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Howdy blogaroos! Happy Saturday! Looks like a rainy one here – so I’m thinking it will be short walks today. Get ready for 84 rounds of “Find the”….whatever. I can’t wait.

So I hear today is something called Blah Blah Blah Day. It’s actually not a fun day. It’s supposed to be a day when you follow through and do the things that someone has been nagging you to do. You humans are good at that. Somebody tells you repeatedly to do something (like take the car in to get that rattle fixed, or make an appointment for a hearing test – so the TV level can be turned down from max) – but all you hear is Blah Blah Blah and you don’t really listen. So today you are supposed to do those nagging tasks. At least one of them. I hope My Enforcer doesn’t follow through on her nagging about grooming us. She should clean the garage instead.

There’s an old cartoon depicting us canines and the fact that most of what we hear and understand from you humans is Blah Blah Blah. But that’s not totally true. We understand a WHOLE LOT more. In fact we understand everything you say. We just choose to ignore a lot of it, because you humans are pretty repetitive. And let’s face it – sometimes you kinda lie. Like when you’re leaving and you say “Be good boys. I won’t be long.” Your definition of long can be 30 minutes to 3 hours. In this case, we would appreciate a bit more specificity. Because we ARE listening.

One of my favorite lines is “What did you do?” Or “Who did this?” These utterances we fully understand as they usually occur after someone has done something naughty. Like shredding the toilet paper on the roll. Both questions are useless because in the first one you can clearly SEE what we did. And in the second, you probably already know the answer – and if you don’t it’s not like we will snitch on one another. Don’t bother with the questions. Just state the facts.

Another good line is “What are you chewing?” We all understand that line well and in fact, just hearing it will cause us to either run and/or chew the thing even faster. Just get out the treats and we’ll decide if we want to trade that piece of bunny poop we found for the treat.

The Coyote is a master at Blah Blah Blah statements. Like we’ve talked about before. Like when playing Find the Bunny. And My Enforcer says “Find it!” He looks at her like she has two heads. “You hid it, you find it,” he says. He treats everything like a Blah Blah Blah statement.

Anyway – good luck with your tasks today. Don’t work TOO hard.

Oh oh – and SOMETHING is going on here. My Enforcer has been cleaning like crazy. So that means either she is going away (which is unlikely) OR someone is coming to visit!!!! Maybe I’ll have more victims to ricochet against. We’ll see who it is….

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

Hey hey hey blogaroos. Squirmy Wormy here. For your entertainment. Because that’s what I am. An entertainer. One ball of a crazy, wild entertaining whirlwind wrapped up in a leash. Yup that’s me!

But today I get to share some educational, historical stuff. For example, if this was a Jeopardy answer, what would be the question: two Pomeranians and a Pekingese. Give up? The question would be: What dogs survived the sinking of the Titanic? Really. That’s a fact. And I bring it up because on this day in 1912, the “unsinkable” ocean liner sank in the frigid waters of the North Atlantic. And our very own city of Halifax played a roll in the recovery effort afterwards. Sadly, we have three cemeteries that have victims buried here. Here are more details on all the canine passengers:

https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/news/remembering-dogs-titanic/

Frodo and Elroy have both been on cruise ships before. OK. Maybe a ferry boat isn’t the same as a cruise ship. I guess that’s a bit different, But they’ve both been sailors. Maybe I’ll get my chance this year. I’m kinda obsessed with water, and My Enforcer thinks I might enjoy swimming. While on a walk, I run to every pond and puddle and just stare at them. I didn’t go in the lake last year, but I’m thinking I will give it a try this year. When it gets a bit warmer.

What else is new? Oh – I had another rally class the other night. It was the first time that when I was told to “stay” while My Enforcer walked the course, that I actually stayed in place. I usually get up and go to read the signs by myself. Because we know My Enforcer usually gets them wrong. But anyway, this time I was told to “stay” and I did. I guess I am maturing. And I CAN behave. When I WANT to.

Well let’s see what kind of trouble , errr I mean adventures, I can have today! I hope you get to do whatever floats your boat today! I’m so funny….

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

Greetings blog readers. Frodo here on this auspicious day. National Scrabble Day. Both the imp and the Coyote yawned when I shared this important bit of news- so I have the honor of writing today’s blog.

