Howdy blogees. Elroy here today. Since I’m the most laid back dude in the household, I get to write the blog today. Everyone else seems to be in a tizzy – so I’m the designated writer. Go figure.

So let’s begin with the news that everyone wants to know. About the Squirmy thing. Well. It’s complicated. He’s still limping. But he’s clearly not in a LOT of pain because Her Highness can examine him all over, and he isn’t sensitive at all. No swelling of his leg at all. She sent a video of him to numerous people including Liz (my previous therapist); a dear friend’s husband who is a human physiotherapist ; our vet; and another good friend who breeds Bernese. And the consensus is…..it’s probably his knee – but unlikely to be a complete ligament tear. He’s using it too much for a complete tear. He has an appointment with Liz today which is excellent – because- get this- he can’t get in to see the vet until February 9th!!! Because he IS using it and does not appear to be in great pain the vet didn’t deem it an emergency- so they have to wait for her next available appointment. Which is the 9th. And in the meantime….well Her Highness is actually looking for a new vet clinic…..that’s another story….

While the Squirmster is out of commission, I got to fill in for him. He was supposed to go on a social walk with his buddy Tup again, but of course couldn’t go. So yours truly went with Tup – and his housemate, Ila. We walked for like 2 hours on a cool trail. Those guys were well behaved enough to walk off leash. Yeah – not me. I’ll probably never be off leash – except in our backyard. But I had a grand time-.and only tried to hump each of them once. That behavior was not appreciated by either of them. OK. OK. Probably not one of my more charming moves. But I did learn not to try it again. Those spunky Shelties put me in my place! Lesson learned. Oh and the photo? Her Highness cropped out the post that I was tied to. The words “flight risk” should appear under my photo….But as I said earlier, I DID walk along well ( except for those minor humping things) – and didn’t attempt to rip her rotator cuff- so it was a very good walk.

So fingers and paws crossed that the Sqirmster makes out well today. I really liked Liz – and Her Highness is so grateful that she squeezed them in today. She has TONS of orthopedic experience- so we’ll see what she recommends. When Her Highness contacted her yesterday- Liz did say not to PANIC. And to just sit down and have a glass of wine. That recommendation was not hard to swallow. Hey. I think I just made a joke. Who says only PONs have a sense of humor?!

Keep the Squirm in your thoughts and send him good virtual vibes. He and Her Highness BOTH need them.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Hey everybody. Squirmy here. I hope everyone is having a Thankful Thursday. And that’s after a Wondrous Wednesday. Yesterday was QUITE a day in the United States – and given that My Enforcer and I have American roots because we were both born there, we watched the proceeding with great interest.

Now I’m not a political kinda guy. And ooooo-eeeeee I know some two leggeds can sure get riled up about politics. Worse than arguing over the last biscuit in the jar. But no matter what you think about the outgoing President and the new dog-owning incoming President, the takeaway message yesterday was UNITY. Two leggeds are entitled to differences of opinions and different beliefs about policies – but underneath it all- they have to remember the importance of unity – and working toward happy lives for all individuals. At least that’s my peanut brain opinion.

So that was the good news yesterday. Unfortunately, we had some bad news too. I hurt myself. I was running down the stairs from the deck – even though My Enforcer warned me to slow down. But I couldn’t because I saw she had our fetch toys in her hand. So I turned around to see how fast she was coming and my back leg slipped between the stairs. They are open stairs. Anyway I pulled myself free – and ran down the last two steps but I wouldn’t put weight on my back leg. I didn’t squeak or squeal – but I was obviously lame. And while I didn’t squeak or squeal, My Enforcer did. She told me to stay put while she went back up the stairs, to go around inside and open the lower deck door to bring me in. Of course I didn’t stay put and I hightailed it (somehow) up the stairs. I jumped on her- but when I was walking, it was obvious I was favoring that back leg. She put me in my crate to get me to settle down. And I did. But when supper time came I still insisted on bursting out of my crate- despite her grabbing me by my collar. I only know one speed. It’s high.

We’re just getting rolling here – and it’s early – so keep your paws crossed that it’s better today. My Enforcer really needs to date a veterinarian. That would be her perfect match. And speaking of that – the last potential on-line dating guy (who actually owned a dog) – well let’s just say the date matching algorithm must have been broken. Dog ownership was their ONLY commonality. I say she should stop wasting her time. She already HAS three guys who adore her. Sure, some guy from on-line dating probably wouldn’t pee on her barbecue, or eat her gloves – but he wouldn’t be NEARLY as excited to see her when she comes out of the bathroom. I think she’s starting to think the same way.

