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Mid-week greetings blog aficionados. Frodo here today for your reading pleasure. And I must say, the word pleasure did not come to mind yesterday morning for yours truly.

You see, after a blustery, snowy weekend, our weather turned to rain and wind. And we awoke yesterday morning to find that our driveway had become a luge run. I jest not. The slope up to the road was covered in what appeared to be a combination of puddles and inch thick ice. Meanwhile, the lawn became a patchy minefield of puddles, ice and soggy slush. Just recalling the carnage makes me shiver.

Her Highness took one look out the front window at the driveway, and she nobly announced “No walks this morning. Everyone out into the yard.”

While the other two clowns eagerly jumped in puddles and slid on ice, I stood in sheer terror. Where was one to walk? It was an icy, slushy quagmire – and each step signaled cold wet feet.

Her Highness literally needed to push me out the door – I was so frozen in horror. I tiptoed around searching futilely for dry ground – to no avail. When Her Highness announced “Quick quick quick” which is the signal to provide “a deposit,” I quickly complied, while struggling to remain still on the icy perch I had chosen. I believe said deposit slid down the lawn. Meanwhile, Her Highness instructed the Imp to follow suit, which after some running and sliding, he performed. She doesn’t ask the Coyote as he never listens of off leash. If he is on leash, on a walk, he complies with the deposit request. But just like his off leash recall, if he is free, there is no point in asking. Anything. He beats to his own drum, that boy. And the drum can be in a symphony or a rock band. One never knows. And he alone hears it.

I must confess, while I certainly enjoy cool temperatures, and rolling and making snow dangels is my favorite winter sport, I could not WAIT to step inside our humble abode yesterday morning.

Meanwhile, Her Highness went out front to salt the luge run. The temperature was above freezing and the sun came out. It appeared our Olympic training attraction would disappear.

After breakfast, Her Highness announced that she was going out to the store. She had distributed enough salt to maneuver Ludwig up to the road, and she envisioned that when she returned, our luge run would be no more. Unfortunately…..how would the Coyote say it…wrongo?

When she returned home she found that, just as they had said in science class 100 years ago, ice will melt salt. And yes, our inch thick ice had a lovely array of thousands of little holes. However, the foundation was still quite sound. Which meant, Her Highness needed a metal device and a metal shovel to break up the ice, and move it aside.

I felt it was my duty while she was out there for almost 2 hours chopping and pulverizing away, to shout out instructions. Continually. I’m certain she appreciated my assistance.

So that is the saga of our slippery, soggy Tuesday. It almost makes one look forward to the balmy tick weather. Somewhere in between is my personal preference.

I wish you a wonderful Wednesday.

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

Howdy blogaroos! Sad Squirmy here today. And why am I sad? I have no toys to play with and no bones to chew on. None. OK maybe one or two. But ALL my favorites are gone. Well. OK not totally gone. They’re all buried under snow in the backyard.

I know. I know. I was warned that this could happen. But I didn’t want to believe it. Mind you – today it’s supposed to rain, so if it melts the snow, this is my chance to get my toys back.

As you know, I have this obsessive behavior where I MUST have something in my mouth when I race outside. I mean I run around frantically looking to take something out. The Warden stops me from racing out with Kongs because she doesn’t want to go searching in the dark with a headlamp to find them when it’s refill day. So she watches like a hawk that I don’t take them out. Occasionally I’ll hold them in such a way, with my head tucked down, that I can get past her with them. Then, as she realizes that I’m out with one, she shouts at me to bring it back. I did that yesterday morning- out in the snow in sub-freezing temperatures. She ESPECIALLY didn’t want me to drop it in the snow because she knew she’d never find it. When I did come back in, I left it on the deck, so I could grab it the next time I went out. Yup. We canines are pretty smart.

So Saturday we awoke to no power. The only one concerned was the Warden. Cool house? Who cares. Not us canines. Luckily the power came back around 10:30 in the morning. The Warden was overjoyed. Another example of how humans shouldn’t take for granted the “ordinary” things in their lives. A good lesson for sure.

Meanwhile, while we did get power, we never got Wi-Fi OR cable TV. None. All day Saturday and all day Sunday. In fact, it’s still not on. Now THAT is a tragedy. No petflix to watch. So do you know what that meant? We got to go out in the snow – and we took some Where’s Wojtek photos. The Warden brought along some super smelly yummy cheese – so I was THE best model. Ever. We can’t do these modeling gigs with anybody else – because the other guys try to get in the shots. It’s hard enough for me to hide – so I’m not taking anyone with me.

