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Hey everybody! Squirmy here! Hope you’re having a great Fall day! And boy- I’m learning that falling leaves are sure pretty – but they are also dangerous too!

Like the other day when My Enforcer decided to mow the lawn. It’s not her favorite job around here – it rates just above scrubbing the grout on the kitchen floor. But ya gotta do it – while we canines watch from the deck. So we already have lots of leaves on our lawn. And she figured she could mulch up the leaves with the lawnmower. Even though we don’t REALLY have a mulching mower. So she was kind of mulching some leaves a little and was also shooting leaves all over too. We watched while the Boss shouted out instructions. The problem with all those leaves is that they were so thick in some spots that they could hide the many dog toys spread all over the lawn. And we watched as she was motoring along when suddenly she heard a big CLUNK and then the mower stopped. Well you know those big rope balls that we dog like to play with? I’m here to tell you they don’t look as round when they’re run over by a mower. Luckily the mower did start up again after a dozen pulls. The Boss cheered her on.

The other Fall leaf danger is what I call “hidden mines.” Poop mines. Yup – if you humans don’t scoop our poop IMMEDIATELY, it can be virtually impossible to find it later. This is harder than Where’s Waldo. We could probably take some lawn photos and create our own game called Where’s Poopo?

Today the Coyote goes in for his therapy appointment. He seems MUCH better – so hopefully he gets the go ahead to play again. He’s been pretty depressed not being able to chase me. We’ll have to be careful- but it will be fun to play again. Paws crossed he gets the green light.

Time to go for my morning walk. I’ll be sure to poop in some leaves – just to create that fun game! Have a good one! Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Greetings blog readers. Frodo here. Today marks the first day of October. The trees have begun their colorful costume changes – not unlike the embarrassing costume changes we canines will no doubt be experiencing throughout this month.

The preparation for the Halloween costume photo has begun. Her Highness has begun a series of photo shoots – in an effort to come up with that “perfect” Halloween photo. Unfortunately, I am the only cooperative canine for these shoots. Allow me to show you some examples….

Because the lawn is already littered with leaves, Her Highness thought we could take some generic Fall photos. No costumes. No props. You will note in the following examples, that no matter what, I continue to pose…

Here we begin. After finally getting all of us in one location and finally getting all of us to lie down, only one of us looks at the camera.

The Shark is busy chewing on a new found stick, and the Beatnik refuses to look at the camera.

The Shark continues to chew and the Beatnik will still not look at the camera. Despite a variety of strange noises made by Her Highness. And the fact that she is waving super yummy treats.

Next the two Stooges decide to change positions, at which point I sit up. But I still continue to pose….

Now both clowns get moving. And I continue to pose.

By now all the strange noises Her Highness is making to attract attention are being totally ignored. Except by yours truly. And even her tummy treats are making no difference.

Next all heck breaks loose…

At which point, Her Highness decides she might as well just take a photo of moi as I am still sitting there.

The clowns take a momentary break..

So she whips out even bigger pieces of treats and attempts another take. Here we are all looking at the camera. But the Beatnik looks a bit possessed. Or maybe the word is unimpressed.

So she now changes position. I must inform you that the imp does NOT yet understand the word “stay.” Which was fine with me – because the Beatnik and I kept getting treats because we DID stay.

This next photo is not BAD – it was captured just before the Shark launched himself. However the Beatnik, wearing a leaf on his lip still does not look overly impressed. But he IS looking at the camera…

And finally, after 458 shots, we got this one. Which was the keeper. Even with the Beatnik and his leaf decoration.

The next group of shots involved some Halloween “collars”. Let’s just say that even putting them on was a gong show. And keeping the Shark from pulling off mine and the Beatnik’s was no easy task. We’ll save those photos for later.

Needless to say, Her Highness was exhausted by the end of this round of shots. I believe there might be some Halloween head gear involved in the next round. Heaven help all of us..

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

Hey everybody- it’s Squirmy!!!!!!!!!! I hope your day is going great and you look at it like I do – full of new possibilities. Ya just never know what great stuff might happen – especially if you look for the good things.

Well I guess we snoozed here and missed a big day last week. September 20 was our blogiversary! Six years ago, a wild guy by the name of Viktor decided that he should tell the world all about the adventures of three dogs in Nova Scotia – and the human they owned. We have surpassed 2000 postings – and My Enforcer has made friends all over the WORLD because of that guy named Viktor. My Enforcer forgot about the date – but last night something happened that reminded her of it.

