Bogart Handsome Devil, Airedale Terrier Puppy Dog Blog
I am Bogart Handsome Devil, Airedale Terrier and dog-about-town. I'm growing up in front of the entire world here on my blog... sharing my world with crazy cats and my mama Lulu. The King of Terriers is in da house!
Two years ago today a 10-pound tumor that
had been growing on my spleen, slowly taking over my abdominal cavity
and in general being a very bad thing, burst. Mama rushed me into
emergency surgery at the amazing Penn Veterinary School Hospital in
Philadelphia. The prognosis didn’t look good. I didn’t look good.
Mama’s checkbook didn’t look good.
But damnit, I’m an Airedale Terrier. We don’t give up when things get tough.
Despite incredibly bad odds, mama and I
charged forward and had the surgery. She even enrolled me in a study on
dogs with a certain type of cancer that they were pretty certain I had,
hoping that maybe we could have a few more months together if the news
was as bad as everyone was predicting and maybe help the doctors learn
how to help other dogs in the future.
And then… I surprised everyone by NOT
having a cancerous tumor. And surprise of a second kind… I did have
testicular cancer. Lucky for me the vet thought something might be
wrong with “the boys” so she took ’em out when she removed the tumor.
Recovery wasn’t easy, but I refused to be knocked down.
That was exactly two years ago. Mama and
I are a strong, terrier team. Despite a few little setbacks, I AM A
SURVIVOR AND TUMORS CAN KISS MY ASS
is cold. Very cold. While we didn't get the Snowmageddon that some
other east coast cities got (I'm lookin' straight at you Philly - not
that sorry we moved right about now!), we did get around 8" of snow.
Because I have feet like velcro snowshoes, I have to endure this
indignity each year and put on the booties. I know, I know, I'm always
unhappy when my feet get stuffed with ice balls and my toes burn from
salt and de-icer, but I just don't love 'em. I do wear them, though,
after mama reminds me how crappy it is when I don't (and she doesn't let
me out to pee until I put them on).
we live in Pittsburgh now, it seems that we have become a part of
Steelers Nation. Mama and I don't watch much sports, nor get involved
in any of the hoo-ha surrounding it, preferring to do our own sports of
urban-park-hiking and stickwork (with some tennis ball action thrown
in). Yet today after 1.5 hours of hard park walking, we came across
this fine piece of stirring public art and felt the need to stop and
I don't understand a thing that is happening on a football field during
one of your games, I do understand your need to chase a ball when it
flies by you. I do that too.
snowman. You pathetic little frozen beast. Not even much of a snowman
- just three slightly smaller sized lumps smashed on top of one
another. Your arms aren't exactly anatomically correct either, it would
be difficult for you to accomplish much of anything with those
Brrrrrrrr. It suddenly got super-duper cold here in Pittsbrrrrrrrrrrgh. While I am adventure dog, and I enjoy a good romp in the snow just like any other self-respecting canine, this bitter wind bothers me. Especially as I get older, I have far less tolerance for the wind not just whipping through my fuzz, but whipping me along. And don't get me started on salt/de-icer/whatever-else-you-humans-are-using-on-the-sidewalks.
The salt/de-icer stings like no tomorrow. Really, humans, would you walk on that stuff?
I'm going to share a little secret with you. Now dogs, I know what you're thinking. Why would we give away any of our secrets? Who actually likes to wear booties? But the honest truth is that they WORK. I know, I know. I hate to wear 'em as well. But I have to admit that they make the walkies a whole helluva lot better. When my paws sting it's miserable - for me and for mama. My toes start 'a burning, and mama falls to the ground to try to wipe 'em off, we're both anxious and stressed.
JUST WEAR THE DAMN BOOTIES.
Here's a tip - but them one size too large for your dog. Use a pair of arm warmers - or a knee sock with the foot cut off for you creative and/or cheap types - put those on (this helps the booties stay on). Then slide on the slightly-too-big booties. Not super tight with the Velcro. I guarantee that your dog will do the "my feet are on fire" walk when you put them on. Maybe always. But once outside - voila. Once they figure out that their feet ain't burnin', it's all gravy from there.
is this very cool bench in Schenley Park that is painted for every
holiday. We've never been able to run over and pose in front of it
before, because we have been boring and always take the same trail. BUT
NO MORE. This year is going to be about lots of changes in our lives
(and damn it, only good ones for a change), starting with lots and lots
of new trails and walking tours around our new(est) adopted city.
off we went, veering from our trusty Bridle Trail to the Upper Panther
Trail. It's quite lovely, and goes in the same direction so that we can
make our big loop (one of mama's requirements) back to the
Bogiemobile. And just at the very end of the trail - BAM. Holiday
bench. So we stopped, I busted out a few supermodel moments for the
camera, and back to the Bogiemobile we went.
And yes, I did get a few treats for my trouble. I have mama well trained.
the naughty bit could never be me - that's not really my style. I
mean, others may describe my behavior as naughty, but really, what do
they know? I can bring the full-on naughty if and when I desire, and I
choose not to. I am that good. So see? Back to good, all the way
round from naughty.
want to wish everyone happy holidays and the hope that you got all of
the sticks and tennis balls you asked for (and to remind you to step
away from my stash).