The Warden said we have a project this year. We are going to take a BUNCH of Where’s Wojtek photos. And do something with them. We’ll keep you posted as to what, later in the year!

Today, after a cold, snowy weekend, we are supposed to have lots of rain. Hopefully this won’t be the formation of the luge run driveway. But not to worry! The Warden just got some super ugly massive boots to wear for icy conditions. Not that I’m a fashion critic- but they are kinda weird looking. You put them on OVER your shoes or boots – just like she did when she was a little kid in the 17th century. BUT – these have a special feature. Bolts. On the soles. So they provide traction on ice. Really. Part of the winter dog walker attire. Winter dog walker attire includes numerous components. Of course there must be a big, heavy warm hat. That’s critical. And the more it covers your face the better – so no one can recognize you when you walk down the street. The fact that they recognize your barking, pulling canine is irrelevant. You can always SAY it wasn’t you.

You need a warm coat – with deep pockets for treats and poop bags AND warm mittens. With a string. Yup. A string between your mitts is critical, because when you take them off to pick up our poo, you don’t drop your mitts!!! You don’t have to juggle mitts and leashes – because they just hang down. They are essential to the attire.

Snow pants are optional – unless you plan to roll in the snow with your dog. But you must wear pants of SOME kind. Frostbitten thighs would be – ewwwww.

Lastly, boots must be warm AND have traction for icy conditions. Hence the NEW moon boots that the Warden got. She is very excited about them. I think part of her excitement is due to the fact that with her crazy internet sleuthing skills, she got them at 1/4 the price they usually sell for. She could get a job as an internet bargain hunter. Call her if you need a deal. Wait – I take that back. The Boss said it sounds weird.

Anyway, the Warden has ALL the proper dog walking attire. She’s ready.

Speaking of which – it’s about that time!!!

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

Hey hey hey everybody! Squirmy here on another snowy Saturday. It’s like Mother Nature decided to go on rewind. Just like last weekend, we had a rainy Friday and it snowed overnight. Admittedly, last week we had rain AND snow on Friday – so my class was canceled. But yesterday we had rain and got to class before the snow began last night. And not only did it snow at night, but we had and are still having crazy high winds. Unfortunately, we just woke up to no power….

Good thing we had class yesterday – we needed to get “back in the groove.” We had a LONG time since our last class – so we needed a boost to get us back on track.

I have to say, the Warden was very happy with my work in class. Actually, shocked is probably a better word. I’m far from perfect, but STARTING to slowly get the hang of this obedience stuff. In class anyway.

Meanwhile, the dog who is THE obedience dog in our household, was up to some non-obedient behavior while we went to class. And he was caught in the act by big brother….

It seems the Boss was resorting to some primal, “genetic” PON cravings. Back in the day, PONs – who were working farm dogs in Poland , were usually fed a diet of “bread, potatoes, small amounts of cottage cheese, milk and an occasional egg.” ( Our reference is The Official Book of the Polish Lowland Sheepdog by Brown, Burkowski and Supronowicz. In case you wanted to know). Anyway, while we went to class, The Boss pulled a bag of potatoes off the counter and attempted to eat them. Raw. They had been there for probably two weeks – and had started to have baby potato eyes. A few of them were just this side of ending up in the compost bin. Clearly the Boss didn’t find them all that delicious- as the crime scene included one partly eaten potato, another which was in the middle of the kitchen floor, and the rest were still in the bag. The picky Picard obviously had no interest in participating in the buffet. When we came in, the Warden looked at the Boss and said, “What did you do?” He barked at her replying “I tried to eat crappy potatoes, but they tasted awful.” She just stared at him. And he continued to bark on with “you didn’t give us a big enough treat when you left!” She just cleaned up the mashed potato bag on the floor.

Hey. Did you know that on this day in 1919, a giant storage tank of molasses broke in Boston, causing the “Great Molasses Flood?” Sadly, 21 people died and 150 people were injured. Several horses were killed and there were dogs who were injured. I never knew this story. It’s kinda sad. And bizarre. But I thought you would want to know, I’m case it’s on Jeopardy. And to lighten this tale, here’s a recipe for dog biscuits with molasses.

https://www.mealgarden.com/recipe/peanut-butter-dog-biscuits-with-molasses/

Might as well find some bright spot. The Boss said these sound better than raw potatoes…

Time to face the snow!

