Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy here – enjoying Sumer – which officially began yesterday. It was also the longest day of the year – and we were sure to get up at sunrise – and we stayed awake until the stars came out at night. Gotta squeak out every second of sunlight and Vitamin D that we can get. More time for fetch, rolling on the newly cut lawn, and chasing the bunnies. Yay for summer! Enjoy it while you can – now the days will start getting shorter. Teeeeheeee.

In other news- according to the crazy calendar, on this day in 1847, some guy by the name of Hanson Gregory supposedly created the first donut ring. And all this time I thought it was started by some guy named Tim Horton. That’s an inside joke for Canadians.

Anyway – on this auspicious holiday, it only seems right that we look at some healthy donuts for us canines. So here ya go – with several recipe options:

https://www.petsradar.com/advice/homemade-donuts-for-dogs

If you try any of them, let me know what you think! The Warden said it will be too warm to bake today. Not sure what her excuse is for not baking in the winter….

I went to a rally match on the weekend and I was average. Not brilliant. Not a total dweeb. Average. There won’t be any instant replays televised about my performance on CNN ( the Canine News Network- in case you were thinking it was something else.)

Hey – did you see this news article:

https://www.cnbc.com/2023/06/16/31-year-old-dog-grooming-artists-business-brings-in-1point3-million-a-year.html

Personally I bet some of those dogs end up with PTGD. Post traumatic grooming disorder. The Boss would absolutely NOT be subject to that “service.” He hates brushing – let alone having his hair dyed and clipped to make him look like a leopard. Or a giraffe. I think we’d all be making a quick escape. Plus you could buy a whole lot of biscuits for $1200!!! Count me out too.

Finally today – a video that made the Warden laugh hysterically. I think because although we don’t resemble each other, Dennis and I are kindred spirits. Check this out – hope it gives you a chuckle:

https://www.tiktok.com/@dennis_thats_enough/video/7050551296675384581?lang=en

Dennis. My hero.

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

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy here on a special Sunday! It’s Father’s Day! To honor this day – we thought we would share a story about the only Dad in this household- the Boss.

Yes – as some may recall- the Boss is a father to one child – a pretty girl by the name of Ginny. Here’s her baby picture- in case you forgot:

Ginny apparently takes after her Dad- she barks out instructions, and avoids water like the plague. But she’s also super smart. Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Anyway, let’s hope Ginny doesn’t take after ALL her father’s traits….Yes – the old fella was in trouble again.

It started the other day when the “smart” Boss decided to break with routine- and had the Warden running through the neighborhood at 6 AM….

Every morning, she and the Boss get up at 6AM so she can give him his cardiac meds an hour before breakfast. Then she lets him out for a quick pee – followed by a treat – and depending on energy levels, she will either lounge in bed for another 45 minutes before we all go out, or all the walks will begin.

When she lets him out, keep in mind she’s in her pajamas and bare feet….

The other morning she let him out and he often walks around this circular garden bed we have in the middle of the driveway. He goes out, goes around it, has a pee, circles back and comes in. However, the other day, while the Warden was waiting for the circle back, he never reappeared. She gingerly walked in her bare feet to look up the driveway- and poof – he was GONE. She couldn’t see him at all. He was nowhere in sight. But she figured she knew where Mr. Sneaky was headed. She raced back in the house, threw on some clothes and some shoes and took off after him.

Now keep in mind it’s 6AM. And she now begins to lurk through neighbors’ yards. She didn’t want to shout for him – as people have their windows open – and he’s half deaf anyway. She headed for his probable destination- the house with the cats….

Sure enough – as she lurked through their yard – she spotted him. When he saw her, if he had one of those comment bubbles over his head it would have read “Holy $:&@!” He saw her and literally BOLTED for home. She never said a word to him- he just knew he was busted. He bolted but she stayed because she had this sneaking suspicion he MIGHT have left a present for the cats – and sure enough- she spotted a deposit on a path. She scooped and headed for home. He was nowhere in sight, but she could follow his wet paw prints on the pavement. He was sheepishly waiting by the front door, trying to look nonchalant.