Anyway – paws crossed for a lame-free day…

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

Howdy doody blogaroos! Yup. It’s me – Squirmy. The best bad dog in our household. And it’s an honor I’m proud to wear!

So today is January 19th and it’s something called Good Memory Day. They don’t really describe if this day refers to good previous events – or actual “memory.” So we’ll just take it as that. If so, I think it should be called PON Day – because we are known for our good memories. We are elephants in shaggy bodies. Small shaggy bodies. Without trunks.

I have a brilliant memory when it comes to remembering where animal poop is on our walks. I go back to the same spot every day to see if I can grab a sample.

It’s interesting – some sites on Mr Googly say that we dogs have an average short term memory of 27 seconds. Some say we can remember things up to two minutes. This article is good in summarizing different types of memory:

https://www.thelabradorsite.com/do-dogs-have-memories/

After reading a couple of articles about our short term memory, My Enforcer decided to carry out her own experiment to test us. We of course had to do the test one at a time because it would have been a gong show to try it with all three of us. The Boss went first, while the Coyote and I were sequestered in the front hall. First she showed the Boss a yummy treat. Then she had him watch while she placed it somewhere in the dining room. Like on a chair, next to a table leg, etc. He got to see where the treat was placed and then he had to go and wait in another room for 30 seconds. He was then told to “get it”. After 30 seconds he went right to the spot. He did it in two different spots. Then she increased the time to one minute. She also did this twice and he immediately went to the treat locations. So he did double the average time.

Here he is finding the treat on a chair:

Then it was time for yours truly. After 30 seconds I went right to the chair:

I did it again after 30 seconds. When the time was increased to a minute, I found it, but didn’t go right to the food. My sweet spot for fast finds was about 45 seconds. I blame it on my puppy brain.

Then it was the Coyote’s turn. Here’s the speedy guy after 30 seconds:

When the time increased to one minute, he was equally underwhelmed. He eventually found the treat, but it wasn’t direct. When My Enforcer went back to 45 seconds for him, he stopped to have a drink of water, which took about a minute , so he forgot the whole game. Or at least he didn’t want to play the game. Meanwhile, the Boss and I were watching from the hallway through the French door – screaming at him where to find the treat. It was a noisy game.

Anyway, here’s an interesting article about episodic memory in us dogs:

https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2016/11/23/503072612/your-dog-remembers-every-move-you-make

We didn’t test this “do as I do” type of memory. Probably because we were all exhausted after either participating in the short term memory test – or watching it. If the “do as I do” action involves something like opening a treat jar, I’m sure we’ll do great. But tapping an umbrella? I’m not so sure…

So there you have some canine memory tidbits for Memory Day! Now excuse me while I go and double check that there were no tiny pieces of treat left behind after our experiments yesterday. And then I’m off to find animal poop. Trust me – I know where it is…

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

Hey hey hey blogaroos. Squirmy here!!! Hope you’re having a Super Sunday!

I had a great day yesterday- going to my handling class with my girlfriend, Gena. I’m starting to get the idea of this running around the ring thing. Now I just need to train My Enforcer to know what to do. Honestly, she’s a bit of a handicap for me. But I’ll keep her. For a while anyway.

Today I get to share some info from the world of dogs. I think we’ve talked about the internet sensation, Pluto before. Well. The world has ANOTHER canine internet star! Have you heard about Tika? She’s an Italian Greyhound from Canada- and she is taking the canine fashion world by storm. It seems she likes to model her more than 200 outfits- and she has real opinions on them. She was quite disappointed that because of COVID, she didn’t get to wear many of her ensembles. Here’s her story in a short news clip:

https://montreal.ctvnews.ca/mobile/video?clipId=2117548

Holy moly’s ! I thought WE had lots of outfits. The Coyote didn’t like this story as he was afraid it would give My Enforcer ideas….

Let’s see. What else?