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

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy Wormy here on this chilly Thursday. Holy moly we have had some cold weather the past few days. Mind you, we canines don’t REALLY care. At least the canines in this house because we have long coats. I know some of my distant relatives- like the Doberman family, and the Italian Greyhound family probably don’t love these frigid temps. But in this house, we would stay outdoors all day if the Warden allowed us time in the “yard.” Even the Boss would be totally content to lie outside on the deck. But no- she calls us in after a few minutes. The Coyote and I are continuing our excavation digging in the yard – but it’s a bit tougher with frozen ground. Not impossible though.

Plus want to know the best new yard addition? (Besides ALL of our toys which I have taken out and are now frozen to the ground. I can’t even move Tuggie – which is a real dilemma. ) But the NEW addition is the Christmas tree! You see when the Warden, Sue and Keith took it down, they tossed it over the railing on the deck and into the yard. To be dragged into the woods where it can decompose. Except the dragging part never happened. So it’s still in yard. Where we boys hang out. So you KNOW what it has become. Pee mail central. We have all left multiple messages on it – in the unlikely event that some random dog will jump the fence into our yard and read our messages.

Yesterday the Warden was feeling lazy – so she decided that instead of three separate walks, she would take me and the Boss together. One might think that is an easy task. But truth be told, it’s chaos. First off, she wants us to poop at home, so she doesn’t have to juggle poop bags, and two leashes. So that means she says “hurry up” about 52 times. We actually did both comply with her request, after I repeatedly kept trying to jump on the Boss. Anyway, we pooped, so she figured she could take us up to the golf course for our walk. And that was fantastic for the first 10 minutes, until the Boss decided to poop again. So here she is, dressed like a stuffed astronaut, holding onto our leashes, and taking off her mitts in the sub zero temperatures to pick up the deposit. She decided to let us free- which was fantastic because we could totally run and roll. Ten minutes later, yours truly decided to poop again. Off came the mitts, and now she had two bags to carry. So much for pooping at home.

While she was trudging along in the cold, the Boss and I were having a grand time. We both love to roll on icy patches – IT’S THE BEST.

As we start getting close to the road, the Warden wants to put our leashes back on. And that’s where the real chaos plays out. As soon as I know I’m about to be cuffed, I hit the deck, and roll on my back. My feet are paddling in the air. The Boss is much more cooperative, when he isn’t barking in the Warden’s face. Getting us leashed up is not easy. And then, once I am all leashed up, I roll again. And again. Once I agree to move, I try to pull ahead of the Boss, like it’s a race to get home.

Anyone who sees the walking or should I say waddling over-stuffed woman being pulled by two shaggy beasts while swinging two poop bags, must be totally amused. We would make a great cartoon.

Meanwhile, the Coyote gets a solo walk to the lake- with the Warden repeatedly shouting “don’t pull!” He doesn’t always listen.

But I’m thinking that part of the whole non-listening think may actually be a language thing…Read on.

Today happens to be Public Radio Broadcasting Day – and what’s the first story I found on Public Radio? One about dogs! And how we can differentiate when different languages are being spoken. Give it a listen:

https://www.npr.org/2022/01/06/1070710852/is-your-dog-bilingual-a-new-study-suggests-their-brains-can-tell-languages-apart

Maybe that’s why the Coyote doesn’t respond to the Warden’s requests. Maybe he comprehends French better than English. And maybe if she used Polish with me, I would respond to everything. Maybe.

The Warden decided to try a little experiment by speaking gibberish to us. And she taped it. The Coyote and I just stare at her like she is crazy. The Boss, on the other hand, seems to comprehend what she’s saying. Or – more likely – he doesn’t CARE what she’s saying – he just wants to get in the last word. And of course, he does react to intonation.

https://youtube.com/shorts/_On0MchTV5M?feature=share

So we can blame the whole non-listening thing on language. Or just the fact that we don’t WANT to listen. That’s a possibility…..

Anyway- time to pull. I mean walk.