As Viktor did several years ago, I will share some words that contain the word “dog.” Because let us face the truth – we canines are at the heart of everything. For example, we have the word “dogma.” Which is a doctrine, principle or statement of ideas. The dogma in our household is that canines rule and humans obey. Simple. And true. The word dogma will score you a measly 9 points in Scrabble, however, you will score substantially more with undogmatically or even dogmatisms. Dogmatisms are arrogant, stubborn assertions of an opinion or belief. We PONs know all about stubborn opinions – particularly when it comes to meals being served on time. The word dogmatisms will give you 16 points.

The word dogcatcher will score you 19 points. Thankfully the local animal control agents have not been called to imprison any of us. Yet.

The word dogtrotted will give you 13 points. It means to move at a smooth steady pace. Which is noted should the Coyote ever find the front door left mistakenly open.

A lapdog is defined as a small docile dog that can be cuddled on the lap. Someone needs to tell the Coyote the definition. He believes he is one. The word will give you 10 points.

Watchdogging is a serious activity that all dogs in this house engage in. Whether we are warning about the delivery man, the pheasant in the woods, or a leaf blowing in the wind, we take our job seriously. The word will score you an appropriate 24 points.

Those are just a few of the words contains “dog”. There are many more – and you can find plenty here – should you be a real wordie:

https://www.thefreedictionary.com/words-containing-dog#w15

As a final note on this day of words, here are two canines who took the time to make a video to celebrate Scrabble. We couldn’t do that here as it is QUITE likely one (or more) of us would have eaten the Scrabble tiles….

https://youtu.be/07ICLQEhgRo

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

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here. I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend and a sunny Sunday. Because we know that many humans have heliophilia- which means a love of the sun. Yup. My Enforcer and her friends are still doing a new word each day. So that was one of their words the other day. The Coyote is a real heliophile. He finds every sunny spot in the house, and that’s where he plants himself.

And speaking of plants – guess what My Enforcer and a good friend did the other day? Why they moved the garden boxes OUTSIDE our fenced area!!! While they were doing it, The Boss and I were sequestered in the house – but get this- The Coyote was allowed outside and got to watch the proceedings! At one point, My Enforcer kinda regretted her decision to leave him out there. He actually plopped himself down in one box and then attempted to dig in the soil. This photo was before he was really covered in soil- and in this shot you can’t REALLY see all the stuff on his face. He kept turning away because he didn’t want the photo evidence.

And then get this. She moved the boxes on the other side of the fence and far enough away that nobody could lift their legs and pee through the fence and onto the boxes. I still haven’t figured out the leg lifting thing – which My Enforcer thinks is just fine. Two dogs peeing on the BBQ is enough, she says….

Oh yeah – so today is something called “Good Deed Day.” I suppose it means I should behave – but no guarantees. Instead, I decided to do a good deed here – which has LITTLE to do with dogs. It’s about a word. And the word is orbisulate. What the heck is THAT you may wonder? It’s when you eat citrus fruit like grapefruit and it squirts you in the eye. Now we dogs shouldn’t eat grapefruit, but we can have a little bit of orange or lemon (as if we would want it) and it won’t kill us. But we shouldn’t really eat a lot in the line of citrus fruits in general as it could be tough on our stomachs.

So what’s the good deed? Well it seems some guy made up the word “orbisculate” – and now his family is trying to get the word in the dictionary. They need people to use the word, in order for it to be accepted as a real word. Here is their story:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/2021/03/10/orbisculate-dictionary-krieger-covid/

https://www.syracuse.com/entertainment/2021/04/ellen-degeneres-more-celebs-helping-get-cny-invented-word-orbisculate-in-dictionary.html

Sharing their story is our Good Deed for today!

Anyway, I hope you heliophiles have a wonderful day and I hope your fruit doesn’t orbisculate. Don’t forget to do a good deed today. No deed is too small, if it’s something that someone else will appreciate. Like giving your dog an extra treat…

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

Yo. Blog readers. Elroy here. On an easy-going sunny Spring Friday.

Not a lot of exciting news around here. Other than our lawn excavation project. The imp and I are working on creating a lawn filled with booby traps. It all started when we saw a chipmunk go down a hole in the lawn. So of course we had to try to dig him out. Unsuccessfully. Then we decided to dig other holes – but those are randomly placed – just for fun. You should see the lawn…

The imp has 150% the energy that I do, but we do enjoy the same things. Her Highness is actually wondering whether the imp and I should be taking agility classes. It seems that both of us have started a new little routine on our morning walks. Neither of us is prompted or encouraged to do our new trick. And neither of us has seen the other do it – because we go for separate walks. So it’s not a case of monkey see – monkey do. I prefer to think it’s that great minds think alike. And you can stop laughing about the great minds part.