The next day it rained – so his pee was lickety split. But….yesterday…. She thought she would video him to show how he normally behaves. She was going to use the video with this blog.

Unfortunately for her – the Boss thought it would be more fun to do a repeat performance. She was taping – and keeping an eye on him….

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Ctm6mF7AygX/?igshid=ZjUwM2YwMzA3MA==

Remember- she is in bare feet. But this time she wasn’t going to let him out of sight. She started running after him. And clearly the deaf dog isn’t so deaf – because he started running. You don’t see that in the video.

She did manage to get him before there was much chance anyone would see the crazed woman with the wild hair wearing pajamas and barefoot chasing a 13.5 year old dog. And trust me – that 13.5 year old dog CAN run. That’s what is doubly funny about his nonchalant walk.

That guy is pretty clever. And sneaky. Despite his little “indiscretion” I think because he’s a Dad, he should get some extra treats today. And of course, it’s only appropriate that he share….

In other news -I’m off to a match thing today – will report on my adventures after. Otherwise, things have been quiet at the asylum.

We’d like to wish a Happy Father’s Day to all Dads, Granddads, Dog Dads and Dad figures. The Warden’s Dad is no longer here – but she KNOWS he would have found our antics entertaining. He’s no doubt walking Mickey, Midas, Barney, Schubert, and Guinness (dogs owned by him or the Warden) as well as Dorey, Beamish, Harper, Paxton and Viktor ( dogs who were around after he passed away). He was a dog person for sure. Like I said before – guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…

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

Hey blogaroos! Squirmy here on a terrific Tuesday. Going to hang out with the Borzoi babes this morning. Always a good time.

So I have a trivia question for you. What sound can make the Warden jump out of bed FASTER than the sound of the urky-gurkies. You know the urky-gurkies – the sound a dog makes before he pukes. Someone once said they could use the urky-gurkies as an alarm clock sound.

Anyway – there’s something that made the Warden LEAP out of bed the other night faster than the urky-gurkies. Or at least it was a close tie.

Let me set the stage….we had gone out for our last pee of the night. The Coyote was in his pony-sized den, and I was in mine. The Boss was lounging on the Warden’s bed – because he is free at night. Age has its privileges. The Warden said one of these days she’ll leave us all free. If she has no where to be the next day because she’ll never get any sleep. But that’s another story.

Anyway, she was reading in bed, and there was one light on. And she heard it. The telltale sign that we hear in the month of June. The sound of ping pong balls bouncing against the windows and the window screens. The dreaded light-seeking, hard-sided, creepy-legged flying ping pong balls – June bugs. The Warden heard them bashing at the window in a crazed effort to get close to the light. And that was no big deal. It’s a typical sound in June.

But then she heard a DIFFERENT sound- a kind of buzzy sound. And it sounded like it was not outside…..she looked up in time to see a June bug flying by her. She screamed and leaped out of bed. “Eeeeeewwwwww” she shouted. We didn’t know WHAT was going on.

Here’s the thing with June bugs- they are not very aeronautically designed. Kinda like little drunken blimps . Who fly and crash land. She ran in the bathroom to get her glasses – although it’s not hard to see the big beetles – even without glasses. She came back in the bedroom- watching and listening. At last fly by – it almost looked like he might have fallen behind the headboard. She was mumbling that we were all moving to another bedroom if she couldn’t find the kamikaze insect. Just as she said it- he flew by- bouncing against the wall and falling to the floor. While all this is going on – we are all watching with interest. Although the Boss seemed kinda bored. When the mini tank hit the floor, she figured he might be dazed enough for her to get the broom. WARNING: if you are a bug lover and feel June bugs should be picked up and taken outside while the music from Born Free plays in the background- do not read the next part.

So she got the broom. She wasn’t about to pick him up, nor step on him because you need steel sole work boots to squish the ping pong balls. So she hit him with the straw broom. She picked it up and he wasn’t there. She figured he was stuck in the bristles. She carefully walked to the bathroom with the out-stretched broom like a weapon. She hit it over the open toilet bowl – and looked down. There he was – still moving. He then went for a free whirlpool ride to wherever.

