Hey blogaroos!!! Another marvelous Monday! At least in my little world! You know me – Marvelous Monday, Terrific Tuesday, Wonderful Wednesday- all’s right with MY world. I’m a lucky dog. Although….I DID have a Scary Sunday. Because I tried a PONdini trick – and was NOT successful….

So you know how I have figured out how to lift the three latches on my wire crate aka prison cell – so My Enforcer has had to use carabiners to keep me in? And that’s been a successful incarceration method. So far. However… yesterday morning, the method failed. Half way.

My Enforcer took me out for a short morning constitutional. She then sequestered me in my cell while she took out the Coyote. I have to be incarcerated because of the whole carpet thing. Yawn. Anyway it was kinda damp and misty – so we each went out individually- for short walks. As My Enforcer was returning from their walk and she approached the front door, she heard what sounded like a bark and a squeal. It was different from my typical incessant barking. She opened the front door and her eyes kinda bugged out of her head. I had somehow managed to still push up the three latches on the door – and opened the door as wide as those 2 inch carabiner clips. And I had attempted to jump through the opening. I had done something like this before, when there was one carabiner clip. And BEFORE when I attempted this trick, I was a puppy. A smaller puppy. But I’m a big puppy now – so I unfortunately found myself stuck. Really stuck. Really REALLY stuck. With my body being squished with every breath. I was just a BIT panicky – so My Enforcer couldn’t reach underneath me to release the carabiners. So – like something out of a scene from Wonder Woman, she bent back the heavy wire door with one hand and lifted the back half of me with her other hand. I think I heard the theme from Rocky. And praise the Lord I was free!!!!! I was kinda panting and puffing because it’s hard work trying to free yourself from a tiny gap in a crate door. My Enforcer felt me all over, and I seemed fine. But you know her- she couldn’t take her eyes off me. She worried I squished some internal organs – but not to worry- like a mouse getting through a tiny gap, I was FINE. She did wish she had a home X-ray machine. Maybe Santa can bring her one for Christmas. Although I’m thinking it’s pretty unlikely. I think she should just put dog biscuits on her Santa list. Yeah – she can’t eat them – but we know her life revolves around our happiness- so she would be SO happy to get dog biscuits. OK. I guess that’s a stretch – especially coming from a dog who caused her blood pressure to skyrocket after a failed Great Escape.

Anyway….other than THAT I had a Super Sunday. Some neighbors dropped by because- get this – they baked BISCUITS for the dogs on the road. A lovely little girl (the niece of the neighbor) came by with our treats. We were sequestered on the deck – so as not to knock over the bearer of our lovely surprise. She thought we were funny. She got that right! And boy we loved her biscuits!!!!

Well no rain in the forecast for today – so time to hit the golf course for some 200 yd fetch. I love it. The only tiny problem with it is the bath I need afterwards to clean up my green feet. But it’s worth it.

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

Hey everybody! It’s me – Squirmy! Hope you’re having a Super Saturday! Only ONE more Saturday before Christmas!!!! I have to write my list for Santa. Number one on the list will be an instructional video on how to open carabiners if you don’t have opposable thumbs. Yup. Escaping from my prison cell is numero uno on my list.

To keep me from further decimating the carpet ( besides keeping me in my cell), My Enforcer tried this pepper spray used to keep horses from chewing on things. So I guess horses can also misbehave!!!! Cool.

You have to apply the pepper spray in a well ventilated area. My Enforcer did it the other day, but she didn’t think she put on enough, as I was quickly walking around chewing carpet fibers the very next day. So the night before last, while we were safely sequestered in the bedroom, she donned a mask and goggles, held her breath and sprayed a good part of the carpet. So yesterday, I did nothing with regard to carpet crafting. We’ll see how long the pepper spray works.

Meanwhile, in an effort to tire me out, she has begun taking a Chuck It toy to the golf course when we go for our walks. The Chuck It is a long plastic thingy that allows one to throw a small rubber ball. We’ve used it in the yard, but she figured the fairways on the golf course would provide an even further fetching track. Well. My pin brain exploded when I watched that ball flying down the fairway. I took off like a bullet – often dramatically rolling in my attempt to stop the whirling orb. And then I would race back to My Enforcer for a treat. I did that at least half a dozen times, when I finally began to lie down half way back. I mean I was running hundreds of yards – and I was getting tired! My Enforcer was ALL excited. She figured I would be tired out and she could actually read a book for a chapter or two. But guess what? I only need about 15 minutes of rest before I’m ready to go again! It takes A LOT to tire me out!!