I guess Viktor was a bit of a character whose favorite thing (besides food and chasing bunnies) was to retrieve bumpers. He would retrieve until he was ready to fall over. And he and the Boss had this little game. My Enforcer would take two bumpers out. She would throw one a certain direction and yell “Viktor.” I understand he always had to go first because he wasn’t very patient. Then she would throw the other bumper the opposite direction and would shout “Frodo.” The race was to see who could make it back faster to get a treat. They both DID get a treat – but someone got it first.

Now I kind of like retrieving – but I do get bored sometimes. But for some reason, last night My Enforcer decided to just TRY the game with us. And she was shocked. So much so that she almost cried. I got the game – and just like Viktor – I HAD to go first. And I raced The Boss every time. We must have done it ten times – and I didn’t want to stop. It was kind of like the spirit of Viktor took over my body and I had a blast. It was like I had been doing the game for years. Not bad for a five month old guy.

I know PONs are PONs – but let’s face it – we all have our own personalities. But I understand that I’m so much like Viktor – that it’s kinda spooky. I race into the garage to look for the food bin. I run with wild abandon just like he did. And I do like to steal things – like shoes – just like he did. In fact, My Enforcer glanced around the other day just in time to see me dragging her sweater under the dining room table – which I had stolen off the dresser. Yup – there’s this little guy who whispers in my ear exactly what to do. I have yet to reach the bananas on the counter – and eat them peel and all…

So cheers to our blogiversay. We share pretty much everything with you readers – the good times – and the sad. Our goal is to put a smile on your face every now and then – and to make you look at your dog and realize just how well behaved he or she really is. We’ve said it before – our antics are sometimes like an accident – where you can’t HELP but look and say “ better her than me!” And we’re OK with that! Thank YOU for reading and for your comments – they keep us going!!!! Besides – we’re probably more relaxing to read than politics and world news….

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

Hey everybody- Squirmy here!!! And guess what – My Enforcer is back!!!!! Holy moly did we boys go more nutso than usual when she walked in the door. Of course, I immediately bit her out of extreme excitement and because, well that’s what I usually do when I see her. The other guys were excited too. But they didn’t bite her.

She told us all about her beach adventures and showed us all her treasures. Frankly we weren’t all that impressed as they are not edible, but we tried to look interested. She said she had no guilt gifts as there was no pet store where she went. The Boss said that was a bit of a cop out because SURELY where she went they had SOME type of grocery store, and they MUST sell steaks. As soon as she went to the biscuit jar and doled out some treats, he stopped his complaining.

We behaved very well for Wendy. Everything went just tickety boo. Well except for one accidental boo on my part.

Um – you know how the other guys have created a dog door in the screen on the door to the deck? Well guess who also created a dog door inadvertently in the door to the downstairs patio? Yup. I took a flying run at the screen door, and kind of tore the screen. And knocked the door off the track. But not to worry – I’m just fine. The door – well that’s another story. Who needs screen doors with dogs anyway?!

So it’s back to our normal circus existence again. We very much enjoyed our time with Wendy – she’s SUPER patient and nice. We know that My Enforcer needed her “Zen” moments at the sea – and now she’s feeling all refreshed and relaxed. Should we take bets on how long it takes us to burst her Zen bubble? I’ll let you know after I finish chewing on a dining room chair. Just jokin’. I actually have my sights on the carpet….

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

Howdy blogettes. Elroy here. And do I have news today.

Yesterday morning, Her Highness’ friend Wendy came over. And she knows lots about dogs because she arrived with two fists full of super yummy treats. We love her. Frankly, I love her even without the treats.

Anyway, the next thing we knew, Her Highness said “Be good boys- see you later!” And she left us!

But don’t worry – she’s coming back tomorrow. And we are in great hands. Like I said we all love Wendy – and we’re behaving pretty well. So far we haven’t locked her in a crate or stolen her lunch. Yet.

Meanwhile, Her Highness went hunting. For tiny pieces of glass. I’m not kidding. Humans are sometimes rather weird. She collects something called sea glass. So she went with an old friend to a special beach where you can reportedly find lots of the glass. She said we would find the hunting rather boring – so she couldn’t take us with her. She’s probably right. Actually, Frodo and Viktor went sea glass hunting once – and they did find it boring. They said would rather have rolled in dead fish or seaweed, but it wasn’t allowed.

