in particular. So then it gets all goopy and red and he scratches it and makes it worse and the Warden has to clean it out and put in drops while wrestling with him while he’s acting like a caffeinated eel. I know. I know. I shouldn’t lick his ears. But I actually don’t limit my licking to his ears. I do his whole head. I consider my actions a sign of respect. The Warden says I’m a pest. She needs to lighten up. Says the guy who doesn’t need to put ear drops in a wild animal…

OK. Time to get some brushing before we head to beauty pageant practice. All I care about is that she brings good treats.

Oh – and go hug your dog. If your dog wants you to. If not, treats are always appreciated….

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

Hi blogaroos! Squirmy here on another fabulous Friday. Friday is my favorite day of the week because I go to school on Fridays. And that means treat-a-thon for an hour. Yee haw. When we practice at home, we do short little lessons of 20 minutes. Sometimes more than once a day. Well…actually the Warden asks me to do stuff all day long, like sit stays while waiting for a meal, recalls outside and even some heelwork while out on our constitutionals. But I do enjoy our concentrated class time. Plus we learn new stuff each week.

And speaking of learning things, the Warden took a little video yesterday to show you my hunting skills. Keep in mind that I wasn’t taught this – I picked it up on my own. And when I come back from the hunt, I sit and get a bunch of treats. Is it any wonder I love this game? You won’t be able to see me at first – but you’ll be able to hear me – my cow bell gives me away. I’m busy sniffing around. You’ll also hear another noise – the Warden accidentally dropped the bag of 8 balls I had already found.

https://youtube.com/shorts/z-KB3hT246Q?feature=share

Now that the course is open for the season, there are LOTS of balls in the woods. The Warden has to keep me on leash for at least half of our walk, because I keep running back into the woods to find more balls! Did I mention that I LOVE this game!

Hey – do you know what “holiday” it is today? Why it’s Dog Farting Awareness Day. Like you’re not aware of the problem when it happens. Anyway, we decided not to share any farting dog videos, but rather a more informative video about how to treat this problem if it frequently happens with your dog.

https://youtu.be/YWR4Et8Ufj8

So stay out of the beans and lentils today and eat your meals slowly. And no eating rotten garbage. Unless you prefer your time alone.

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

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy Wormy here on a wonderful Wednesday. Our snow has melted, and I am able to return to my pond building excavation work in the back lawn. The craters I have created with my construction colleague, the Coyote, are looking terrific. In addition, we are surrounded, while we work, by all the toys and bones we haven’t seen since winter snows covered all of them. There are toys out there I didn’t even recall owning! It’s like Christmas all over again.

Things were pretty quiet on the snowy Monday, and not much new yesterday either. So I decided to check out the latest dog news…

Our first story is about a cool dog named Parks – who got himself a job working at a hospital in Florida. Here’s his story:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/2022/04/05/service-dog-hospital-orlando-canine/

Now there’s a dog I admire. Look at the great job he does working with kids. Unfortunately, not a job I could do- especially given that I don’t like people patting my head. And the fact that ricocheting off children is probably not advisable.

Now here’s a quick video of another dog with a job. He is working in Ukraine. Sniffing out mines….

https://news.sky.com/video/ukrainian-dog-sniffs-out-mines-for-officials-12582378

Now THAT’S another admirable job. Given my great olfactory abilities at sniffing out golf balls, I bet I could find mines. But I don’t want to. One wrong step and you end up flying sky high like Toto but I’m not sure you end up in Oz. I think I’ll pass. But I salute the dogs who do this work.

This next story is about dogs and our facial expressions and how we communicate:

https://www.abc.net.au/news/science/2022-04-06/dog-human-communication-puppy-dog-eyes-facial-expression/100955364?utm_source=abc_news_web&utm_medium=content_shared&utm_campaign=abc_news_web

Interesting stuff, but there are some parts that are incorrect. They say that dogs bark to be playful, to protect their territory and to warn of intruders. They say the wolves howl and do it to communicate with one another. Well, I’d like to add a few comments here. We ALSO bark because we want to be fed. Quickly. We bark if we are bored. We bark when going out. We bark when we want a treat. We bark in training when the two-legged is doing something wrong. We bark at random birds, falling leaves and sometimes just because we want to. We also DO communicate with each other by barking – it’s not just wolves who do that. We frequently bark across acres at our neighbor Max, just to say hello. We can’t SEE him, but we hear him and the conversation begins. It’s typically the Boss and I who are the chatty ones. The Coyote prefers to bark at nothing. At least nothing we can see. He loves to do that at night…

So that’s it from the dogs news world. Sure there are some not good dog news stories out there – but you didn’t come here to be depressed. Mind you, I suppose a mine finding dog is kinda depressing- but admirable at the same time. Anyway we leave the really heavy stories to FOX or CNN. PNN or the PON News Network tries to share good news – so you can use your facial muscles to smile!