Hey I have some trivia!!!! Did you know that today is the birthday of Edvard Munch?’ You know who he is – the Norwegian painter who did that famous painting “The Scream.” If ya Google that painting, you might read a bunch of different theories behind the painting – everything from Munch’s feelings about nature at sunset to his feelings about his sister who was committed to an asylum to his impressions after visiting mummies at an Exposition. But guess what?! My Enforcer has her own theory!!!!!! True fact – Munch owned dogs!!!! My Enforcer says that explains the painting perfectly! Especially if he ever had a 7 month old puppy!!!

She thinks she’s funny sometimes. And we laugh along so she’ll give us biscuits…

Anyway – have a good one!!! Peace and paws up. Stay safe!

Greetings blog readers. Frodo here. Tasked with sharing a blog of happiness and sadness. I believe I was afforded this assignment as I could address it in the most appropriate way. This is a task for a mature canine writer.

Perhaps we should begin with the sadness first. Like a performance evaluation after an obedience exercise, it often helps to get the bad things out of the way first – and then focus on the positives.

Let’s begin with the first minor sadness – the continued demolition of the new dining room carpet. The most recent work occurred while Her Highness went “for a moment” into the bedroom, and accidentally fell sound asleep- leaving the marauding shark free to do as he pleased. She emerged from the bedroom to find a massive rug renovation. She will repair it – but suffice to say she was feeling a tad depressed. Especially knowing that it was her own fault for leaving the Shark unsupervised for more than 15 seconds. Her bad.

But that disappointment was completely trivial related to some news Her Highness received the other day. Some of you long time blog readers may recall some visits that we have had from Mighty Milo – a sweet Coton du Tulear who lives in New Brunswick. Our little friend amazed us with his larger-than-life persona- and we quite enjoyed his company. But he came by his amazing personality not just through genetics – but through the family he owned. Particularly- one of his ownees, Karen. Karen was an old friend of Her Highness’s. She was once a graduate student of Her Highness, then a colleague – and later and most importantly, a friend. Karen was, like Milo, larger than life. She was artistic, funny, witty, bright, caring – and a fierce warrior – willing to protect others – human and animal. She shared the same birthday with Her Highness! She was truly a rainbow in this sometimes cloudy world. She was a bright spot. Sadly, though, Karen lost her life the other day, after almost two decades in a battle against cancer. Her Highness was very sad to hear this news.

When someone dies, human, canine, feline…and no doubt other species in this wide world, it is virtually impossible not to be sad. One obviously misses the individual- and that sense of loss can go on for a long time. There is no “date” when grieving ends. No expiration date like on a box of biscuits. And sometimes, when one THINKS that grieving has ended, and life almost seems “normal” – something will happen to remind one of the tremendous loss. A song. A photo. A holiday. A scent. And the grief comes rushing back in – like PON rushing to his food dish. No point in blocking that feeling – the PON will get through. But hopefully, as more time goes on, one is not just focusing on the sadness and the loss- but on the brilliant luck to have had that individual in your life in the first place. And that is how one rides the grieving train. Look to the beautiful views. And try to ignore the dark tunnels. Look to the bright spot…

Our hearts go out to Karen’s family – and of course, to Might Milo who will miss his therapy dog visits to the hospital with Karen. Karen truly personified a life well lived….

Well. That’s a difficult passage to follow. But honestly, to end on such a sad note would NOT ever be Karen’s style. She would simply say “come on – that’s just depressing!” So in honor of her positive attitude and her continual effort to look for the brightness in any situation- we’ll share one bright note. The changing of my name.

Her Highness has discovered that I no longer respond to my name alone. I also respond QUITE rapidly to the name “Wojtek.” Why you might ask? Because I am astute enough to know that when the imp is called, every time he responds and comes, he receives a treat. So of course, I also respond. And because Her Highness cannot always resist my longing stare – she doles out the treats to yours truly as well.