You see, when we go for our walks on the golf course, there is a particular pond/swampy area that is surrounded by giant rocks. And all the rocks are different shapes. But in the past few days, both of us have started this little game of running and jumping from rock to rock. Like a natural agility course! Sometimes I just stop and stand there – like in the photo. The imp loves doing it too – but he can be trusted off leash. Me? I’m tethered. Probably because I would end up in the water. Or off chasing bunnies. The little cottontails have almost changed in color from white back to brown. They’re kinda bold – probably because they know I’m on a leash. They literally run through the woods – parallel to us on the path. All the while I’m increasing Her Highness’ arm length..

Speaking of wildlife, something knocked over our green bin the other night. Actually twice in the past week. The first time Her Highness thought it was the wind. Which it might have been. But the second time – there was no wind. I hear stuff in the woods around the house and let out my best Cujo impression. Her Highness thinks it’s a bit early for bears – so she suspects raccoons. I think we need one of those night time cameras that are triggered by motion. Yup. We need one of those – and a GoPro to take footage of the Imp as he races around the house each morning when he is let out of his crate. I really don’t think you folks can TRULY appreciate what the whirlwind looks like racing around furniture, jumping over me and the Boss and ricocheting off walls, the front door and Her Highness. I’m not joking. At all. You all used to think I was crazy?! I don’t hold a candle to that blowtorch. Who would EVER believe I would be called “the good quiet boy.” I’m liking my new title! Just don’t let me off leash…

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

Greetings blog readers. Frodo here for your reading pleasure today.

We have all survived the dreaded rabbit ears and the dusty old pussywillows for our holiday photo shoots. While I do not mind taking photos, the Imp and the Beatnik make every photo-taking experience a memorable fiasco. If they are not refusing to sit still, or they are refusing to look at the camera, they are destroying the holiday props. The only ones who are happy at the end of each photo shoot are the Dollar Stores. They can thank us for an uptick in business whenever the holidays roll around.

Today, according to the crazy calendar, is something called National No Housework Day. A truly fitting holiday for anyone owned by a canine. Or two. Or three….

It is said that on this day, one should put off cleaning and organizing and should order in meals – so even cooking is not on the agenda. One is supposed to relax and spend the day carrying out fun and enjoyable tasks – rather than the drudgery involved in daily housework.

I think the idea of housework is rather a waste of time in dog households. How unrewarding it must be when one toils on hands and knees to wash the kitchen floor, only to have us canines walk in with muddy paws once the floor has dried. And yet humans continue to repeat the cleaning tasks, as if it will truly make a difference for more than a few moments. Kind of like slaving over a hot stove to prepare a scrumptious meal- only to see it disappear within minutes. Perhaps the joy is in the task itself? I’m not so sure Her Highness looks particularly joyful while cleaning the toilet.

And speaking of cleaning, I have a rather short but entertaining video to share with all of you. As you may recall, “Santa” granted Her Highness’ wish for a new vacuum at Christmas time. For some reason, we go through vacuum cleaners in this household like we do poop bags.

Her Highness requested a stick vacuum so as not to contend with cumbersome cords. And Santa was kind enough to bring her something called the Dyson Animal. This machine comes by its name quite honestly. In fact, the vacuum gets such a “warm” reception – like no other vacuum in this household before, that we canines are usually sequestered outdoors while vacuuming is being carried out. Here you will see why:

https://youtu.be/agqwCFW0kNU

I will bark when the suction task begins and will then stop, but the other two stooges will continue their barking and semi- attack mode so that they must be removed from the war zone. And yours truly is forced to join them.

Her Highness is unsure as to why this particular machine elicits such a frenzied reaction. The machine does have a bit of a higher whirring sound, which may be the reason why it brings out such an animalistic response. One thing for certain- it is aptly named.

So today, put away the vacuum cleaner and don’t turn on the washing machine filled with dog-slime-covered clothing. Don’t wash those dishes in the sink, and simply step over those dust balls floating across the floor. Don’t bother to wash our olfactory art off the windows. Spend time with your dog(s). Play a game of fetch being careful not the throw the toy near any muddy spots. Have a second cup of coffee. Relax. Unwind. Breathe deeply. Inhale all that dust and dog hair….Don’t worry about the mess – trust me – it will be there tomorrow.