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

Yo. Blog people. Elroy here today for your reading pleasure. I’ve been pretty quiet lately, letting the mops do all this blog stuff. Personally, I’d rather stand on the deck, stare off into the woods, and boof. At the wind. At birds. And sometimes just because I can. For no particular reason.

So we had rain on Sunday which washed away most the snow. But not to worry – we had a DEEP freeze last night, so now we have ice where there were puddles. Great for sliding.

Otherwise, not much new. So I decided to check out the news of dogs around the world. I found three cool stories.

This first one is a story about a lost dog reuniting with his owner. Check out the video and just TRY not to cry:

https://people.com/pets/reunion-between-owner-and-dog-missing-in-snow/

And if ya think that story wasn’t a good enough reuniting story – check out this story about a dog who was lost for 4 months! Can you imagine what the mops would look like after 4 months in the wild? The shark can look like something that’s been clogging the hose of the vacuum after he’s been rolling around outside for 10 minutes. Imagine 4 months…

https://www.theweathernetwork.com/ca/amp/news/article/dog-lost-for-four-months-discovered-alive-under-1-5-metres-of-snow

Now here’s a story about how dogs make sure the “show must go on.” Dogs at rock concerts. Who’d ever believe it! I bet I could do this. I mean my nose stays glued to ground most of the time, and I can decipher what animal has been by, and what they had for breakfast and when they had their last bath. Wonder if these dogs get to stay for the concert… I’m not sure I’m a Metallica kinda guy. More like James Taylor.

https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/covid-sniffing-dogs-concert-tours-1280953/

So there ya go – a couple of stories to remind you just how great we dogs are. But then you already knew that. Peace.

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

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy here for your Sunday funnies. Did you know that today is National Static Electricity Day? Me either. Who thinks these things up?

Anyway – more on the shocking holiday in a minute.

So. On Friday we had a snow day. So no class. It started out as a rainy day and eventually turned to snow, then a bit more rain and then snow overnight. As a result of the lousy weather, the Warden did something she rarely does – she binge watched some TV show on Petflix. Wait. There were no animals in the show. Oh – the Boss said it’s Netflix. No wonder we were bored. Anyway, the show was some kind of murder mystery thing. Initially, she attempted to watch it in the rec room with all of us. Unfortunately, my continual attempts to steal pillows from the sofa, lick the Boss’s head, wrestle with the Coyote and jump on and off the sofa resulted in all of us going upstairs- and the Warden sequestered herself in the DFZ and watched the series on her iPad. We asked to go out about 138 times- just to make sure she was still alive on the sofa. After supper she proclaimed that she just had two more episodes to watch. It was getting to the good parts. You know the scene- when the main character goes down into a dark tunnel with a little flashlight and the spooky music is playing in the background. And the person watching is sitting on the edge of their seat because they know something will happen, but they don’t know when. And they’re kinda holding their breath…And it was exactly at that very point that yours truly let out one sudden big BOOF. Well. I think the Warden jumped two feet off the sofa. She just looked at me. I smiled.

So yesterday, I think in an attempt to pay me back, she tried to get a photo of yours truly with static hair – for the “holiday.” But she had no balloons. Which would have made the process so much easier. She tried freshly dried towels and a blanket – and while they offered a a few shocks, my hair didn’t really cooperate. Plus I was not a willing static experiment participant. I was rolling in the blanket. Tugging the towels. Basically discharging all the static. The photo you see is her best attempt. Not so great. Not much different from my normal bed head.

BUT – we did find a video to celebrate this auspicious occasion. It’s pretty funny.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aO-phqmyqdY

Well it’s almost time for my morning run. I hope your day is shockingly wonderful!

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

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy the snowman Wormy here today on what is supposed to be a REAL winter storm day. But I’m not so sure I always believe those weather people. We’re supposed to get snow and wind, but also maybe rain. Anyway, I have my regular class booked for today- but who knows if we’ll be going, if the weather is really bad. Hey maybe we could ZOOM the teacher! On second thought, that would be pretty crazy. The other two guys would have to be sequestered, and we KNOW how much the Boss likes that. Not.