I am also well aware that she carries treats in her pockets when we go out for a walk. And the other morning, she took yours truly and the imp on the golf course. And she let us both run free. Now the imp LOVES to race, jump, dodge, ricochet and fly around the course. And as soon as he is a good distance away, Her Highness calls him to return. Which he does remarkably well- because he knows about the treats. I prefer not to stray far at all – so I can reach the treats more quickly. I also know that when Her Highness reaches into her pocket, that a treat will follow. So I stay EXTRA CLOSE. Like trip-over-me close. And during our walk the other morning she made an unfortunate mistake. The weather has turned colder – meaning gloves or mittens are required attire for our morning constitutionals. But – in her effort to get the whirlwind imp out the door before he could pounce on me and tangle our leashes, she left her gloves on the counter. So what does one do with cold hands? Why of course one puts their hands in their pockets. And to me, hands in pockets signal treats….

Throughout the walk, Her Highness kept repeatedly saying to me “no – just be free. Move along.” But I wouldn’t unless she took her hands out of her pockets. I stuck to her like glue. So between the flying imp who quite enjoys ricocheting off humans when they least expect it, yours truly acting as a canine blockade, and a pair of frost bitten hands…..the walk was… interesting. To say the least. I am happy to report though, that the imp never strayed, I did not die of starvation on the walk, and after a few hours, her fingers were functioning just fine…

I hope that today, in a time when we know that sadness can be surrounding us – partly due to the challenges of the COVID, that you are still able to look around and find something to make you smile. Hold onto those you love and hold onto good memories. An email, a text, a phone call – you can make a difference in someone’s world. Do it now. Be a bright spot. And if you happen to be owned by a canine, you are lucky to have a bright spot covered in fur.

Except during those moments he happens to be eating your carpet…

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

Howdy doody blogaroos. It’s me! Squirmy. Also known as prisoner #911. Yup. I’m learning how to enjoy the confines of my crate lately. In fact I think I should do some renovations in it. Maybe some paint…some pictures for the walls…

And why am I spending more time incarcerated than when I was a wee puppy? Ummmmm…. it may have to do with my speedy, razor sharp precision in rug crafting if My Enforcer takes her eyes off me for even TWO minutes. Yup. I’m helping her to perfect her hooking skills. Again. Actually….two more times. That’s what she gets if she talks on the phone and doesn’t pay attention to me. Call me the Ruginator. Plus, besides my rug crafting, my endearing love nibbles which can be more like all out flesh grabbing – have also placed me in solitary at least once. Or was it twice? My list of infractions keeps growing – so who can keep up?! And I’m just a puppy!! But I’m in those Terrible Twos. That’s my excuse.

My Enforcer said she is going to start her own You Tube channel for “How to repair puppy damages.” She’ll make a fortune. She’s got the rug thing down, she knows how to repair scratched decks, she can replace chewed chair pieces – she’s got this!! And I can star in it! I can’t WAIT!

And speaking of starring – My Enforcer did our annual dog calendar. She’s been doing one for herself since before I was born – and she also used to make one for her mother – who was too polite to say she would rather have the free calendar from the Dairy Farmers that comes in the local paper. It had recipes after all. But she took the dog calendar and proudly displayed it in the closet. Just kidding. I’m so funny. No – I hear it was in the kitchen.

Anyway, My Enforcer has been pokey doing things this season, so the calendar was not complete. But then a kind blog reader asked if we were doing a calendar spread again. So My Enforcer finished it yesterday. If you want something to hang in your closet – you can find it here. Next year she plans to add recipes.

https://www.prestophoto.com/bookstore/428051-Boys-2021-Calendar

I had my obedience class on Sunday night and I thought I was pretty good overall. Except for those sit and down stays that we did near the end of class. Yeah – stays are not my thing right now. Plus I think staying still is overrated.

Time to get the party rolling. My Enforcer slept in yesterday until 8:15!!!! Could have been partly due to the fact that she was up late mending the torn carpet. Good thing I’m cute as a button! I wonder if there are magazines that give you different ideas on how to decorate your crate…..