The Warden thinks he got in through that giant hole in the screen door to the deck. The light had been on in the dining room- but after we went out for our pee- all the lights were turned out EXCEPT for the bedroom. She figured he couldn’t get in through the screen in the bedroom- there’s no opening big enough for the buggers. So it had to be the deck door. The one with the hole that yours truly designed.

Last night- we weren’t allowed to keep the deck door open. AND the house was pitch black. A bit of overkill if you ask me. It’s kind of like wartime blackouts – except the enemy is clearly less dangerous.

She still obviously hasn’t put up that new screen thing that she bought with magnets. This could be interesting. Anyway- if she doesn’t want us to suffocate in the evenings, she better replace that screen quickly.

The Warden read that some dogs and cats actually like to play with and/or eat June bugs. Attempting to eat a bumblebee was enough insect roughage for me. I’ll stick with blueberries.

So that’s the latest from the asylum.

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

Howdy blogaroos!!!! Squirmy here to report on the latest news from the asylum.

The forest fires closest to us are gone. Controlled. Finished. The one in the Western area of the province is still problematic though. But rain has helped. Unfortunately, provinces across Canada have had fires – so our neighbors to the south in the US have seen lots of smoke from those other provinces. I guess it just shows us that we all need to take good care of the earth – because what happens to one of us – happens to others as well!

I went to an obedience workshop last week that focused on heeling and stays. I was pretty darn good with the heel work – but holy moly, things didn’t go so well on the stays. I guess because when I was seated next to a cute poodle babe on the sit stay, I felt it was my obligation to go over and introduce myself. Who knew that I wasn’t supposed to be sociable?! I got 1.5 steps toward my new friend and the Warden swooped in like a seagull grabbing a leftover pizza crust someone had tossed out. Whoosh. There she was. And I was reminded that stay means stay. Blah. Blah. I was good after that. Bored. But good.

So I was looking at dog news and saw this story about two rescue dogs. Check it out:

https://www.cnn.com/videos/us/2023/06/07/shelter-dog-buddies-moos-cprog-orig-bdk.cnn

We’re all pretty close in this house – but I’m not sure anyone would scale a wall for any other dog. OK. MAYBE we would. The three of us have rather unique relationships. I am super duper crazy close to the Boss. I LOVE LOVE LOVE to lick his face, his ears and other unmentionable parts of his anatomy. Even when discouraged from doing so by the Warden. The Boss puts up with me – but will grumble when he’s had enough. I don’t generally listen. I like to lay next to him. I like to roll with him. Some people say we recognize dogs who are the same breed. Beats me – but I a sure am attached to him. Like a tick.

The Coyote and the Boss are fine together- and the Coyote respects the Boss. They are kinda like some siblings – they exist well together – there’s no arguing or anything, but they don’t go out of their way to hang out together. They don’t DISlike each other- but they have different interests.

Now the Coyote and I are like two siblings who love each other one minute and could kill each other the next. The Coyote goes through these weird spurts where ALL he wants to do is play Humpty Dumpty. He squeals and squeaks to get me to play. It’s like an obsession. So we wrestle and play – with me frequently biting him until he cries – and when we’re thoroughly exhausted- or (more likely) the Warden breaks us up, we stop. He won’t go through a doorway if I’m on the other side – because he knows I’ll ambush him (unless the Warden intervenes). She says I’m a bully. I guess I am sometimes. She says it’s a good thing I’m cute. She says she has to protect the other two from me. What can I say – I’m a pandemic puppy. I don’t know social rules. (Bwhahaha- sometimes I kill myself with what I say.)

So for all you crazy multi-dog households- do you notice some dogs are closer to each other than others? And do ya think dogs recognize their own breed? And do senior dogs rule – like in this household. Pushy as I am – the Boss is still the Boss. Does size matter? If that was the case, the Coyote would rule the roost – but he doesn’t. Let me know your thoughts!!!

Time for the morning chaos run.

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

Yo. Blog people. Elroy here for a change. The mops are in the grooming palace (aka garage) being tortured, so I get to write for a change. I’ll probably be next – but my grooming takes all of 15 minutes compared to the hours on the two of them. Wash and wear Picards – gotta love us.