The PONs are hoping Her Highness brings home guilt gifts. I’m not sure she’ll find special dog treats on the beach other than driftwood. She’ll probably stop at a gas station on the way home that sells snacks, and she’ll buy us a hunk of cheese. That works for us.

We’ll give you the whole review of her mini hunting trip when she gets back. In the meantime, we’ll behave for Wendy. Or I guess I should be speaking for myself. Who knows what the PON twins will do – especially that little guy. The true test will be if Wendy says she’ll ever watch us again. Wonder if she can be bribed….

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

Well guess who? Squirmy is the answer. And guess what I did? Why I escaped the new jail!!!

As My Enforcer would say – I’m really something!! Not only am I a jumper, but I’m also a contortionist!!!! Whatever that is!!

You see, yesterday morning when she went to take the other guys for their walk, she put me in my giant wire cell. The one she resurrected from the garage.

The gate on the cell has a mechanism where you lower three “hooks” to lock it in place. My Enforcer lowered the first hook, and thought the other two were in place – but guess what- they weren’t! So I discovered that if I pushed really hard I could create a gap of about 3 inches and somehow I managed to squeeze my way through!!! Imagine how surprised she was to see me when she came through the door!! The top gate was still firmly locked. I was so happy to see them – and to show them what I did.

Yesterday we got the first part of that tropical storm/hurricane- so it poured rain ALL day. And it was crazy windy. I mean not windy enough to blow ME around – but let’s just say I’m glad I’m not a chihuahua.

Oh and My Enforcer’s friend Wendy came by to say hello. We thought she was really cool – and she had some great treats. Now we overheard her and My Enforcer talking about some “trip” – but the only trip I have ever been on was to come here. So who knows what they were talking about.

The big part of the storm is due today – so paws crossed we don’t lose power. My Enforcer could have trouble finding our food in the dark – which would be a tragedy. But not to worry – we can help lead her to it. It could be my first attempt at being a Seeing Eye Dog.

I hope everyone is having a super duper DRY week. And I hope everyone around here survives Hurricane Teddy. You know – that’s kind of a silly name for a hurricane. I mean who thinks of the names for hurricanes? When I think Teddy, I think fuzzy, soft bears. Nice bears. And a hurricane is just the opposite. And I checked – there has (as far as I can tell) never been a hurricane named Frodo, Elroy or Wojtek. At least not the kind that causes wind and rain. My Enforcer said we are hurricanes in our own right. Whatever that means.

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

Salutations blog readers. Frodo today to deliver your daily dose of “better-her-than-me.” Also known as the Circus review. And yes, I have QUITE the circus act to report on today. It seems that little oscillating sea creature with fur has truly decided to take on the role of PONdini – we have QUITE the magician and escape artist in our midst.

We have discussed the arrangements we have when Her Highness leaves us for any extended length of time: the Shark is placed in his ex pen – a 3 foot high heavy metal jail of sorts. It is not made of flimsy wire – but rather a heavy duty wire – which makes the 4 x 8’ enclosure rather difficult to transport around the house. So it was set up in the rec room downstairs. Yours truly is in isolation with the Shark because there is a gate at the bottom of the stairs which is bolted to the wall. That gate prohibits me from going upstairs. Try as I might (and trust me I have tried) I cannot open that enclosure. So I am subsequently stuck with the shark in the lower level of our home, while the Beatnik is in isolation upstairs. There is a gate at the top of the stairs, which is QUITE easy to move, yet as many times as I have shown the Beatnik how to move it, he refuses to do so. No sense of adventure in that boy. Unless the front door is left open….

But back to my story. Her Highness had errands to run on Saturday, so she supplied the Shark and I with Kongs, and left us in our respective cells. The gate on the Shark’s ex pen was SECURELY fastened. Here is the diagram of how we were left:

Her Highness did her shopping duties and was probably gone not longer than 90 minutes. Which is equivalent to six hours in canine time. She came in the house and prepared to quickly empty her groceries. The PON duet had begun- but it seemed one voice was “closer” than the other. She looked down the flight of stairs – and there on the landing was the Shark. Note the large orange “X” in the diagram. Her Highness opened the first gate and let the Shark up the stairs. She then went down to see where I was. Well of course I was where she left me! I couldn’t get through that gate at the bottom of the stairs. But HOW did the Shark do it? She came down and found the ex pen in the same location, with the door firmly latched. The latch on the stair gate was also secure. She stood there with her typical puzzled look seen after one of us canines has performed a “magic trick.” Like when she found this odd material on the dining room carpet and finally deducted that it was the “stem” from a banana – which Viktor had stolen – and eaten skin and all. Minus the stem. But I digress. She could NOT figure out HOW the Shark escaped the ex pen, and then HOW he scaled a 3 foot high gate. I don’t want to be one to tell tales, but frankly there is one logical word to explain how he ended up on the landing. I believe the word is “jumping.” I mean let’s face it, the lad didn’t fly, and I certainly didn’t lift him over.