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

Hey blogees. Elroy here. Livin’ my laidback life – rolling the giant ball with the ripped cover, going for walks where I still love to stop and listen for ….anything, and finally passing on the title as “busy dog” to the Shark – who I swear must be foraging in the yard for some canine form of catnip. The guy is nuts. Sometimes I like to chase and play with him, but other times, I’d rather play patty cake with a porcupine. Seriously. Who would have EVER thought I would be the “calm dog.”

AND guess who officially began the fine art of rug crafting, not even a WEEK since the new carpet was put down? Yup. The Shark. And this guy, because he truly does things HIS way, did NOT begin by chewing on a corner. No. While Her Highness took her eyes off him for like 10 minutes, he flipped the carpet back and just began chewing from the reverse side in the middle of the rug- pulling as quickly as caninely possible, creating a bare patch on the good side of the carpet. So even IF Her Highness would have remembered to pick up Bitter Apple(cough cough), it wouldn’t have worked unless she sprayed the entire carpet – and not just the edges or corners. When she spotted him from the DFZ, she shouted “noooooooo.” He pulled faster. He left a bare patch about 6 x 2 inches.

He was immediately sequestered in his crate so she could survey the damage, and yours truly was sequestered in the hallway because I kept trying to sit on the area- partly to hide it and partly to get ear rubs. Only the Boss was able to stay and watch what happened next.

As some of you may recall. Her Highness is a hooker. No. Not THAT kind of hooker. The kind who makes rugs. Like the ones safely protected in the DFZ.

Or she hooks pillows – like this one you may remember of Viktor….

So after the latest rug carnage, she pulled out her hook and some scissors and got to work. She wishes she had taken a photo at the beginning- but she was too traumatized to take photos at first. But keep in mind the size I mentioned. Anyway, here it is showing part of the damage in the first two photos, and third showing the repair.

We canines watched in silence as she did her work. It is not perfect, and no doubt she will STILL try to fix it more- but as she said to a friend “Rug repaired. Dog’s life spared.” She was joking of course. At least I think she was. Of course she was. I’m still here after multiple carpet crafting experiences.

Yes. It feels good to enter into the role of “good dog.” It’s only taken 4 years. Mind you….I still wouldn’t leave the front door open because I’m still not sure I have outgrown that urge to go for a walk about. But at least I have passed along my carpet crafting hobby title. At least for now…..

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

I bet you can’t guess who it is?! Yup. Squirmy. Actually you can call me “famous Squirmy.” My windblown photo was featured on a CKC Instagram page the other day. And underneath my photo they put the caption “Does my hair look okay?” Then they wrote the following description about us PONs: “The Polish Lowland Sheepdog is noted for having a lively but tempered disposition. They’re vigilant, intelligent, perceptive and gifted with a good memory.”

Wow. How cool does that make us sound?! And I certainly agree with most of their descriptors. I’m lively. That’s for SURE. I just haven’t figured out the tempered part yet. Maybe it comes with age. I sure am vigilant. I guard against all forms of birds. And blowing leaves. Of course I’m intelligent – I learn new things in the blink of an eye! As long as there are treats involved. Perceptive for sure. I have figured out that if I’m called into the garage, it’s for grooming. And while I AM a good boy during grooming, the thought of having to lie on the table and not run around is kinda difficult. As I said earlier – I’m not tempered yet. Whatever that means. As for a good memory- if I find something gross and inedible while out on a walk, you can be sure I’ll check for it the next day. And the next. And the next…

And speaking of my lively, gregarious, uproarious personality- sometimes I must confess- I DO get a BIT over the top. My leaping, biting and ricocheting off My Enforcer has taken a noticeable uptick in incidence. So much so that My Enforcer turned to Mr Googly for help. And she found this article:

https://www.pethealthnetwork.com/dog-health/dog-behavior/what-happened-my-well-mannered-puppy

Yup. I have officially entered into the Terrible Twos of puppyhood. At 7 months of age. “Sit?” What does that mean? “Quiet?” Well let me explain why I need my voice to be heard. “Stop biting your brothers?” But they started it by looking at me while I was stepping on them when they were sleeping. “Don’t jump on company?” But it saves them from bending down to pet me. “No BITE?” I just wanted to taste that lovely perfume you are wearing. Yup. I have an answer for EVERYTHING. When My Enforcer tried to get my leash on the other morning, she finally gave up wrestling with me as I rolled around like a the giant ball with the ripped cover – and she dropped my leash and her gloves on the floor and walked away from me. Sweet! Gloves to chew on!!!! Not her brightest idea. Yup- if my behavior was ever considered wild before, I have entered into a new level of crazy.