So what’s new around here besides the fact that we went from the fires of heck to building the ark. Yup – we got the much needed rain for the wildfires- and all those prayers were answered. Like 100 times over. It rained most of the weekend and poured all day Monday. We’re talking Niagara Falls rain. None of us wanted to go out. In fact yesterday morning, when we went for our jaunt to the lake, we all made multiple pit stops because we were kinda bursting at the seams. If ya get my drift. On top of that, our usually dry path was a river. I didn’t care – I just sloshed on through. On the other paw, the mops were zigzagging through the woods to avoid the deep water. Particularly the Boss. Oooooo-eeeeee he was NOT impressed. Mind you, it was up to his belly in spots so he had to wade through. The Imp is used to taking his own routes in the woods so he wasn’t too traumatized. But the Boss. He was giving Her Highness some serious stink eye. We all survived the trek, but Her Highness didn’t dare do it again later in the day. She knows he would NOT have gone.

What else? Oh yeah. Everybody thinks there is something wrong with me. Because I have started to eat things. Like all my meals. And blueberries with the mops. And I even ate apples. I finally have discovered that food can be fun. So much so that I put two paws on the counter and grabbed some leftover pizza crust that was going to be mixed in with our dinners. Jumped up. Grabbed a crust. And ran. Now I understand why the mops enjoy countersurfing. I’m just a bit late to the party. Plus – get this one – I even ate….get ready….asparagus. Her Highness had been chatting with some PON peeps and the subject of asparagus came up. Her two friends said their dogs like the green stalks. So, Her Highness cooked up a few stalks and threw them in our supper. Not too much – I mean we don’t want to go all veggie crazy – because too much of a good thing can end up with too much of a bad thing:

https://www.rover.com/blog/can-dogs-eat-asparagus/?amp

Anyway, the experiment was a success – we all ate our stalks. Yes. Even me. The mops probably didn’t even realize they had something new – they are like vacuum cleaners.

What else….oh so we read about this recent world record breaker:

https://amp.theguardian.com/us-news/2023/jun/05/guinness-worlds-longest-dog-tongue-2023

Kind of a weird one- isn’t it? I mean the dog must really have a long tongue – so much so that people noticed. I’m thinking we must be able to break SOME record in this house….like most times a dog is called and doesn’t come. Or one of those eating records – like most hot dogs in one sitting. My money is on the mops. Or most futile attempts to catch a rabbit. The Imp is working on it. Most barking for no reason. The Boss has that down. Ability to raise a human’s blood pressure in the shortest amount of time. That would be a trio win.

OK. Mops are done. Time to go check the river situation. Better put some waders on the Boss. Better yet, let him take the kayak.

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

Howdy blogaroos. Happy soggy Saturday. Yes – for a change we PONs are thrilled because it is RAINING. Who would ever believe we would be saying that?!

As we wrote the last time, Nova Scotia has been plagued by forest fires for almost a week. While we weren’t in any imminent danger ourselves, we knew people who were evacuated. AND we were rather panicked the other day when the Warden passed by a fire about 6km from our home. She thought she saw smoke and sure enough, as she got off the highway and turned the bend- she saw black smoke billowing into the sky from a wooded area. One fire truck had arrived , and some people had stopped to watch – but all she wanted to do was get home to us. Shortly after she passed the scene – the road was closed. That would have forced her to take a detour that would have taken more than an hour. Phew. She made it – and thankfully the flames were extinguished fairly quickly.

But everyone has been on edge because we have never experienced multiple simultaneous fires like these in Nova Scotia.

Yesterday, sadly, the people who lost their homes were allowed into the area to see what was left. In many cases, there was nothing there. It’s so so so sad.

Yet there has been an enormous outpouring of support for people – and pets. The videos of residents being reunited with their pets by volunteers who went into homes to retrieve them is unbelievably heartwarming. Lots of good news bits among the sadness.

But the BEST news – it is raining. And it’s supposed to rain for the next few days. It will hopefully help greatly in the firefighting efforts.

