Touring NE Portland

Chores to be done... nose to the grindstone (or to the sidewalk, as it were). Time to walk our butts off and head over to the east side. It's always such a choice because there are so many bridges here in Portland. Today we'll be heading to NE Portland, so off onto the Broadway Bridge it is...

I do occasionally look over the side to see what's going on below me. I'm not technically afraid of heights, but lets just say that I don't get too close.

Notice the shadows. A few more of those occasional moments of sunshine today!

I spotted this on the other side of the bridge. Is it a map of the area? A treasure map of pirates booty?

Nope - the only booty around here is mine, apparently!

Look - it's Stonehenge (on top of Woodhenge, apparently)

Whenever we walk up NE Broadway, I force mama to cross the street so we can go to this store. I love to sniff EVERYTHING here, and they always bust out the good treats.

Ok, I ask you - HOW COOL IS THIS:

Yes, it is a tiger-shaped scratching post made of corrugated cardboard. My kitties would LOVE this. Year of the Tiger is coming up and this would look FABULOUS in our place. And yet - the kitties would destroy this almost immediately, it wouldn't have the chance to look super cool for super long.

Oh well - I know another pine cone spot (yes, I know ALL of the pine cone spots in Portland):

Mama throws them...

And I catch them!

Notice the advanced techniques:

Lots of twisty-turn-y action:

And some major power vaulting:

And of course, since we were in the area (yet again), I lead mama to Laurelhurst Park. She thinks she'll get to sit for a bit, but I always have other ideas.

And today we had the biggest surprise - this fine Aireboy is named Silas, and not only is he incredibly handsome he is also incredibly big - he is 100 pounds! I'm only about 65, and I felt so small next to him...

He has all of the Aire traits and extra personality to go with his extra-ness...

And the biggest, juiciest schnoz I've ever seen. A gigantic black button.

Silas I loved meeting you and hope to see you again - this was the only time in my life that I felt like a WELSH TERRIER

Mama you can go and just leave me here. This is what my idea of heaven is:

Juicy cones. Mine Mine Mine.

So today started out as a simple have-a-few-chores-to-do kind of day, yet turned into another one of those 5 hour marathon walkie days. We were almost home and I needed a little time to catch my breath and relax the paws. You might find a nice little cafe, or a bench perhaps, but I thought this was the bees knees:

A big patch of ivy. It cradled me in it's ever-so-slightly prickly bosom.

And whenever someone would walk past, I'd make this face:

After a few minutes of relaxation, I realized that I was disappearing into the ivy. I guess it's time to finish up the walk home and collapse there on my tiger blankie.

Love,

Bogart

Semi-Sunny Saturday

While everyday it threatens to rain at least a little bit, we do have those days where it threatens to be sunny for a little bit.

It's funny how few people are out on the streets on these semi-rain-y days. It's like they all don't have semi-waterproof coats like I do. And they decide to stay inside. More room on the street for me!

Oh, how I wanted to climb into this large machine and ride it triumphantly down the street, ears flapping in the slightly rainy breeze. Alas I could not find the keys and mama said no hot-wiring, so we walked on.

Ah, Couch Park. One of my favorite cone-hunting spots. Except for this time of year. It's now a mostly-cone-free place. Is it because of all of the rain? Maybe. Is it just not pine cone time? Oh come on. It's ALWAYS pine cone time!

None up top, none on the ground. So strange.

I may have to make do with a tasty stick since there are no cones. I WILL find a cone next time.

Love,

Bogart

The Gruesome Twosome

Me and mama - The Gruesome Twosome:

Do we always get the perfect shot the first time? Well.... nope. In fact, we don't even get the perfect shot the 25th time. There are some challenges inherent in taking a photo by holding the camera away from you, posing, and then hoping against hope that you are both in frame. Especially when one of us is an AIREDALE...

Sometimes with a little bribery (like a juicy stick) we may be looking in close to the same direction...

And sometimes funny angles can yield great results...

But then your mama will want to get in the act (she thinks she's such a comedian sometimes)...

I still love her more than anything, no matter what. Best buddies in the world...

But I do want that stick. All to myself, please.

Just keep shooting mama, you never know when I will do something adorable...

Or something outrageous...

Or you will capture a perfect moment (where I give you a razzberry).

The point is, WE ARE A TEAM, and neither one of us could do any of this without the other.

Although sometimes I think I do the lion's share of the work...

And drag her along behind me...

She's not only my mama, but my BESTEST FRIEND and, well, without those opposable thumbs this blog would be far less interesting.

Love,

Bogart

The Big Shiny Yellow Thing in the Sky

THE SUN IS OUT! THE SUN IS OUT!

OMG, I can see my shadow you guys! And when it's sunny outside, more doggies get to go out for longer walkies, which naturally means MORE PEE MAIL

Hehehe

It also makes it much easier to pick up tasty sticks.

And speak of other doggies... it's Woody!

Woody is a great pal - he and I run around in circles in full terrier mode.

I even let him get in a sniff or two from time to time. I'm not usually that generous. But Woody is a pal...

Lovin' the sun and the company... lets spend your ENTIRE lunch hour here, ok mama?

Love,

Bogart