The great news is that our classes are back on again! The Boss went to his last night. Apparently one week without class and he is back into his boredom barking if he isn’t doing something. And, My Enforcer, in an effort to keep him quiet has inadvertently been completely trained by him. First he will lie there and stare at her. If that doesn’t get him a treat in 20 seconds, he starts to wag his tail. If that still doesn’t get him a treat, then he barks. So he has trained My Enforcer to treat him whenever his tail wags – to avoid the next step which is the bark. She is doing brilliantly. I don’t know if that makes any sense but the bottom line – he is an outstanding trainer. He’s my hero.

Time to get this party rockin’! Have a fantastic Friday!!!!! I know I will! I always do!

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

Howdy do! Guess who?! Yup – it’s me Squirmy for your Wonderful Wednesday reading! I’m not even sure where Terrific Tuesday went! It kind of blends in with Marvelous Monday! Every day is a good day in my view! Even when it’s raining- like it did most of yesterday. But that’s OK. I just got to bug …I mean play with everybody inside instead of outside!

My Enforcer was trying to do a bunch of stuff on her computer yesterday. She also had a LONG talk with her friend in Texas. Nobody can EVER look at me and say I speak too much. She’s got me beat paws down.

She also wanted to write an email- but we were getting just a little bored with all her talking and all her computer work. So yours truly does one of two things when I’m bored. I bark at her. OR I keep squeaking one of my rubber toys until everybody is covering their ears. I won the pest test.

So she looked at the three of us and said “Game Time!!!!!!” She loaded her pockets with treats and announced “ Let’s play the STAY game.” The Boss suddenly got less than enthused. But I didn’t know why. I mean I heard “game” so I figured it had to be fun. But even the Coyote didn’t look impressed. Anyway, My Enforcer lined us all up and said “Sit. Stay.” She then went to the microwave and set the timer for 30 seconds. We all sat and stared at her. Seriously? What kind of game was THIS? Anyway when the timer went off in what seemed like an hour, we each got a treat. She then told us to “Down. Stay.” And this time she set the timer for a little longer. AND she proceeded to write that email. The timer went off – and more treats. She alternated to a sit again and then another down with slightly longer times. That’s when I finally realized that calling this a “game” was kind of a trick. Who knew My Enforcer could be tricky?! She realized after a few minutes (and after a good part of her email was written), that we game players were starting to look restless. So she tried a new game. She told all of us to come in the hallway and sit. By this point the Coyote was starting to rebel so while the Boss and I were facing the same direction, he insisted in sitting the opposite direction. Yup – he plays games by his own rules. He’s so cool. Anyway, My Enforcer told us to wait, she went in the other room and then called all our names and said “come.” I won the race. Every time. I liked that game.

So that was the most exciting part of our day yesterday. Oh. Oh. I forgot to tell you what My Enforcer did the other day!!! She took out the ratty, corner-chewed carpet in the dining room – and put down that new carpet she bought in like March. It looks exactly like the old one. But the corners are intact. We’re getting a lotto license so we can sell tickets where you can bet how long it is before somebody chews a corner!!! I heard My Enforcer say something about going to buy some “Bitter Apple” today. Sounds yummy.

Hey did you hear the news about the President-elect in the US? He hurt his foot. Guess how? Playing with his dog, Major. I’m SURE it wasn’t Major’s fault. Two leggeds are just too clutzy sometimes. Like that day two weeks ago when My Enforcer was trying to get me to go in the house after I had run myself silly in the backyard. Anyway, part of our yard is sloped and somehow when she took me by the collar, I hit the deck, she stepped forward and then ended up doing THE best somersault I have ever seen. Her feet went right up in the air! Whoo hoo it was a sight. And of course I just jumped on her to be sure she was OK! Unfortunately there were no Secret Service agents to pick her up. Don’t worry – she was FINE. I figured it was just an old gymnastics move. Although the Boss told me she never was a gymnast…

OKeedokee. Time to go walking. And see what new adventures I can have today!!!!