In other news – I started a new class this week. Still with our coach, Jane – but I’m with a new group of dogs. We have a miniature Schnauzer, some smooth collies, a Belgian Shepherd, and my Borzoi babes! A Weimaraner was missing- Mike. I know him from way back in my puppy days.

I did pretty well in my new class – except for one tiny little infraction. Which I have never done before. During part of the class, we went out onto the agility field to practice stays. Well hello- my head exploded. We were on this astroturf stuff which I think I’ve only seen once. But it’s green – like grass. The Warden had this fear I would pee out there – because let’s face it – grass is for watering. My “stays” were a challenge with all the new scents- but somehow I did it. We were heading back inside though, and what does one do before going in – why one pees! The warden was taking me in and I didn’t even lift my leg – I kinda squatted in motion on my way over the threshold. The Warden shouted “no.” But I made my mark. And of course, one of my new buddies then followed suit. The Warden cleaned up the mess while I was in a down stay – supervising her work. She did a good thorough job.

So that’s the main news here. I hope wherever you are, the weather is JUST the way you like it! The Warden said she’ll take wet dog smell over smoke smell any day!!

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

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here on a Wild Wednesday. Things here in Nova Scotia have been pretty difficult the past few days – but thankfully we are very lucky and are safe.

It began on Sunday with a small wildfire in a subdivision outside Halifax. What started as small, quickly escalated- resulting in the immediate evacuation of thousands of people. It happened in an area about 18 km from our home. We could see the smoke from our home, but because of the wind, we couldn’t smell it. Communities down wind were not so lucky. The conditions were very smoky.

Many people were not home when the evacuation went into place – and they could not return home. They were sadly forced to leave their pets behind…

When one stable was not allowed access to trailers – the owner was forced to set her horses free. The animals ran for their lives…

So far, at least 150 homes have been destroyed. Completely. Many don’t even know the fate of their homes because the fire is still not under control.

We don’t have rain in the forecast until Friday or Saturday. Who would ever imagine our province could be so dry so early in the year….

The whole ordeal is so so tragic. It makes one think about what one would grab if they had minutes to leave home. I would definitely be reminding the Warden that the treat jar gets packed first.

Despite the horror of this situation, in times of tragedy, there ARE bits of good news. All of the horses that were set free were captured and only one suffered an injury. Efforts are being made to return to homes and rescue pets:

https://beta.ctvnews.ca/local/atlantic/2023/5/30/1_6419682.amp.html

We know that the local training facility that we frequent has taken in dogs whose owners cannot have animals where they are now staying. Other facilities and organizations have done the same. Pet stores have jumped in to provide food, and all kinds of supplies to animals that need it. Veterinary clinics are supplying medications.

The fire is not over – but has not spread much. Unfortunately, other fires have started – and our local fire pales in comparison size-wise to a fire in the Western area of the province. It is massive and while the population base is not as high, homes and families are also being affected there. The province has issued an alert halting access to wooded areas for recreational purposes. Which means no hiking on Crown lands and trails. We’re lucky we can walk on our own property and no chance anyone in this household will be dropping any cigarette butts.

So we are safe. We are lucky. And we are grateful. And we are praying for friends who await the fate of their homes. We know several who have been evacuated.

It just shows you how your world can change in an instant….be thankful for every day you have…

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

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy here on what is forecast to be a sunny Sunday. It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood (remember that song?!) and thankfully we have super duper neighbors all along our road. In fact – according to the crazy calendar, today is Neighbor Day. A day to appreciate your neighbors. We particularly like the neighbors with the cats…so you know what that means…

Yup. We had another round of catch the escapees. But I wasn’t involved. It was a repeat of previous escape attempts…the Boss was out having a pee, I was in the garage getting ready to go to training – and well…the Coyote took advantage of an unattended open door and went for cat visit. He bolted. The Boss followed.