So now the great dilemma. How to be SURE that he is secure and safe when she goes out. And the solution? Go into the garage. The graveyard for assorted dog paraphernalia- everything from grooming tables to toys, leashes and of course, crates.

So yesterday, amidst much moaning and groaning due to the removal of assorted other “things” in order to access the wire crates- she found a giant wire crate that should work to secure the lad. I mean it’s not like we don’t already HAVE a wire crate for him in the bedroom, but that would require moving it back and forth – as we aren’t allowed in the bedroom when she is gone. Some problem with eating pillowcases. Anyway, the new abode is set up in a lovely location in the dining room. Which makes yours truly happy – because I no longer have to be sequestered downstairs. I can be on the level where all the action is when groceries arrive. Oh happy day. And the Beatnik will not longer be left on his own. Not that I think he really minded….

The weather forecast which includes an impending hurricane the other day has now been downgraded to a post tropical storm. Tropical is hardly a word to describe Nova Scotia, but I’m no meteorologist. Although my predictive skills are quite good – if I refuse to go out, it is raining. And I can predict that with 100% accuracy. Better than some weather people I might point out.

We’ll see how the new enclosure works today while Her Highness runs errands. This could be interesting. And this time, Big Brother will be watching. Our new escape artist may finally be thwarted. We’ll see. He IS a PON after all.

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

Squirmy here! And I am here to tell you I am afraid. Very afraid. But I don’t know why…

It all started because My Enforcer went out to do some shopping. Which is fine with me because I always get a yummy Kong when she leaves and I get a treat when she returns. And we are all happy when she returns whether she has been gone an hour or whether she has just returned from taking out the garbage.

But the other day when she returned, the other guys were initially all happy and then they stopped their joyful welcome. It seems My Enforcer was carrying a bag that said Dollar Store. I don’t know what’s in the bag, but clearly something scary because the other guys were shaking in their paws. WHAT could possibly scare them so much? I don’t know, but I know enough to take a cue from the guys that I should be afraid.

Whatever is in that bag must have something to do with some new pumpkins that appeared the same day outside our front door. We’re having a contest – guess how many days before the Coyote pees on the pumpkins! We figure he’ll be the one to christen them because I haven’t figured yet out how to lift my leg to pee, and the Boss is too picky about where he pees. He has to walk back and forth 15 times- so in that time, My Enforcer can redirect him somewhere else. But the Coyote is the fastest leg lifter on the planet – so it will no doubt be him. I’m giving those orange orbs 2 more days to be pee free.

Yesterday I got to go to the lake again and I ran up and down the trail and sometimes took a detour into the woods – running with all my might. My recall was again good – BUT I learned that detours into mud and sticks will land you in the tub – and on the grooming table for a quick fluff up. I must confess, I did look better afterwards. Then it was the Boss’ turn for his weekly brush-a-thon. And after we were fluffed up, the two of us promptly began to restyle each other’s hair on our own. Kind of like when you go to a new hair stylist and then redo it the way you like it when you get home. My Enforcer was not impressed.

It’s Saturday- which is pretty much like every other day here. But we will be watching the weather forecast for next week. Looks like something called a hurricane could be heading our way. My Enforcer said I’m enough of a hurricane in this household. Whatever that means…

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

Hey hey hey- it’s Squirmy here. I hope you are having a fabulous day – because I am! And guess what?! If life wasn’t glorious enough – it got even BETTER yesterday. GUESS what I had yesterday? Guess. OK I’ll tell you. A bone! A real honest to goodness bone. A marrow bone to be precise. I’m telling you – it’s going to be hard to top THAT experience! And I got it because it’s Fall!

The last couple of mornings have been cool and crisp – they say Fall is in the air. Whatever that means. But I’ll tell you one thing – the cool mornings makes all three of us boys even more crazy than normal. My Enforcer even said “What’s with you guys?!” Everybody was barking and jumping around in preparation for our morning walks. Usually I’m the only wild one, but the last couple of days, everybody has been wild.