Oh! Oh! Remember we talked about the curfew in Quebec because of COVID. And we joked about renting dogs to walk after hours? We’ll get this – a couple was fined for going out after hours – because the wife was walking her husband on a leash!!!!! I think there are all kinds of things we could say about this – but My Enforcer said to just stick to the facts. Sometimes she’s just too politically correct. Come on! I’m a dog – I can get away with saying things. Let’s just hope he had better manners on a leash than we do – and he didn’t poop on anyone’s front lawn….

And lastly, today is a special lady’s birthday. The famous actress and huge animal lover, Betty White, turns 99 today!!!! Betty has owned many dogs in her life and she has been an advocate for Guide Dogs and has helped raise funds for canine cancer. Among many other things. There are lotsa videos of Betty and animals – but here’s a funny one with Jimmy Fallon from a few years ago:

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/video/tvshowbiz/video-566/Betty-White-smooches-dog-appearance-Jimmy-Fallon-show.html

Happy birthday young lady!

Well that’s it from me. Time to enjoy another great day!

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

Greetings blog readers. Frodo today for your literary pleasure. Today I bring you a product review – and a story that illustrates the fact that we PONs have extremely good memories. Which may not be a good thing.

First the review. Her Highness is continually on the outlook for toys and chew things that will occupy our time – particularly during these COVID times – where she seems to spend an inordinate amount of time chatting with friends and family on the phone and on video calls. The imp has learned that when such calls begin, and she is comfortably seated in the DFZ, there are two things to do. A. Bark or B. Throw around a metal food bowl so Her Highness cannot hear her caller(s). If she knows she will be on a particularly long call, she may give us a frozen Kong or a Bully Stick to keep us occupied . And they work fine – but she is always exploring other options. So she decided to purchase these Lick Mats.

You basically smear the mats with something like peanut butter, and we canines must lick them clean.

She decided to test them out the day they came in. She applied the peanut butter and we PONs got the orange versions, while the Picky Picard got the green one.

All of us found them quite interesting – and fun. Her Highness had not applied a great deal of PB – she just wanted to see if we would like them. And we obviously did – working hard to clean them off. Of course the imp finished his first, and the Picard had cleaned up most of his- so walked away from it. The imp saw this as the perfect opportunity to steal the green one for himself – and to clean it up completely. He dashed under the table with his newfound prize and was licking away. However, “patience” is not a word used to describe the imp. He decided it would be faster to simply eat the mat in order to clean off all the PB. Her Highness saw him, just as he ripped off a corner of the green mat. She shouted at him as he raced around the dining room table- finally bribing him with a treat in order to get the brand new mat with the missing corner. And of course, the corner was gone….no remnants remained.

But before I continue the next part of the story, I will say that the mats DID occupy our time. Apparently one can purchase versions with a suction cup – to attach the mat to a wall like in a shower for use during bath time. Her Highness knows someone whose dog gets nervous at the vet – so it’s used during physical exams. I give it 5 paws – but with the warning that it cannot be left with dogs who chew things. Like the imp.

So back to his story. The size of the missing piece was about 1×2”. But the big question was weather it would “pass “ through the digestive tract. It IS soft, flexible plastic – BUT Her Highness was still worried. So. She pulled out her hydrogen peroxide and took the imp into the garage…

Now Her Highness has had indiscriminate eaters in the past and some were introduced to hydrogen peroxide more than once. The Lab and one Bernese knew the drill well. BUT they were not PONs. The imp saw/smelled the hydrogen peroxide and clamped his mouth shut. He had NOT forgotten his previous experience. Any attempt to open his mouth was met with a head moving side to side. And a bucking bronco routine. Within minutes, both Her Highness and the imp were wearing hydrogen peroxide. Even when she attempted to put peanut butter on the end of the syringe, he did not fall for that ploy. After 15 minutes of begging, instructing, and wrestling she finally conceded defeat. Both of them were soaked in hydrogen peroxide and little if any had been ingested. She crossed her fingers that the pliable piece would pass.

The poopology exam the next day was negative for the large piece. However, she did see a tiny piece of green – so hoped to see more in future samples.

But she didn’t have to wait long….Yesterday morning , while she was lying in bed waiting for the sunrise, she heard that sound which is more effective than any alarm clock. The urcky gurcky sound. The one we dogs make before we barf. She threw on the lights and sure enough – it was the imp who was about to toss his biscuits. And he did. And GUESS what came up? Yup. The green piece from the lick mat. Hallelujah.