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

Kindest regards blog readers. Frodo here for your reading pleasure on this Cyber Monday. The day when two leggeds search for “bargains” on the internet like a PON searching for a treat accidentally dropped in the lawn.

A quick search of the net revealed that there are indeed, dog bargains to be found. This site listed a variety of gifts – but frankly, I don’t see anything to put on MY Christmas list.

https://www.rover.com/blog/cyber-monday-pet-deals/amp/

For example, the gift of matching attire (# 14) for us canines and Her Highness is…scary. Simply frightening. While I realize there are readers who would delight in seeing photos of the four of us decked out in matching wardrobes, personally I would rather wear antlers. And that’s saying a lot.

I had some interest in the dinosaur chew toy (# 8) because who doesn’t enjoy chomping on a tyrannosaurus? But do I NEED one? I think not.

We do not need another bed or collapsible crate. We have both. Mind you, our crate, due to an overly exuberant canine who chewed a support beam, collapses when it is not supposed to. Her Highness DID do some “home crate repair” on her own – and it does stay upright so long as you don’t lean on it.

And speaking of home repairs and cyber Monday – I know EXACTLY what Her Highness should be searching for. Duct tape. Why duct tape you are no doubt asking? Because she used almost a roll in an unsuccessful attempt to repair something. To tell the tale makes her appear less than bright – but we love her just the same…

You may recall the LARGE inflatable ball that the Beatnik and the Shark like to chase aimlessly around the yard. Well, the ball has a cover – to probably protect the rubber ball from puncture. However, the cover has become a target for grabbing and tugging. And of course, when two active canines are grabbing and tugging at fabric, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to predict what will happen. The fabric will rip. Which was the fate of our ball cover.

Now. IF Her Highness approached this problem thoughtfully and took her TIME to repair it properly, she would have deflated the ball, removed the cover, dug out her sewing machine from the depths of the basement, searched the internet to remember how to thread the machine, sewed the cover, inserted the ball and used the bicycle pump to reinflate the ball. Huffing and puffing as she did so. But no. She didn’t do that. No. Her Brilliance used duct tape. Lots and lots and LOTS of duct tape.

She proudly emerged from the garage with the now almost silver orb. The Beatnik could not WAIT to play with what looked like a new toy. Meanwhile, the Shark and I played fetch with Her Brilliance….er I mean Her Highness, while the Beatnik ran around us.

I don’t believe it was 5 minutes before the Beatnik was attempting to remove the sticky duct tape. A shout by Her Highness as he whizzed past her with duct tape flailing, was futile. Pieces came off in chunks, littering the yard, or sticking to the Beatniks coat. At which point the Shark joined in – becoming another duct tape magnet. Now Her Highness not only had a ripped cover (again) but she had two dogs sporting duct tape on their legs, faces and bodies. I just watched in amusement. Her Highness, who could NOT catch the crazed canines announced “time to go in.” But not before the frenzied silver duo removed the remaining pieces of tape. Her Highness picked up the littered lawn and marched up the steps to the deck with spotted silver dogs following. Even the next day, the Shark came in chewing on a piece he found.

So today the ball stands in the yard- with fabric hanging off and pieces missing entirely because of the duct tape. I wonder if there are any ball covers for sale on the internet on this Cyber Monday? Excuse me while I go and look. And we do also need duct tape….

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

Who’s a good boy? Why ME! Squirmy! I went to the vet yesterday- and I was a star patient which is unlike my first visit. When My Enforcer was kinda devastated….

We never actually told this story. And you guys know we share pretty much everything from our devilish behavior to our poop quality. Yup. We all know that PQ is a very common topic among dog people – with you two leggeds always hoping for P3. Picture Perfect Poop. But that’s not our topic today. Nope- we’ll tell you what happened the first time I went to the vet.