The Warden knew where they were headed. Jumped in the car, and drove to the neighbors’ house and slowly drove down their long driveway. Sure enough. Both inmates were circling the house. The Coyote saw the Warden and bounced over to her with a big smile on his face. He was escorted to the vehicle and put in a crate. The Boss slowly walked over- knowing his fate. He was tossed into the vehicle and all returned home. The entire episode lasted about 5 minutes. Really. The Warden has become an expert wrangler.

The Coyote got to go for a long walk with our girlfriend Gena, the German Shepherd the other day. We’re lucky that she still wants to associate with us ragamuffins because she has entered a whole new social class – she won a Best in Show last weekend! How cool is that?! They didn’t get a picture together- they’ll have to next time. We always knew she was pretty- and we’re glad she is doing so well in the show ring! We need to get her pawtograph.

What else….oh! We have some blooper shots from our idyllic photo shoot the other night. As you may recall, this was the final photo…

The Warden was hoping we would all look at the sunset – AND we would feature “the tree.” First she tried to get us all sitting and facing the water. Except the Boss didn’t want to sit…

He finally sat – but kept looking at the Warden…

Even when we repositioned ourselves, he kept looking back….

Then – in an effort to get him to look out- she tossed a rock in the water. The Coyote jumped in to get it…

The Warden pulled him out. He was only wet up to his chest – you can see his wet legs in this photo…and me trying to figure out where to look…

Meanwhile, the Warden throws another rock. The Coyote and I look – but guess who is still posing for the camera…

Now the Coyote is looking back waiting for another rock to be tossed…note the Boss…

Finally after multiple attempts, the Warden gave up on the idea of all of us staring at the sunset and she regrouped us. This one is pretty good…

So much for a peaceful evening.

Time to get the Warden moving. The forecast is calling for another beautiful day. Plus we get to see who wins the contest for First One to Pee on the New Planters the Warden bought. My money is on the Coyote.

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

Greetings blog aficionados. Frodo here today for your reading pleasure. Our blog today is a bit different. It isn’t about any wild antics by the Imp. Or any escape attempts by the FG. Nor will I be discussing why I feel it is necessary to continually shout out instructions to Her Highness. All the time. Every day.

No. Today’s story is a bit of a moral. A story about why when things look gloomy or impossible- one must not give up hope. Because one never knows exactly how a story may end…

This story does not involve a dog – although I suppose it does in some ways because we are often pictured with the subject of the story. But really – the star of this tale is a tree…

We are rather fortunate that our abode is located on a lake. Well- I suppose I don’t really care for the water – as we know my aversion to dampness. But still – I do enjoy a walk to the lake – and we all know the FG LOVES the water. He loves going in it and he can stand and stare at the water forever while perched on his favorite rock..

Her Highness FREQUENTLY takes photos of the water. And in many of her shots there is a piece of land – almost like an island – which is often the subject of her photos. Allow me to share just a few from the dozens…make that hundreds she has taken over the years.

There are also multiple shots taken with us canines – but of course, most include the FG…

Occasionally yours truly will get close to the water. IF it is solidly frozen…

And there are shots with all three of us…

While I could post dozens more photos, I must continue the tale…

If you look carefully at the little piece of land in the photos- you will note a single evergreen tree at the very point of the peninsula. The little tree has often been the subject of its own photos…

And this is the tree in our story.

On January 7, Her Highness snapped this photo of the FG. And you’ll note the little tree.

We had a rather mild winter – and almost two weeks later, it almost looks like spring. But what do you notice in this photo?

The tree is gone. Well not actually gone – it has fallen over. Here is a closer shot and if you enlarge it, you can clearly see- the tree is bent sideways.

We had experienced a rather strong wind storm – and obviously the tree was a casualty of the storm. Her Highness was sad to see nature’s destruction. But sometimes things just must come to an end. Maybe.

Over the past few months, Her Highness has continued to take photos of the lake and the little island…

When you look closely you can see the tree. Still looking rather sad…for months.

But now for the interesting part of the story…As I mentioned earlier, life can sometimes be a challenge. You plan a nice walk. And it rains. You want a biscuit. And the jar is empty. You train for an obedience trial. And you fail. You want to take a photo of your familiar old tree – and it’s down. It’s over. That time, that moment is lost. But you just never know how life can change…

Yesterday morning we went for our morning walk, and it was a rather drab morning. Not overly picture worthy. We all trotted to the shoreline and did our morning surveillance- looking for geese or ducks or loons. And as we turned to head back to the house, Her Highness noticed something….