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

Hey hey hey everybody! Crank up the polka music, heat up those perogies, pour the vodka and get your pussywillows ready! It’s Dyngus Day!!!!!

If you’re a long time blog reader then you know all about Dyngus Day. But if you don’t- here’s a quick lesson. Dyngus Day (which sounds like ding-goose) is the Monday after Easter – and it’s a Polish celebration. It marks the end of Lent – where everybody lets loose after being good for 40 days. Not only is it a celebration in Poland, but many cities in North America celebrate the holiday too. In fact, My Enforcer’s hometown of Buffalo, NY is said to be the Dyngus Day Capital of the World. Check it out:

https://www.dyngusday.com/

There’s lots of merrymaking associated with the holiday- and even some courting. Legend has it that after Lent, boys would flirt with girls by sprinkling them with water and by hitting their legs with pussywillows. Really. I didn’t make this up. And on Easter Tuesday, the girls would repay the gesture by throwing plates at the boys. Yup – a solemn holiday.

Anyway, today there are parades and gatherings- although they are toned down because of COVID. Last year they were canceled all together. I’m still not sure the gatherings will be QUITE the same as usual…..Still I’m thinking there will be some accordion playing going on – and the odd bottle of vodka will be opened. On St. Patrick’s Day they say everyone is Irish and on Dyngus Day everyone is Polish! I think it would be fun to go to the Dyngus Day celebrations in Buffalo. I mean being Polish and all. Plus I like kielbasa.

So, in honor of Dyngus Day, of course My Enforcer had to try and get some photos of us PONs with pussywillows. Here’s a shot of the French guy finding some…

Unfortunately My Enforcer didn’t have any clippers to cut them while they were out walking the other day. And since then, it’s been raining like crazy so they haven’t been back to that spot.

Soooooo….she had these old pussywillows in a container in the garage….The top photo is the best shot of many taken. The problem with old pussywillows is that they LOOK OK. Until you touch them. And then – well they self-destruct.

Here I am with kitty cat bits stuck on me and pieces all over…

Here I’m looking kind of stunned and the branches are looking kinda bare…Note my nice hairdo…

The sticks are looking really bad here…

This one is kinda cute – but you can see that those feline wonders aren’t so wonderful any more….

My Enforcer kept plying us with cheese but of course neither one of us wanted to stay in place. And every time we moved – kitty catastrophe. I kinda moved more than the Boss. Plus I was drooling for the cheese – so the bits were sticking to my face. And branches were breaking. That happens when you bite them.

Anyway I hope everyone has a Happy Dyngus Day wherever you live!!! And good luck with your pussywillows!

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

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy Wormy here. I’m excited to let you know that we all survived our bunny ears photo shoots. And oooooo-eeeeee- My Enforcer pulled out the GOOD stuff for these shots. Cheese. I don’t REALLY care what the treats are, but cheese does make me sit and stay a nanosecond longer. And the Coyote likes cheese – so he’ll sit and look slightly less miserable. Plus he doesn’t spit out cheese. Seriously- during these photo things if he isn’t happy (which is usually the case) he’ll spit out biscuits. And then I get to search for them.

The top photo was our best group shot. Although after it was all over and My Enforcer looked at the photos – she noted that The Boss and I don’t even look like we had baths the other day. But what did she expect- it’s been raining pretty much non-stop for the last day or two – and she’s just lucky some of the mud had come off our paws before this shoot.

Each of us did solo shots – you saw some of mine the other day. Here’s one of my favorites…

And the Coyote did manage to get a good one too…

Note he is not wearing the bunny ears. Because THIS is what happens with the ears…

It’s like he lost his favorite sheep….

Of course The Boss takes great photos…

But My Enforcer decided to get some fun shots with him… Here she told him to give her a goofy smile..

And I like this one. She told him to give her a suspicious look….

And then if course we have the classic wardrobe malfunction….

The group shots include me trying to make my ears fall off…..and I was successful. Note the happy Coyote…

Here the Coyote looks like he is about to cry….

Here I’m looking for the possibility that a tiny piece of cheese fell on the floor…

Here the Coyote decides he just won’t look at the camera anymore. Despite all the noises My Enforcer is making – including the incessant smushing sound of the plastic wrapper that the cheese is in…

And as usual, the Boss looks like he is photoshopped in.

So that’s it for this holiday round. Oh and those paper eggs used as props? Yeah – they don’t look like that anymore. Easter egg confetti. Good thing I’m cute…

Have a very Happy Easter.

