It's Raining Burgers

Harumph... Shower Day. It was dark, gloomy, and relatively cold here in Los Angeles and for some crazy reason dad got it into his head that it would be a good day to bathe me (Again!!! It wasn't THAT long ago that I had my last bath!!! And I'm not even THAT stinky!!!). They kind of fooled me because usually when mom calls and tries to lead me into the shower I figure it out - and resist. But today I had no warning, there was no talking of baths, no arranging of shampoos.

Mom did take a video but then she decided that it looked EXACTLY like the one that she took the last time I had a bath (again - NOT THAT LONG AGO). So no video.

Needless to say I was a bit traumatized - and had to run around the apartment furiously to dry myself on any and everything I could find. Once I had done several Aire-laps, mom held out my current favorite toy - my stuffed rat - and it soothed me. I grasped the furry rat in my powerful jaws and could no longer feel the water on my skin and all was well.

Mom and dad began to pack up like they were going somewhere, and hey, if you're going out then I'm going with you! Especially now, you guys owe me! (I can still work the wet street urchin dog look when I'm just out of the shower). So yes, I got to go along, and we drove up to KC's house. Dad got out, I tried to get out too, but mom pulled me back. Hey? What's with that? I usually get to go with dad and run around in the backyard...

But mom had another plan. Since dad was going to be gone all day (for some strange reason that she wouldn't tell me) and mom had to do some errands in the car, she pulled into our local Jack in the Box. Oh yesssssss! I know what that means!!!! Junior Bacon Double Cheeseburger with no sauce for the young stud please! I tried to order myself but apparently my voice was rather loud and booming inside the headset of the poor drive through worker so I had to let mom order for me. That's ok I guess, she knows what to order for me.

And once again, the proper way to eat a burger:

Assume the position

Burger falls from sky, wrapper opens like placemat

Meat patty first

Then top bun

Then bottom bun

Time to go home to digest and fully Aire-dry...

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine

RIP Barbaro

Today Barbaro, that King of the Kentucky Derby, had to be euthanized after the complications got to be too much from his injury at last year's Preakness. Now I don't really follow horse racing but Barbaro really touched me... he was a horse with heart (not to mention, he was FAST).

Rest easy, big fella.

Love,

Bogart
To Aire is Divine

The Evildoer

Mom took a break from working to take me and dad out for a sandwich - at the Lovebirds Cafe in Pasadena (oh, like always) - and when we sat down at our table all of a sudden there was a huge noise that I felt obligated to investigate. I strained at my leash to get a better view and the noise happened again - even louder.

Too loud for this pooch - while the instinct to protect mom and dad was strong, that noise was a little too much.

It was coming from a big machine - a truck with a big bucket on it that had a guy inside who could work on the big pole right in front of the cafe - and it kept happening. I persuaded mom not to put any of that crazy music on this movie clip so you could all hear how loud and evil it was (and so I feel a little better about running to hide under the table).

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine

Pigeon Poop

This morning during my walk with dad around Echo Park lake, a pigeon pooped on me. I don't know if it was aiming for me (I can't recall doing anything bad to this particular pigeon in the past) or it was just a happy accident for the pigeon to actually make a direct hit... but I got pooped on. Dad wasn't pleased, so right after the walk we went over to KCs house (we've been watering their grass while Heidi was away) and I got an impromptu shower with the hose. Grrrr.... I hate the hose. It doesn't seem like a "real" bath and did I mention it's cold???

No photos because mom wasn't there but trust me - it's better that way.

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine

Drivin' Through

Today we were going to bring the Bogie Beetle in for service. Apparently the brakes need to be replaced (which from what I understand, is kind of important) so that means we're gonna drive over there and then I'm gonna have to walk home. Leaving the Bogie Beetle behind in the capable hands of Walter at Budget Auto Repair (THE BEST!!!!!).

So before this was going to happen, we had to do a few errands. In anticipation of a big walk, mom took me through the drive-thru at Jack in the Box - a first for me. She says that she doesn't want to get me all spoiled and hooked on junk food and that today we were just running out of time... okay mom, no explanation necessary! Just bring on the burger!

Rather than just go for a plain burger (which I've already had plenty of at Rally's) today I had my first junior bacon cheeseburger. As we drove up to the window I could smell it - yes, that pungent aroma of grilling burgers - and I hopped over mom to stick my head out of the window. I thought perhaps that I would help mom - she could pay the lady, I could take the bag with the burger - but she'd only let me wait until the lady opened the window and then I had to get back into my navigator's seat. Apparently there was no room for her to pass the money over with me standing on her lap, so I understood and sat down on my seat.

Ok so I went over the burger begging routine the other day so this won't be new to anyone...

Assume the position

Burger falls from sky

First eat patty (this time with tasty bacon and cheese)

Then bottom bun

Then top bun

Burger wrapper/placemat

Lick those chops and get ready to roll!