So after we came home and had our breakfasts, licked the yogurt container, ate our blueberries AND cleaned out our Kongs, yours truly was still raring to go. And so were the other guys. The Boss was pawing at My Enforcer’s pockets and the Coyote was staring at her toast. He recently decided he LOVES bread. Plain bread. The craving will last a week or so and then he’ll change his mind. He even went off blueberries for a week. He’s an odd guy – I just don’t get the whole picky food thing. But I’m going sideways from my story.

My Enforcer had not finished reading the paper or having her cup of coffee- so she announced “I have a surprise.” And she went in the fridge and pulled out these big marrow bones. The Boss got his and ran away. The picky Picard also grabbed his and took off for the hall. I didn’t know what all the excitement was until I got mine. Holy Moly Marrow – after a sniff and a nibble I was HOOKED. I could feel my inner beast take over – it was like I was a wolf in the wild enjoying my prey after the hunt. OK, truth be told I had a hard time carrying it – so I don’t think my hunting skills would be that good. I’m just glad all I had to do was stand by the fridge door.

I was chewing daintily while the boss was ravenously ripping off pieces. That’s because he knew that marrow bone feasts come with a time limit of 20 minutes. My Enforcer takes them away so we don’t get soupy poops. The Boss was trying to eat as much as possible before the Fun Police came over, traded a lousy piece of kibble and took the bone away. I was disappointed, but made the trade too. Still, I did need to catch my breath – what an experience. I can’t wait for that again!

Plus guess what else I got to do yesterday? I went on our trail to the lake and I wasn’t on a leash! Sometimes I would run ahead – and then My Enforcer would call me back. I’m doing pretty good with my recall as you’ll see in these two clips. In this first one you can see me peeking over a log, waiting for My Enforcer. It’s a quick clip.

In this one I have run ahead out of sight.

She stops the recording before I get to her so she can brace herself for my landing.

What else did I do yesterday? Oh I know!!! While My Enforcer was having a good chat with her friend Iza, who lives in Poland, I was really quiet. No barking and squeaking like I usually do. Know why? Because I was trying to make up for previous bad behavior? Because I’m maturing? Nope. Because I was chewing a hole in an oven mitt that I pulled off the counter!!! My Enforcer WONDERED why I was so quiet (she was in the DFZ). Yup. I found a way to entertain myself. I’m such a joker.

So that was my large day yesterday. The Coyote is still coughing a tiny bit, but the Boss is MUCH better. And I’m 110%! And looking forward to another new day!

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

Guess who? It’s me – Squirmy Wormy!!!! I am SO excited to tell you dog readers about the coolest new trick I learned. Well – I didn’t learn it – I made it up all by myself! And you can try it and see if it works for you!!!!!

So when My Enforcer needs a break from us for 15 minutes she does one of two things. She goes in the bathroom OR she goes in this room with a gate – that the other guys call the DFZ – dog free zone. Apparently before I got here, the other guys were sometimes allowed in there. But because I don’t know the meaning of the word “settle” – I’m not yet allowed in. Now when My Enforcer goes in there, I’m initially OK with it. I find other ways to entertain myself – like chewing on the carpet or harassing the other guys. And sometimes I even fall asleep. But here’s the trick…if she’s in there AND she starts to talk on the phone – well all “quiet” behavior ends. To tell the truth, even if she’s NOT in there, but she gets on the phone – all heck breaks loose. I will throw around every metal food dish I can find. I bark and growl at the guys. But most effectively- I bark at My Enforcer. Non stop. If she’s in the DFZ, I shake the gate and shout out “enough with the phone. Lock it up!” And guess what happens next? Well because she’s on a call, she will do all sorts of things to keep me quiet. Most of which involve treats – which are distributed freely. Sometimes if the call is really important, she’ll heave a handful of kibble on the dining room floor so we can go hunting for it. The Boss gets the benefits of my bad behavior. Because the Coyote doesn’t care about hunting for treats he just watches us PONs go mad. Of course, that keeps me quiet for 53 seconds – until all the kibble is found – and then I start barking again. My barking behavior is particularly effective if she has a ZOOM call. I’m a baby. I deserve her undivided attention. At all times.

So to all my dog friends who I have never met – always remember that you are Numero Uno – so don’t let a phone call, Zoom call or FaceTime chat EVER take away your RIGHT to personal attention. And the trick to getting that attention is being vocal and protesting! Hey – I’m so free in sharing my opinions and tricks – maybe I should go into politics!!!

Nah. I’m too nice.

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