Speaking of the Boss, he and I had major brush-a-thons the past few days. While Sue and Keith were here, the Warden used harnesses when we went out on our morning pack runs. We tend to pull slightly less when wearing a harness for some reason, and she didn’t want our company being pulled down the road. BUT – there is a BIG problem with PONs and harnesses. Fuzzikies. That’s the tangly hair that forms in uncomfortable spots on your body – and they are the precursors to mats. Well. After a week of harness-wearing (just while on walks), the Boss and I were full of fuzzikies. The Coyote has this coarse kinda steel wool coat, so he doesn’t really get bad fuzzikies. Lucky him. I had to undergo 2 hours of brushing and the Boss endured 1.5 hours. It was a fuzziky frenzy. It took place over two days. The Warden couldn’t suffer through it all at once.

What else is new? Oh. Hey. I forgot this old bit of news. Seems there’s a new DOTUS. Yup- the White House has a new canine resident – a purebred German Shepherd puppy by the name of Commander. He’s pretty cute – but really, his name doesn’t follow the one or two syllable rule. Three syllables are too many. Plus if they shorten it to Come, they’ll be saying “Come Come.” Sounds redundant. And Commie isn’t likely politically correct. Anyway, he’s a cute dude.

As you may recall, two other dogs started off in the White House last year. There was Champ, who sadly went to the Rainbow Bridge because he was an old fella and his job was done. And the other guy was Major – the White House’s first rescue. He’s now living “elsewhere” after a couple of “incidents” where he “nibbled” at some White House staff. Seems he wasn’t suited to living in a big busy house with lots of people. He must have had “issues” if they couldn’t train him there. I mean ya think they would maybe have access to the best trainers out there. Anyway, he’s “happily” living elsewhere.

Well, time to get out before the snow gets too deep and I can’t walk because of the snowballs in my private areas. Ten bucks says the Boss poops 20’ from the front door. The Coyote? He’ll just stand and stare at the flakes as they’re coming down. Like he’s counting them.

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

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here. Well the party is over. No more free range pre-breakfast pack runs. Our guests have left. They tried to sneak out super early yesterday morning but we were already up and knew the celebration was over when we spotted the suitcases. When we went out to do our morning “business” the Warden announced “one at a time.” Back to reality.

We really enjoyed having them AND those morning runs. Our last one was particularly enjoyable as we were ALL free. And the ground was hard and frozen. Which means the Boss didn’t have to walk the death march. The Coyote and I wore bells – but, of course the good dog was bell-free. In typical independent Coyote-style, the Picard frequently stayed at the farthest range possible. He also made attempts to drink from every mud puddle he comes across. Which drives the Warden NUTS. He has a perfectly full clean water bowl at home – but it seems he likes the taste of dirt. Go figure.

So our guests made it back home and met with some snow. Better them than us. Mind you, I hear we may get some on Friday. Followed by rain on Monday…

So what’s new in the world of dog news? Oh yes- the AKC has just added two new breeds to their roster. One is the Russian toy and the other is the mudi (pronounced like the cranky emotion and not something that is dirt covered). The Russian toy is little. I guess that’s why he is a toy. They came from English terriers and were supposed to be fans of Russian elites back in the 18th century. They’re supposed to be spunky. And lively and they weigh no more than 6.5 lbs. I eat more than that in a day. Or I’d like to.

The mudi comes from Hungary and they are shaggy sheepdogs. But they don’t look like PONs. They have prick ears. Kinda like Picard ears but not really. Google ‘em. Here’s the thing. You should never say “oh that breed looks like this breed.” Because oooo-eee, people who own that breed are pretty quick to point out the differences. Humans are pretty protective of their breeds. And how they look. When the Warden got her first Bernese (way before they were as popular as they are today) people would ask if he was a Saint Bernard. If he wasn’t behaving, she said “yes.” Sometimes I’m a mini Old English Sheepdog….

The article I read said the Mudi or Mudik if you have more than one, can herd sheep, hunt boar and snag rats. I’d like to try the sheep part, and I do chase bunnies and squirrels ( but I never catch them) , but skip the boar part. Sounds dangerous. Go Mudi.

Well, time to get ready for my solo stroll. Gonna be pretty quiet without three people shouting at three dogs.

Hope they come back soon.

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

Joyful New Year salutations blog readers. It is Frodo here today for your reading pleasure. Allow me to share the latest mundane news from our happy abode.