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

Hey hey hey everybody! It’s me – Squirmy. Here to tell you about my big adventure yesterday AND about a secret.

So yesterday was a beautiful day and My Enforcer announced that we were going visiting. Sounded good to me – I’m up for anything.

So she loaded me in the car after a very quick brushing. She said I needed to look presentable. Well we know that could mean we’re going anywhere from a rally class to a vet visit. But nope – we were going to visit my girlfriend, Pola. Remember Pola? She’s a cute Polish Lowland Sheepdog girl who lives with Frodo’s breeders – Marie-France and Lary. I went to visit them once before- quite a few months ago.

It was great to see everyone again. Although Pola did remind me that it’s not polite to get overly pushy when sniffing her butt. Point well taken. After I got my manners in line, all was right with the world and we had a GREAT visit.

Now I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but there are two other PONs who live in their household : Katia, a girl, and Inuck, a boy. I didn’t see those guys but I heard them. Because they ARE PONs after all. And the big news – which we have known for some time, is that any day now, Katia will be having puppies. Which was another reason for our visit…

You see, since My Enforcer learned that Katia was going to have puppies- she got to thinking. She’s surprisingly not getting any younger. And well, she has always dreamed of having a girl dog – and MAYBE having a litter of puppies one day. And now she’s retired, so she has the time to do it! And we even have a fenced yard now too. Sure, it could be dicey with two male dogs who have all their “parts” and a female dog who comes into her “season” (whatever that means) – but heck, other people do it. Sooooo…. IF Katia has a nice girl puppy, guess who might be getting a little sister?! I can teach her all my best tricks! Like how to ricochet off furniture, walls and humans. I can teach her to counter surf with me. And I’ll show her how to behave momentarily in order to get treats. How awesome is this going to be?

So now we wait to see how many puppies Katia has – and if there is a pretty girl girl for us. Yeah, yeah – 4 dogs sounds like a lot, but really, what else does My Enforcer have to spend her money on? Plus let’s face it – the love of a dog is PRICELESS- and the love of 4 is four times priceless!!!!! I might even share some toys with her. And I’m sure the other guys will be happy to share too. One big happy, crazy, barky, wild dysfunctional family. Just THINK of the blog stories ahead. I can hardly WAIT.

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April fools!! Did I get ya?! We know My Enforcer is crazy about dogs – but one more dog in this household and the guys in the white coats would be coming for her. Besides- I have enough energy and life for TWO dogs, and I’m a bit like Jekyll and Hyde – so it’s already like she has 4 dogs!

Thanks to Marie-France for my photos with Pola. I was EXTREMELY well behaved during our visit. They said I was a really good boy. If they only knew….

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

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here to brighten your day and make you say “better her than me” – with reference to My Enforcer- and living with us three stooges.

If you’ve looked at the calendar, you know that Easter is right around the corner. But even though it’s a happy celebration, it can be a dangerous time for us dogs. This article reviews the things that are bad news for us dogs – describing everything from the dangers of chocolate (which we all pretty much know) to the dangers of hot cross buns (if they contain raisins they are toxic to us dogs) to the dangers of eating spring bulbs and fake grass.

https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/easter-can-dangerous-dogs-13-23806722

But in all the dangers described, there is a BIG one missing. A huge one – and yet it is very common. And we dogs generally try to avoid it at all costs. I actually didn’t know about it – but the other guys warned me about it. Here I thought the dreaded Dollar store Christmas reindeer antlers were bad. But I think these are almost worse. You know what I’m talking about. The oh-so-festive rabbit ears.

I KNEW something was up when I was called into the garage/grooming torture palace. I was still relatively fluffy and clean, given that I just had a bath on Friday – so something seemed fishy. Imagine my shock when she pulled out the giant ears. My initial reaction was to protest.

But you KNOW I can’t resist treats – headband or no headband. So I agreed to a few shots. And THEN she pulls out some “props.”

What on EARTH was she thinking with big paper eggs?! I mean REALLY – me and PAPER eggs?! That cracked me up – pun intended. Get it? Eggs? Cracked me up? Never mind. Anyway, getting me not to shred them was QUITE the adventure….

Anyway, we just did round 1 of the photo shoots. I’ll save the good results for later. That’s all My Enforcer could endure for the day. We still have the other guys to shoot and then the infamous trio shots. Good luck with that. Better pull out some sirloin steaks for those photos. AND a big bottle of wine for afterward. For her. Of course.

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