We didn’t get the lick mats yesterday, but we WILL get them again. And as I said, when used PROPERLY, they ARE a cool device to keep us canines busy. They were safe and effective for 66% of dogs. In our household. The question is whether the PON with the good memory will remember not to attempt to chew it. Not to worry – it will be located right next to Her Highness while he’s using it. SHE took a licking the other day too….

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

Hey hey hey blogaroos. Squirmy here for another Wonderful Wednesday! And today I’m here to tell you about my new vocation – I have officially been granted the title of poopologist! And guess what???? So is the Coyote!!! And we have an Applied Poopology degree. That’s where we beat the Boss. He just has the basic level degree.

So for those who may not be familiar with these illustrious titles – let me tell you about them. Poopology, while not an exact science, is the study of poop. And really, any human who is owned by dogs is a junior Poopologist. We know how you two-leggeds not only pick up our poop – but you keep a mental record about it too. Like when did we go. And what did it look like. So you have your Introductory Poopology degree. The next level is where we canines start to excel. Because not only do we look at poop, we REALLY study it. I mean we use our olfactory senses to figure out who left the poop AND we can even figure out what the guy had for his last meal. I mean just watch us when there is a poop sample that we come across on a walk. Our noses hit the ground in the general vicinity and we sniff faster and more frantically the closer we get. And then. The study. While some dogs like The Boss do the study which includes lots of sniffing and up close examination, SOME of us have an Applied Degree. Which means we sample the sample. And lately, I am a bit obsessed with sampling wild animal poop found in the woods or on our morning walk on the golf course. In fact, I remember the exact location of every sample on our walk – and each day, try to sample more before My Enforcer wildly runs over and tries to stop me.

Even the Picky Picard now seems to have developed a taste of the wild. Bunny balls are a great appetizer before breakfast. Well, they’re really a good snack any time of the day.

I try to grab a snack before My Enforcer calls me and then I come running to her with lips smacking. She generally says “Ewwwwww.”

Some dogs like to sample the offerings of other dogs – and some actually produce their own snacks. Now that’s where I draw the line. I prefer a wild free-range diet.

So that’s the poop for today. Now excuse me while I get ready for my walk – and my foraging. Things are extra tasty in these cold temperatures- yup – they are poopsicles! Sometimes even I think I’m funny!!!!!

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

Howdy blogees. Elroy here on another Marvelous Monday. Here to recap our weekend- which overall was pretty low key. Like me. Unless I escape…

Let’s see. On Saturday, the Shark went off with Her Highness, our friend Wendy and the Shark’s girlfriend, Gena to a “handling” class. Meanwhile, the Boss and I had several relaxing hours (without him) at home. I heard that it’s surprisingly not HIM who needs the handling – it’s Her Highness. Between you and me and the hundreds of other people reading this – when you see her photo in the dictionary, the caption does not read “graceful.” Klutz is a better caption. She has to learn to be less tense. And more ballerina-like. Good LUCK with that.

What else? Oh yeah. Here’s a good one. I’m not supposed to talk about it – but I’m not supposed to run out the front door if it’s open either. So heck – I’ll spill the biscuits. Plus those PONs will clean them up.

As some of you long-time readers may recall, Her Highness tried the on-line dating thing before. We won’t go WAY back but suffice to say she hasn’t done it in a long time. Then COVID struck – and she got bored hanging out with just us. I’m not sure why. We keep her busy enough. Anyway, she decided to “dabble again” this winter. I’m thinking she could start her very own blog about her (mis)adventures. There was a guy who was supposed to be a good match. And it turned out he was a super nice guy. Funny. Smart. Great storyteller. Not hard to look at. One TINY little issue. He’s not a “dog person.” You can stop laughing – although it took us several minutes. It seems our chaotic household wasn’t REALLY his thing. And who could blame him. BUT – he and Her Highness DO both enjoy hiking – so they have mutually agreed to be hiking buddies – which is PERFECT. AND – he actually reads our blog now! So that’s all we’ll say about him. Cause we know he’s reading. Just jokin’. He and Her Highness are both very happy in their friendship role.

There was another “match” who also wasn’t a dog lover. Although it clearly stated in her profile that if “you don’t like dogs, we are not a match,” it appears she should have put it in all caps and in bold lettering. Clearly these dudes don’t read the full profiles or pay much attention to the content. Or they think she’s joking about dogs. Wrongo.