Yes. The tree is standing. Straight and tall.

There is no doubt some scientific explanation about bent trees righting themselves. No one owns that property so it is highly unlikely that someone helped the tree back up. But it is definitely back.

So the moral of the story is never count on a downed tree to stay down. I wonder if it made a noise…

One must never give up hope. The tree bent, but it didn’t break. Sometimes we… I mean trees are stronger than we think.

And even if the tree may go down again, there’s no point fretting about that possibility. Let’s just enjoy it for now. And take another thousand photos – like this one from last night.

May your day be hopeful- and may you take in the wonder of the world around you.

The next time – we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled tales of chaos. And the craziness that went into this peaceful photo….

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

Howdy blogaroos. Happy Sunday. Squirmy here today with updates from the asylum.

Actually not much new here since Aunt Sue left. The Warden has been busy doing futile Spring cleaning and the weekly mowing has begun. Mowing our fenced yard can be a challenge. As soon as we know she has carefully ensured that there is no poop that she might mow over- and she has scoured every inch of the backyard to be sure it is completely poop free- we go out and poop before she begins. Actually- it’s the Coyote who answers Nature’s Call as soon as he hears the mower rev up the engine. Kind of like Pavlov’s dog. Except instead of drooling when a bell rings, he poops when the mower starts. Every. Single. Time.

Class was good on Friday. I didn’t attempt to eat any bumblebees. And no walk abouts during my “stay” exercises – so I was above mediocre.

Since our lives are currently rather boring, I turned to recent dog news for updates on world dog stories. The first was out of Montreal:

https://montreal.ctvnews.ca/city-removes-no-barking-signs-at-montreal-dog-park-following-public-outcry-1.6406192

So people got bent out of shape because of the No Barking signs at the Dog Park. I’m guessing there were no PONs at that park. Holy squeak toys – the Boss could single pawedly cause a municipality to strictly enforce no barking at the dog park. The Warden thinks his hearing is getting worse – so he can’t hear his own barking. The guy barks for no reason. I mean sometimes it’s understandable- like when we’re going out for a walk and he wants to get moving. Or when we’re waiting for a meal and he wants faster preparation. Or when a delivery guy arrives. Or when he feels like he wants a biscuit. Or he wants EVERYONE to go to bed. Or when the Warden is reading and he just looks at her and barks. Like he wants a summary of what she has read. Or heaven forbid she’s in the shower too long. He must work for the Department of the Environment measuring water usage. He starts barking for her to come out. Those barking messages are clear. But sometimes he barks – just because.

Yet one more reason we don’t go to dog parks.

In other news in Canada:

https://www.cbc.ca/amp/1.6847669

Pretty enticing idea. The community is trying to show it is dog friendly. Which is a good thing. But will tourists really go there so they can push Fido around in the one stroller they have designated for this initiative? As the Warden’s teachers would say to her about an assignment: “nice effort.” But I’m thinking they might need a BIT more in the way of dog-friendly amenities. Like the trails they mention. Plus something like free biscuits would be a big draw for me. I think they need me on their marketing team.

Oh and one other story – that we must not forget. Bobi turned 31! Yup, Bobi, a dog in Portugal became the Guinness World record holder for the oldest living dog.

https://globalnews.ca/news/9701963/bobi-birthday-worlds-oldest-dog-31/amp/

Bobi’s owners credit his longevity to the fact that he is fed human food and he lives a rural lifestyle. He looks pretty good in the videos I’ve seen. Although – just between you and me – I do think Bobi is carrying a few extra lbs. You know those photos in the Vet’s office that show what a dog should look like when you view them from above? And how you should be able to see a waist? Yeah well Bobi doesn’t exactly have one. Just sayin”. Yet another reason why I need more biscuits…So I’ll live to 31. Make it 32. So I can break the record.

OK. Almost time to get the Warden moving. Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe. JBJ.