Works every time...

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine

The Sunday Adventures

Sunday seems to be a day of relative happiness for the humans - I don't recall a lot of chores being done, and most of the places we go are pretty fun. At first I thought we wouldn't be doing too much (because mom slept until 10:30 - well, after taking me out for my morning constitutional at 6:30), but I was mistaken.

On the way to the grocery store, mom got hungry. Seems she forgot to eat something before we left (did I mention she woke up at 10:30?) and we were conveniently passing Rally's so we made a U-turn (even though she gave me fair warning I still tossed around in the back seat of the Bogie Beetle) and suddenly we were at RALLY'S!

Now I'm here to give a little information to my fellow doggies. I've eaten many Rally burgers now, and have a little insight into proper Rally-Burger-Eating-Etiquette.

First, this is the proper burger begging position. No others will do. It works every time, without fail, and I cannot recommend it highly enough.

Next, wait for the burger to magically fall to the ground, opened, with it's wrapper a kind of placemat for you. It generally takes a few seconds for mom to snap off a few photos at this point, but basically once that burger makes landfall, it's YOURS.

Now this is important - use your nose to push off the top of the bun. Proceed to eat the meaty goodness in between, being sure not to mix meat patty and bottom bun together.

Once this is inhaled, eat bottom of bun (more meaty juices here than on the top of bun). You will notice that the texture of the bottom bun isn't nearly as satisfying as the meat patty was, even though it has some of that meaty taste. Ignore, and keep chewing. Finally, gobble down the top of the bun which has generally migrated to the farthest corner of your Rallyburger-wrap-placemat. This will have pretty much no taste, but I hear the fiber is good for something.

After this little diversion into burger heaven, we were back in the car and off to the supermarket. I led the way, as I often do, to the outdoor seating area where I could be admired with dad and mom could go in and buy whatever humans buy at supermarkets (other than dog and cat food, that is).

There was a Petco nearby, and we stopped in for a brief lookaround. I was fascinated because today they had a cat adoption area, and started barking loudly. The ladies with the cats first looked at me with disdain, but then mom explained that the reason I was barking was because I LOVE CATS and that we have 4 at home. This made her smile and all of a sudden I held the golden ticket to the cat cage area. I gave them all a good sniff and while I can't say that I made any new friends (except for one cat named Cowboy who at least gave me a good sniff before hissing) I had a blast. No pictures because mom had to hold me pretty tight because I was determined to see all of the kitties.

So once outside, she took a few shots in a more easy-going fashion. Definitely a fun day, I gotta go sleep now for a bit before my dinner arrives...

Love,

Bogart
To Aire is Divine

Shower Prison Blues

Ok, so I'm not the biggest fan of getting bathed. Whether it's indoors in the relative warmth of the shower stall with dad or outside being blasted with the hose, I just don't get it. The ladies seem to love me in all of my funkiness, yet the humans are not so pleased. I mean, I suppose that my fur was beginning to get a bit "crunchy" and all, and it does shine awfully nicely now that I've done the "Aire Dry"... but still. That does not make it ok for me to be dragged into the shower and forced to accept The Bucket.

Mom filmed the indignity today. I'm sure you dogs will see what I mean.

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine

Because it's MY sofa

This morning mom was clearing off the sofa (actually a daybed from IKEA) because she wanted to re-fluff all of the pillows. She keeps a LOT of pillows there, which both the kitties and I enjoy.

I wasn't sure exactly what she was planning, so the minute all of the pillows were off I leapt onto the sofa and claimed MY SPOT.

Not even when mom started to pile the pillows on top of me would I give up MY SPOT.

Now listen here mom, if you're planning on moving even ONE of those pillows away you just HAVE to let me know first. This is the place that I've been cuddling on for awhile now, and would prefer it not to be changed. I hope we understand each other.

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine

Sunday in the Backyard with Mareike

I was afraid that today was going to be another one of those lazy Sundays... you know the kind, where the humans become like beached whales on the couch, complain about how cold it is outside, and sit and eat a lot of soup.

How wrong I was!

Mom shuffled me into the car without explanation, and we went over to MAREIKE'S HOUSE!!!

There is no greater place in the world than here because I get to run around with my 3 Aire-buddies, Robin, Kermit & Jupie!!!

I immediately (and repeatedly) broke my New Years resolution about humping. Sorry but I just couldn't help myself...

Jupie is the only girl so she bore the brunt of my masculinity, but when she would register her displeasure I'd try out my moves on the boys as well.

While no one seemed really interested I persisted.

It just doesn't get any better than this (well ok, maybe if Jupie would really let me have a go at her) thanks so much Mareike for letting me come over and play!!!!! Nothing like getting together with a bunch of Dales to make this boy smile!

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine