Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Carpe Sofa

"Seize the Sofa"

Carpe Sofa

First give the humans that patented "adorable, innocent dog" look

Carpe Sofa

When that stops working, it's always good to lick the balls then threaten to lick someone's face

Carpe Sofa

Relax and enjoy YOUR sofa.

Love,

Bogart

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Saturday, October 28, 2006

Goldie - The Fighting Airedale

Goldie of the Mountains

I just found out about this beautiful girl… what a fighter she is! A true Airedale…

Her story really moved me and we’ve made a Paypal donation to help with her care! You can read all about her HERE.

Go Goldie!!!!!

Love,

Bogart

Help Goldie

The Bogart Channel

The Bogart Channel

OK, I ask you.... HOW COOL IS THIS?!?!

The folks at Dogs With Blogs have created my very own TV channel where everyone can watch my movies!!!! I wonder if I've told them how much I love them recently...

You've gotta go check out all of the dogs channels (including my dreamgirl Sunshade) and all of the dogs blogs! It's the BEST site out there for prolific dogs to hook up, make friends, and who knows...

Love,

Bogart

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Friday, October 27, 2006

The Fortress of Stickitude

In the backyard of Kehoe Mountain, there is a place. A very special place. A place where I keep my..... sticks. Oh and assorted toys that I've stolen from Heidi the Boxer.

I dug the swag pit myself, and each time I've visited I've felt compelled to add to it... a stick here, a stuffed toy there.

It's always the first thing I check (after I check Heidi's butt to make sure it's still her) to see if she has rifled through my stuff. And of course every single time she has, so I have to go around and collect everything again and bring it back to the Fortress of Stickitude.

Just because it's her house, her back yard, her sticks, doesn't mean they shouldn't be right where I like them...

Love,

Bogart

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Sunday, October 22, 2006

Blind Date

Today I had my very first date ever.

I had no idea of what to expect, other than mom and dad telling me that there was a special girl that I could play with. Hubba hubba.

I kept thinking that I must need something special, something to give her, hey maybe I should have had a bath beforehand, but off we went to Kehoe Mountain (the mythical back yard that I have been running in occasionally lately).

Dad told me to sit like a good boy - and wait for the big surprise. I didn't have to wait long (a good thing!). The door opened, and down walked - tentatively at first - a gorgeous girl Boxer named Heidi. And you know what's funny? I've met her before back when mom worked at her old office, she was a puppy the same time that I was! I've even played with her Boxer mom (Roxy) and dad (Bo)!

We got along like a house on fire. After a quick sniff and catch up, it was off to run up and down the hill. And what fun we had!!!! We both got so tired at one point that we just laid down right where we had been running and crashed.

I like Heidi a LOT - so far not in that special way (and she's spayed) - so now I have a real-life girl to run around with (my Heidi) and of course my dreamgirl Sunshade that I do hope to run around with sometime in the future!

Ah...... it's good to be a boy.

Love,

Bogart

See more of my dating adventures on my other blog:

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Sunday, October 15, 2006

Oktoberfest

(eyes closed in anticipation of sausage-y goodness)

Well I'd just gotten pretty cranky about being left home while mom and dad went to Oktoberfest at the Alpine Village... last year around this time was the very first time they went out for a few hours without me (I was such a young'un then) so I kind of remembered when mom started to practice her chicken dance that they might be gone for awhile...

They only stayed for a few hours and it's a good thing: last year they didn't bring me home anything, but this year I got a piece of polish sausage!

Yup, they smuggled it out of the beer tent in dad's pocket, all wrapped and ready to go. A little bit of sauerkraut attached to one end, mmm, mmm, mmm. Yummy.

I'd even chicken dance for more dad!

Love,

Bogart

WIkifido

Mom just found this cool site called WikiFido - and she put up a page for me! It was a little difficult for her at first (I could see the smoke coming out of her ears and heard those "special" words she uses when she's angry) but it looks pretty good.

Check me out on my own WikiFido page HERE, and don't forget to add your own to your own breeds! I saw the page of my dreamgirl Sunshade, which made my heart go pitter-patter...

Love,

Bogart

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Saturday, October 14, 2006

Helping Out and Hanging Out

I really like to help around the house when I can. If I'm not sleeping, eating, or trying to get the humans to take me outside, I'm generally interested in making their lives a little easier.

Take this afternoon for example. Mom had to sort socks and I thought I would help.

I guess that mom thought my helping was a little "too good" so we decided to take a little break and head out for some lunch at the Good Microbrew in Silverlake.

Today it was "okay", nothing special, no special admirers other than a little baby who cried when I licked his face. Ungrateful tiny human!

When I got home I told my entire tale about the ungrateful baby to my buddy Kafka the tabby... I told him that I had had some far more devious ideas of what to do with the little vibrating bag of squeals and was basically confessing my evil thoughts... and Kafka just smiled as if to say, "my dear canine, we all have thoughts like that from time to time... and it's always best to act on them only when there is absolutely no chance of getting caught or if there is a convenient canine - uh, I mean other creature - to blame it on".

Love,

Bogart

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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Playing Catch Up


Today is a VERY SPECIAL DAY.

One year ago today I was crammed into a crate with no idea of where I was going, what would be happening to me, and oh yeah I was kinda hungry. Then I was put onto not one but two airplanes from rural Virginia (and not riding first class, I tell you) and one plane missed it's connection so I spent an inordinate amount of time in the airport at Atlanta before another long flight to who-knew-where.

Little did I know that at the same exact time, my new mom-to-be was screaming profanities and generally making a nuisance of herself at the Delta baggage claim terminal in Los Angeles in anticipation of my arrival. She made sure that everyone in the entire terminal knew exactly who I was, and wouldn't even let them leave (!) until they found me. I ultimately arrived 3 hours later than expected, and mom gave 'em hell.

Today is the one year anniversary of my very first day with mom and dad. I really do feel special!!! I love that they take such good care of me, and I'm happy to return the favor. And I'm so happy that they're FUN!!!

In other news, apparently mom had been taking photos all along this weekend and was just now getting around to posting them. So this was my very full Sunday:

First we stopped off at Petco, I wasn't sure why. But I'm always happy to explore and show mom where the good stuff is (when I'm "good" I'm allowed to pick out my own toys and bones).

Then we went down the leash-and-collar aisle. I wasn't sure why. I already have leashes and the coolest collar... but mom wanted to get me a harness. I immediately thought of my dreamgirl Sunshade and her pretty red one, and yup I got excited. So mom and I were trying them on and then decided that I should have a manly green one. I kinda like it actually.


Then we were going to go to the Pasadena City College flea market... except that mom had the dates wrong and there was no one there! It was actually one week before, so we suddenly had nothing to do. So rather than going home, mom thought we should take a little tour of Old Town Pasadena. I agreed heartily - it's an area where there are lots of people who not only know a gorgeous young Airedale when they see one, but they openly express their admiration as well.

So we parked and then I got to test-drive the new harness. Pretty good. We stopped for some lunch at a restaurant called Malagueta - it's sort of Brazilian, and I've been there before. Last year at the Doo Dah Parade I got to sit there and they were really nice to me. Mom got her predictable non-meat sandwich and I thought she might need a little protection so I jumped into her lap. Several times. Just so she'd feel comfortable as a lone woman eating lunch at an outdoor cafe... I get to be her muscle! I also get any mozzarella scraps that just happen to not make it into her mouth, so it's totally worth it.

Then we walked around for awhile looking for a good spot to take some photos. Have I told you that I was asked to be in the Dogs With Blogs calendar? Oh yes indeed, and mom has been trying to get some good photos of me so that I'm truly worthy of my own month. But it's been difficult. Between the battery issues and this "work" thing, she just didn't have the time or the creative energy to git 'er done. We thought we'd try today as it was lovely outside and we were in pretty Pasadena, after all.

As genetically gifted as I am, some days the muse just doesn't visit, and the pictures just aren't award-winning. I of course blame mom.

I know she tries, but well, she failed.


Admittedly I was easily distracted, but hey I'm the model here.


So then we headed home, mom a bit dejected about having the opportunity to get a fantastic calendar-worthy picture of me and somehow not getting it together. She wasn't happy. Then we got stuck in major traffic behind a nasty truck accident which made her even un-happy-er.

We got home and mom was moping around the apartment. She went downstairs to get her laundry (I try to help her, but she swears that she can do this better alone... I of course pretend to understand) and then came running back up the stairs at top speed! IT WAS RAINING! For the first time in more months than either of us can remember, IT WAS RAINING! So she grabbed my leash, found the camera, and she and I went running outside to the park to enjoy a little RAIN!!!!

Of course it only lasted for less than 5 minutes, but I do have to admit that it was fun and did feel awfully good. Mom started shooting pictures immediately and we both felt something good was happening... I even started to sing!

At full howl I did a little impromptu serenade for mom.


I could tell that she liked it by the way she was laughing so hard.

So I just kept going. And somehow in all of this frivolity, mom GOT THE PICTURES. I was so happy and boy was she happy. The rain stopped, and we went back inside so she could sit in front of the computer for awhile and work on my pictures doing whatever special thing she does with them. It's good to have "people" to do these kinds of things for me.

Love,

Bogart

See TONS of pictures on my other blog:
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Sunday, October 08, 2006

Dusty Barker

And just for good measure, here’s another one from this past week called “Dusty Barker”. This is where I scale Mount Kehoe (the fantastic back yard that I mentioned before where I got covered in flowers!):



Love,
Bogart

Aire Trotter

Yes, you can blame the fact that I haven't posted recently entirely on mom. It's all her fault. I try to get her to sit down and take dictation, but NO. She's tired, she's cranky, she's "not in the mood" (how can you possibly NOT be in the mood to write about meeee?). And it's not that we haven't even been doing cool things, it's just that she hasn't let the world know about them. I've been very, very cross with her about this and must find a way to let her know the level of my displeasure.

In the meantime, I did get her to put together a new video for you called "Aire Trotter". A little b-ball, anyone?





Love,

Bogart

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Hipster Hangout Time

Nothing like emptying ones bowels in order to prepare for the infiltration of more yummy human food...

This afternoon mom and dad surprised me by taking me to Fred 62 in Los Feliz... aka the hipster hangout. I just sit calmly by and take in all of the admiration because try as they all might, those hipsters just can't stay all hip without giving up some sugar to the Bogelmeister. Yes, even the tragically hip drop their pretenses momentarily when in my presence. What can I say?

After the meal (not much for me tragically, dad was hungry and I'm never as interested in mom's vegetarian selections as she is) we took a little walk down the street where I saw the coolest thing... a big orange tabby in a bookstore window! Mom was trying to take more pictures while we were playing (her name is Lucy and she's quite the feisty one) of course we had more battery issues, but luckily she managed to pop off at least one photo. I'd get all excited and jump up to try to "get" her, she'd roll onto her back and swing at me with her paws (they don't hurt through glass like they do at home when there is no glass involved, interestingly). People walking by stopped to laugh with us as Lucy and I played. It was indeed fun, and good for the digestion.

Love,

Bogart

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Answering the Call of Nature

At 5am this morning, I had to poop.

Really, really, really poop. The kind of poop that just won't wait for ANYTHING. Normally I wake mom up around 6am for pooping, so while I realized that this was a bit earlier than usual, I HAD TO POOP.

So I went about the usual methods of waking mom up - licking her face, dropping the evil paw on her head, jumping on top of her to try to get to dad who might take pity on my plight and get up first, and even barking - to no avail. I knew it was time for drastic measures.

Mom installed bells on the front door knob for me to ring whenever I needed to go out. These were really helpful when I was being housetrained, as I quickly learned that giving a quick nose to the bells made the humans come running. Have I abused that knowledge in the past year? Well I suppose I'd first have to know what you would consider abuse. Yes, I use it on a regular basis, sometimes for the simple "I feel like going outside now", sometimes for the more complex "oh are you busy, I thought it might be a good time to sneak in a pee", occasionally for the "damn it I just wanna go and test your training skills by running in the opposite direction the minute that gate is open", and most importantly for the "I GOTTA POOP NOW".

So in true Airedale spirit, not only did I ring the bells but I body-slammed the front door. That got mom's attention! She got up pretty darn fast and got her sneakers on without my assistance (usually I help her with this, I'm very good at untying shoelaces and love to feel that I'm being helpful) and we ran outside, top speed, down the street to the park. No stopping for sniffing, I had a job to do!

Now the reason that mom didn't want to get up was that it was still dark outside. The park isn't safe when it's not light so I don't usually get to go there at night or this early in the morning. But this morning was a special case if ever there was one. I went barreling down the street, mom in tow running behind me, toward the park. There would be nothing that would stop me getting to my pooping place, not human, nor animal, nor natural disaster, so up we ran and mom - in one fell swoop - unclipped my leash and I ran a few feet into the park and immediately POOPED. Ah.....

No need for a regular morning walk, even I felt weird about being in the park in the dark. After an emptying of my bladder, we walked quickly around and back home. I had a new spring in my step that mom noticed, jauntily running back home now that I had answered natures call.

Whew!

Love,

Bogart

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