It was after my 14 days in quarantine. I had to go to get my next set of shots. But it was during lockdown – so My Enforcer couldn’t go in with me. So. The vet came out to get me. She gathered me up in her arms and the last vision My Enforcer remembers was me going into the clinic, licking the vet on the face.

When I came out, I was walking on my leash and the vet looked VERY serious. She said we had a little “incident”. And I’m not talking about peeing on the floor. See – when I went in the office, I suddenly realized My Enforcer wasn’t there. And I got scared in this new place with strangers. So when one of the techs bent over me and tried to pet me – well what’s a guy supposed to do when scared?! OK – maybe not SUPPOSED to do – but it was a spontaneous reaction. Um. I tried to snap at her! Yup. I did my Shark routine. AND I wouldn’t let the vet examine me. Sooooooo. They put a muzzle on me!! IMAGINE how impressed I was. Not. So when the vet handed me over to My Enforcer, she said I had a bit of a problem – and I could be a handful. Well you almost had to pick up My Enforcer’s jaw from the parking lot. She was shocked.

Fast forward to yesterday. I hadn’t been back to the vet since that initial visit. So My Enforcer got all weird and nervous about going back yesterday. And she kept trying to be calm because she knew if I knew that she was nervous, I would be nervous too. Does that make sense? Anyway when we got there a half hour early because My Enforcer got the time wrong, I went out to have a little pee. And I met one of the ladies who works in the clinic. My Enforcer gave her some yummy treats and she shared them with me. She instantly became my best friend. It was at that point that My Enforcer’s blood pressure began to go down. I was totally chill. And in fact, when the vet came out, I went right over to her. I happily took the treats she had and marched into the exam room like I owned the place. Once inside, not only did I take more treats, I even kissed the vet on the face. I let her examine me all over. With no attempt to bite her AT all. My Enforcer was soooooo happy.

So that was the good news. The bad news- ALL of my classes have been canceled because of the COVID. I suppose we COULD and SHOULD do homework so that when they start up again we’ll be all ready. Nah. We’ll cram. Besides- I did enough hard work yesterday behaving at the Vet.

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

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here. With my tiny turkey friend, Tomasz. That’s the Polish version of Thomas. I think all turkeys are called Tom.

Today in the US, lots of turkeys will be eaten. Because it’s Thanksgiving Day in the US. We had our Thanksgiving here in Canada in October. Now it’s time for my American friends and family to celebrate.

My turkey, Tomasz, was not the edible kind. Although it’s not that I didn’t try to eat him during my photo shoot….

Now I know that this year, you might not be having the big bird with lots of people to celebrate with. The COVID has put a damper on many plans this year. Maybe this year you’ll have a chicken instead. Or even some chicken nuggets. Personally, I’d be happy with ANY of them.

It’s hard this year for many people that traditions have to be broken. Aunt Sophie might not be able to bring over her vegetable jello mold. Maybe you won’t actually miss that one…

But even though things all around the world are different because of the COVID, if you think really hard there are still many things to be thankful for. I’m kinda stealing from another quote, but I don’t think of my food bowl as being half full or half empty – I’m just glad I have a bowl!

And like even if you break the squeaker in your toy – you still have the toy! Plus everybody else is happy you can’t squeak incessantly any more! So they’re thankful too.

I’m thankful for leashes because even though I like to be FREE, they keep me safe and I can go all kinds of places with them.

The Boss might look at grooming tools as instruments of torture – but they keep him from getting all tangled and matted. It’s all in how you look at something. Kind of like a mirror. If you look in all cranky and mad that’s what you get back. But trying to look at things from different angles, can really make you realize how much you do have to be thankful for. Even the COVID – which is not a good thing, has made us thankful for the freedoms we often take for granted. Yup. Most things can have a silver lining – if you look really hard. Even if you have to squint.

I’m thankful with our current state of lockdown that My Enforcer can’t go anywhere! She’s with us all the time. Super bonus. And she’s thankful that we don’t have any super close neighbors who can see her with her disheveled hair and dog hair covered sweat pants. She wouldn’t win any beauty pageants – but we don’t care one bit.

So I hope today, wherever you are, that you can, in these tricky times, still find things to be thankful for. And if you are owned by a dog – you have one already!!

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