OK – time to go goose hunting.

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

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here with a photo of our new puppy!!!!!! How cute is she?! The Warden went to meet her yesterday!!!! OK. I can’t do this. Today is Tell a Lie Day – even though I thought that was April 1st. Anyway, despite the fact that the Warden, DID go to visit some adorable Berner babies at Glenda’s, she didn’t bring any home. And she isn’t – one more four legged being in this house and that would be the end of her. So no new sibling. But she DID bring home puppy scent, and we practically inhaled the pants off her when she got home.

What else is new – besides the fact that we are getting snow today. I wish I was telling a lie about that – but no- it’s a good thing the Warden didn’t take off her snow tires or put away the shovels just yet.

What else…Oh – I did some socializing on Saturday. I went to two pet stores and a book store. The Warden wanted to do some obedience work with me, but it was tricky because so many people wanted to touch the cute shaggy untouchable dog. Yeah – I’m fine with people – just don’t pat me on the head. I duck. Treats? I’ll take ‘em. But I have to really know someone to let them pat my head. I’m a pat aversive pandemic PON pup- a PAPPP. I’m not overly shy or nervous – I march into a place like I own it. Do I care if there are people around me? Nah. I sit calmly at the counter while the Warden is paying for something, and I couldn’t care less who is waiting behind me, or walking around me. I’ll even put my paws on the counter to check out the clerk. But do I want someone to pat me on the head? No. Who do they think I am? A dog? Oh wait – never mind. Anyway, I had a great time with all the treats I got- and visits to the pet store are like heaven . The only challenge was getting me to sit still in front of the counter at the one pet store where they had a shelf – full of bully sticks right there. The Warden even joked with the clerk “not the best place to put those bully sticks.” The clerk didn’t respond. She just smirked. Good thing SHE didn’t try to pat my head.

Anyway, I did do some quick sit and down stays and a little bit of heelwork down a couple of aisles. I get lots of treats – so it’s quite fun. The Warden said we need to do it more often. Not today though – as I said it’s going to snow all day- so we’ll be sequestered. The Warden better have some games ready. If she would have just brought that puppy home, I’d have someone who really likes to play….

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

Greetings blog aficionados. Frodo here for your reading pleasure on this, the 2nd of April. April. The month that is associated with the phrase “April showers bring May flowers.” To which I would add: “and one cranky PON.” I detest rain. In all its forms. Shower, drizzle, mist, downpour – they are all equivalent in my opinion. They are all wet. I do look forward to the May flowers though.

Today I have a rather long tale for you….Regular readers know that both PONs and Picards can be very determined when they get an idea in their heads. But I would like to point out that humans can be the same….

Several weeks ago, Her Highness received an email bulletin from the Canadian Kennel Club announcing a new award/title. It is called a versatility award, and it is given to a dog who has obtained titles in three or more areas. She immediately took out her calculator to count the titles I have obtained. I say that in jest. It included a Championship (the beauty pageant award), a novice obedience title, and essentially 3 Rally titles to date – Novice, Advanced and Excellent. Not exactly calculator worthy. Her Highness thought that because I had three titles, I might be eligible for a versatility award. Alas – while I do have at least 3 titles, each one must be in a different “category” and unfortunately, rally and obedience are in the same category. Her hopes were dashed. I didn’t particularly care – unless the award came with biscuits. Still – she felt I SHOULD be a a versatility dog. Just because. So she began looking at other categories- to see if I might obtain a title that wouldn’t take years to obtain – given that I am 12.2 years old. So we went through options…agility. A bit much for an old fella, although to see me you wouldn’t guess my age. But still – repetitive jumps might be too challenging.

Chase ability? If there were puddles on the field I wouldn’t want to run through them. Not my thing.

Novice Draft Dog? Her Highness failed more draft tests with Harper, the Bernese than probably anyone in the record books. You see- when a dog is pulling a cart (at least in Canadian tests) they are not allowed to sit. Do you know how many times dear Harper – who was an excellent draft dog and who followed directions quite well, would sit (given his obedience training) and it was game over. And it was Her Highness who inadvertently gave him a signal to sit. They did finally pass- thank heavens. But me pull a 40lb load. No thank you. I’m no Bernese. And did I mention I’m 12.2?

Pointing Water Dog? I’m not sure my breed would even be eligible to compete. Besides, me- near water? Forget it. If that’s what the test entails. I do know it’s in the same class as a Working certificate- which Her Highness obtained with Beamish – the Labrador. It involves retrieving ducks on land and in the water. I’m a fabulous retriever, but swimming out to retrieve a duck? Shoot me now.