The jury is out on the current prospect. It’s way too early to see where this one will/could go. There’s been no meeting yet. And since he lives in the Ukraine, who knows. Just kidding. He lives in Lapland. Or some place like that. And we aren’t even sure he reads this – he knows it exists… but has never said much about it. One very good thing about this guy- he has a dog. So bonus points there. Mind you, that could add a whole other level of drama if we canines did not get along. Her Highness is throwing in the towel if this doesn’t pan out. She said it’s more work than work.

Oh yeah- plus she’s shipping me back to Quebec to get a job. Sadly, my home province has a huge number of COVID cases, so the entire province has a curfew from 8PM to 5AM daily. You can leave home for work, to go to a pharmacy or for an emergency. OR if you have to walk your dog!!! So. Rumor has it that people are renting out their canines to dogless people – at $100/hr!!! Well. It’s supposedly a rumor. But Her Highness said it would be a way for me to make some biscuit money. Plus, I do speak the language.

So that’s the gossip from here. Tomorrow the Shark has his own private obedience class. I think it’s because he was too rowdy in group classes – but nobody is saying anything. All I know is that it means some QUIET time at the ranch. Maybe I can scroll through the on-line dating sites while Her Highness is gone, and re-write her profile. I mean really – who knows her better than us? Now THIS could be fun…….

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

Hey hey hey everybody! Squirmy Wormy here. To brighten your Saturday! And GUESS what today is?! It is Word Nerd Day!!!! I’m thinking The Boss should have written this blog because he’s more of a nerd than me. But he told me I have to do it and I do whatever he commands.

This first part he told me to include. It’s terms having to do with the word “dog.” It’s a bit too academic for me!!!! Even My Enforcer didn’t get all of them correct….

https://www.merriam-webster.com/word-games/dog-quiz-days

Now the next part is more up my alley. It’s slang words having to do with us pets. Like sploot and derp and frap.

Sploot is when we dogs relax so much that we have our bellies on the floor – but our feet in the back go behind us. Puppies often do it. And I do it a lot. Here’s me splooting as a little puppy.

Derp is the term that describes when we canines have a silly or clumsy expression. Like these…

And frap is an acronym standing for Frenetic Random Activity Period. Better known as the Zoomies. Like these:

Now you can take the Sploot, Derp, and Frap quiz!

https://www.rover.com/blog/test-dog-lingo-sploot-frap-derp-quiz/

How did you do????? If you want even MORE dogs slang terms, here ya go:

https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/545574/animal-slang-words-every-pet-parent-should-know

Now you can be a nerd just like the Boss!

Gotta go now and boof at some birds – after I boop the Coyote in the nose!

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

Salutations blog readers. Frodo here for your reading pleasure today. It seems that the imp has managed to squirm his way into more postings lately – perhaps channeling brother Viktor. I must say, there are many similarities between the two. Although I don’t recall Viktor being quite so “mouthy.” But not to worry – this mature bark is still louder than his, and my cracked teeth can still defend possession of ANY stuffed toy. The teeth are equally good at destroying said stuffed toy.

I return to academia tonight. Yes – another round of Masters classes for yours truly. I need to clarify here that the classes are NOT for me. They are for Her Highness – who really needs to study her Rally signs. She did actually crack open the iPad the other day, and began to review them. There are, I believe at least 95 signs. She got as far as #30. Which is rather pitiful given that those included “Start,” “Finish,” “Fast” and “Slow.” Good thing I can hold up my end of the performance.

Allow me to share some news in the world of dogs today. The AKC has just recognized its newest breed – the Biewer (interestingly pronounced “beaver”) terrier. The 4-8lb shaggy toy breed is apparently an adaptable little fella – excelling at agility, obedience and even dock diving. Personally, I would like to see one dock diving. You can read more about the breed here – and about their interesting roots.

https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/dog-breeds/biewer-terrier-akc-recognized-breed-2021/

While the Biewer seems to be getting press in recent days, it appears three other breeds will also be attending the famous Westminster Kennel Club show this year for the first time. They include the Lakenois – a Belgian herding dog, the Barbet – a French water dog who is in the sporting group and the Dogo Argentino, a dog from Argentina bred to hunt dangerous game like wild boar and pumas.