Our wonderful guests will be with us for one more day. It has been very enjoyable sharing their company and their additional hands which allow all of us canines to do our morning constitutional together. That being said, yours truly has gone rather begrudgingly on our walks the last two mornings. Why you might ask? The weather my friends. The warm, rainy, foggy, moist weather which has contributed to two things I abhor. Actually, make that three things: puddles, wet grass and mud. The first foggy morning I gingerly approached the driveway, knowing that all roads were going to lead to the grubby trail and golf course. But I went – just to show I am a good sport. Mind you, I was on a leash so did not exactly have a great deal of control over the journey. But the second day, when the fog was so thick one could barely see who was at the end of the leash, I moved as if I was in a funeral procession. I was so slow that Her Highness instructed my captor to let me off leash. I trudged along at a distance behind everyone, surveying the best route to avoid puddles or particularly soggy grass. My pace increased noticeably, and in fact, I was at the head of the cavalcade when I knew we were heading for home. I was almost running.

Meanwhile, the Imp continues to delight, or perhaps a better word is flabbergast our guests. Susan coined a new name for him yesterday- Ninja. It suits him. His rather fast, unpredictable movements are quite the thing to observe. For example, let’s say he has stolen something that does not belong to him – like a mitten. Now his typical move is simply to duck and run away. But should he be cornered, he will drop and roll as one bends over to retrieve the stolen object from his clenched teeth. His quick roll allows him to avoid capture. That lad has quite the moves.

The FG or Coyote, has been allowed to run free several times on our morning walks. If the humans are hoping for a pleasant, worry-free walk, though, he remains tethered. I am the one who spends most time off leash. I believe it’s because I am the most reliable. That being said, one morning I did decide I had had enough of the “togetherness” walk, and I headed off on my own in the opposite direction on the trail. This was BEFORE the wet weather when the trail was frozen and solid – and contained no puddles or mud. My escape caused Keith to go running after me. Which frankly, was no hardship as he is a runner. One look at him coming toward me and I realized I had pushed the freedom walk a bit too much. I returned to the pack.

The Christmas explosion has been taken down and I must say, I’m just as happy to see all those elves gone. Call me a Grinch. I’m fine with that.

Well, it’s time for the last morning group walk. The forecast was calling for colder temperatures, but sunshine so it should be PERFECT conditions for a walk. No soggy grass and no snowballs stuck to my paws. I’m actually looking forward to our journey today.

May your journey today be sunny and non-soggy as well.

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

Howdy blogaroos!!! I haven’t been with you since last year!!! OK. The Boss just said that was corny. He said it’s an old joke. He should know.

So. Today I’m here to talk about revolutions. I make revolutions one way – and that’s called “spin.” I make revolutions the other way, and we call it “twist.” Wait. The Boss just said it’s RES-olutions. Not REV-olutions. That’s more difficult.

Apparently, two leggeds frequently make resolutions at the beginning of a New Year. And according to some internet sources, after 1 week, 75% of people are still successful in maintaining their resolution. But by six months, the success rate falls to 46%. Hello. If you humans were training us canines, and your success rate was less than 50-50, I THINK you would either step up our training or pick another goal. Seriously.

My resolutions for 2022? Less ricocheting off animate objects. Like humans and other canines. Walls are OK though. I mean a guy just can’t give up ricocheting completely. Setting a goal of no ricocheting is a bit much.

What else? Take the warden on more walks. She needs it.

Watch what I eat. I’ll watch whatever is in my bowl for a nanosecond, and THEN devour it.

Come when called. If there are extraordinary treats.

Listen to what the Warden is telling me to do. Whether I consistently do it, is a good resolution for next year. This year is a first step. I’ll actually listen.

Don’t chew on things like carpets or chairs. During months that don’t end in “y.” It’s a start.

Keep doing my comedic routines which make the Warden laugh – like rolling in the snow, on the side of a hill- so I roll all the way down.

Running 50 times around the dining room table. Just because.

Making funny faces when she wants to take serious photos. Like this one…

Easing up on my hairstyling routines on the Boss and the Coyote. It will give their hair a chance to grow back. Maybe.

I’m pretty excited about my training in 2022, and maybe competing a bit more. I’m still young, so there’s no rush – but I’m thinking this could be a fun year.

We also hope to continue writing about our adventures. We love hearing from you- and hope you’ll continue to give us feedback about how we are doing. We know there’s always room for improvement- that’s why two leggeds do resolutions!

Well, it’s almost time to do our inaugural walk for 2022. Have a wonderful, waggy New Year!

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