Another category included Lure Coursing – which Sight hounds are known for. Again we get into wet fields. Horrors.

Now also in that category is Scent Detection Instinct. I could possibly do something like that. But I’m not sure how long it would take. And whether the tests are frequently offered.

Barn hunt? The Coyote tried that. I could possibly do that – but I believe tests are few and far between.

Dock diving? Are you laughing as hard as me?

Tracking is up there with Scent Detection. A possibility.

There are loads of other titles you can get with your dog. Since I failed the herding instinct test – that wouldn’t be a possibility for me.

But just as she was about to give up the idea – she spotted another title. A Trick Dog title. Now THAT was a possibility. She read all about it – and she had some friends who obtained titles during the pandemic lockdown. In fact there are several levels of Trick Dog titles. And the best part? You can be tested by an examiner. OR- you can videotape the designated tricks and email them to an examiner. BINGO!

The next day, she announced we had work to do. She went downstairs in the rec room and moved the furniture around. She set up her phone on a stand, had my list of tricks and the camera was rolling. We had to do a few second takes- only because the videographer didn’t set the camera angle correctly. We did all the required tricks and she reviewed the footage. It was at that point that she realized we did all the tricks with her wearing her big fuzzy slippers. Oh so fashionable. She looked at me and said “so what.” I agreed. And she filled out the paperwork, paid the fee and sent my Academy Award winning performance to the examiner. Within 24 hours we had the word – I passed! And yesterday….this arrived…

So once that was complete – she sent in my results to the CKC – and according to the website, I now have Versatility Novice title! Not bad for an old guy!

Now according to the algorithms for Versatility tiles, I actually only need one more title to obtain my Versatility Advanced title. Look out Scent Detection peeps – I may be joining your training group. If I can find one. It’s either that, or sled dog.

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

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy here today and I’m here to tell you I’m a little bit miffed. I just saw this article:

https://people.com/pets/ohio-therapy-dog-wins-2022-cadbury-bunny-tryouts/?amp=true

So why didn’t I know about this tryout?! I mean I think my Easter photo from last year was a winner…

Surely I could have been the Cadbury Clucking Bunny. By the way, what exactly is a clucking bunny? Sounds clucking silly if you ask me. But I would have liked the $5000 prize. That would buy a whole lot of biscuits. And just imagine me in a commercial.

So I’m pretty unhappy about this. PLUS we saw the Warden come home from the Dollar Store the other day with a pretty big bag. It can’t be more ears – we have plenty. We’ll have to wait and see…

Meanwhile, yesterday yours truly showed the Warden juuuuuusssssst how determined I can be. I prefer the word “determined” rather than stubborn. We took a walk to the lake – Frodo was free, I was free with my giant bell and the Coyote was on leash. As we were headed for the house, we all came across a particularly aromatic poop that some animal left on the trail. When the Warden realized what we were dissecting with our noses, she said to “leave it.” The other guys carried on but yours truly wasn’t finished. At least in my mind. The Warden said more loudly (like I didn’t hear her the first time) “LEAVE it.” I walked forward about 3 feet and turned around to go back. The Warden said “ NO- LEAVE it!!” I went forward about 10 feet and turned to go back. “HEY. LEAVE it.” I proceeded forward about 10 feet again, circled in front of the Warden and headed back. “I MEAN IT – LEAVE IT!” Next, I went ahead of her and ran off into the woods on her right. She watched me as I circled back in the woods to go to the spot. “SERIOUSLY- I SEE YOU! LEAVE IT!!” Then I ran ahead of her, crossed in front of her and headed into the woods on her left. Again I tried to circle back. “I’M GOING TO PUT YOU ON A LEASH AND YOU’LL NEVER BE LET LOOSE AGAIN UNTIL YOU’RE 12! LEAVE IT RIGHT NOW!!!!” I tried at LEAST 6 times to get back to that poop. But I realized the Warden does pay attention on these walks. Plus that blasted cow bell gives me away. Hard to be sneaky when you sound like an old fashioned ice cream truck with every move you make. While she was opening the gate to let us into the yard, I decided to try one more time to run back. But she had her eye on me. “GET IN THIS YARD RIGHT THIS INSTANT OR I’LL LOCK YOU OUT AND YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO COME IN AND GET YOUR SUPPER.” Honestly- did she think I’d fall for that one? You KNOW she would never lock me out. But much as I KNEW she would never REALLY do it, who wants to take a slim chance when there’s food involved. I came in.

So that’s the news from here. Hope you have a clucking jolly Thursday- full of sunshine and good aromas.

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