And did you know that the famous Westminster Kennel Club show will NOT be taking place at Madison Square Garden in 2021?! It will be relocating to Tarrytown, NY at an estate which belongs to the National Trust for Historic Preservation. And it will be in June.

My beauty pageant dog shows are long ago in my past, but I believe the imp is trying to follow in my paw prints. He is returning to his “handling class” on Saturday. Heaven help Her Highness. I don’t recall that biting at one’s handler is looked upon as “good” behavior.

Finally, I’ve left the sad news for the end. For regular readers, you may recall a visit we had in the summer of 2019, by some of Her Highness’ family from Buffalo, New York. Lou ( Her Highness’ first cousin once removed – which means her mother’s first cousin – for those not good with pedigrees) and his wife Rose visited for a few days and toured around the Maritime provinces. Lou was 92 going on 65. He was a fabulous chef, gardener, baker, jam, wine and sausage maker, lover of music, and someone who would have been a fabulous Jeopardy contestant- his knowledge of various subjects was amazing. Anyone who met him was shocked to learn his age. He liked dogs and cats – and was delighted to meet us. When one thinks of the words “living large” – that was Lou. Sadly and quite unexpectedly, he suddenly became ill, and passed away yesterday. He lived a long and FULL life, yet it is never easy to lose someone. We can only hope that his never ending zest for life and new experiences serves as a model for anyone who met him. He was truly a remarkable man…

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

Hey blogaroos!!! Squirmy here! So we have completed 4 days of 2021 and guess what? I’ve been pretty good! If you don’t count the fridge magnet that I tried to eat. And the fact that I have taken half our toys outside and left them in the snow. And you ignore my ricocheting off My Enforcer. And the fact that I have now decided to chew on the chairs in the kitchen. But that’s just little stuff.

My Enforcer had some great fun with us yesterday. I think she was screaming with excitement. But the Boss said she was screaming with frustration. Sounds the same to me.

Anyway, we got these cool bumpers from Santa:

http://store.dakotacreekretrievers.com/store_dakotacreekretrievers_com_Avery_Hexi_Bumper_p/02701.htm

We got two of them. They are great for playing fetch! And you know how much I like to play fetch. And so does the Boss. If there are treats.

So yesterday, My Enforcer loaded her pockets with treats and took us in the back yard. I was jumping and spinning and waiting for her to throw a bumper. The Boss was also waiting- calmly. But- we had another player yesterday. For some reason, the Coyote wanted to play. He was standing and shaking in anticipation of the bumper being thrown. But there’s one giant problem with him playing the game. He races to get the bumper and then runs away with it. He doesn’t get the retrieve part of the game. So every time he got it, My Enforcer had to chase him to get the bumper back. So what she started doing was throwing it the opposite direction- so one of us PONs could get it. She was throwing it strategically so he wouldn’t get it. And it worked a few times. But her great strategy didn’t go exactly as planned when, instead of heaving it far across the lawn, she kinda goofed and threw it up. We all raced around to find it. Only problem? It was stuck in the tree.

Well. We’ve seen them stuck on the roof before. Oh. Did I mention she’s not super coordinated sometimes? Anyway, we have to always wait for a wind storm to get the ones off the roof. But this was in a tree….

So she made all kinds of groaning sounds and marched into the house. The Boss followed her. Meanwhile, I started to eat the rope on the other bumper while the Coyote was still wandering around trying to find the one stuck in the tree.

Well. Two minutes later, My Enforcer marched out of the house carrying this long pole thingy with a sharp blade on the end for cutting branches. She mumbled something to herself about me ( the canine ping pong who likes to use her as an upright trampoline) and the fact that she was carrying a long sharp object. She tossed some treats in the snow to keep me occupied. That was smart.

Meanwhile, she was standing on tiptoes trying to catch the branch. I think I heard her praying. Or maybe it was swearing. Anyway- after a few tiptoe lunges she finally knocked the bumper lose – nearly beaming herself in the process.

After that she announced “Games over. Everybody inside.” The Coyote was still looking for the bumper. The Boss just wanted to go in and eat the treats. And it was just me who wanted to play more. Sometimes I think I need a more active household where the housemates can keep up with me.

Looks like we could get some snow flurries today. I better get out in the yard to bring in my toys before they’re buried….And MAYBE we can try the bumper game again. In the front yard.

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