No Pile Left Behind

I simply must agree.

Love,

Bogart

Shrine to Cones

OH YES.

There it was - innocently sitting outside a building in Philadelphia -  A SHRINE TO MY BELOVED PINE CONES.  Was that a tear of joy in my eye, or just something stuck in my mad scientist eyebrow that was tickling me?

TEAR OF JOY

Love,

Bogart

Here, Tiger Tiger Tiger

A spiffy tiger print new treat bag, that is!  And yes, I needed one.  See the photo below as proof:

See the crappy plastic baggie on the left?   That's what mama usually uses to carry around my treats on our daily walkies.  I always hear about plastic not degrading, but can attest to the fact that when inside mama's hip bag and carried (and refilled, naturally) at least twice a day that the plastic does indeed slowly disappear.  Which is good - scientific in a definitely un-scientific-kind-of-way - but which necessitated our finding a new treat bag.  Mama got this one on Etsy - it's apparently supposed to be for baby treats (baby humans eat duck jerky and liver crackers?  who knew?) - so it's made with all sorts of nice materials that won't poison me.  Which I suppose is just fine.  Most important for me is that it's about the same size, so mama cannot skimp on the cookies.  And she likes the kitty print, so I guess we're all happy.

Love,

Bogart

Run Wild and Free Jupie

My heart is broken.  My dear Airegirl friend Jupie has passed away.

Longtime followers of my blog know Jupie well - along with Kermit and Robin (who has also sadly left us) - as either the Mareike-Dales or more affectionately, The Mobsties.  There was nothing - NOTHING - so good as going over to Mareike's house with my dad (damnit, who also has left us) to see my Dale buddies and run around Mareike's back yard.  Occasionally visit the Good Microbrew for some beer (dad's) or some cheeseburger (most of Mareike's).  Then coming back to Mareike's back yard so that dad could give us treats (or we could just take them by conveniently ripping a hole in his jacket or pants pocket - he was such a sucker for a Dale face).

Jupie was truly the Queen of the household - I remember that girl as being able to put all of us bigger boys in our place with just a look, not even a growl was required.  She was small, but mighty, and you wouldn't want to mess with Jupie.

We love, love, love her, and tonight when I look up into the sky to see the newest Airedale-shaped star I will be thinking about my buddy Mareike, and the fun times we all had and how much I miss all of that.  I miss my most-understanding pal Kermit (mama says that you and I have to stay healthy FOR A LONG TIME, ok?), and the ones who are missing from our happy group - Robin, Jupie, and Klaus.  I hope that somehow they're all having a beer and relaxing on a deck somewhere...

And some EXTRA SPECIAL SIZE Aire Kisses to you, my dear friend Mareike, from mama and me.  WE LOVE YOU

CHICKS WITH BEARDS RULE!!!

Love,

Bogart

Stick-ebana

Most days, this is what my front door looks like.  An assorted pile of sticks that I have brought home from my daily travels.  I like it this way - if I decide to take a stick with me it is waiting for me, and if I don't then I know exactly where I left them.

But today when I returned from my walkie, my front door looked like this:

Someone - I am informed that it was the cleaning crew who periodically clean and vacuum the hallways of my building - ARRANGED my sticks.  The nerve!  Some stranger was touching my sticks - I just cannot stand for such things.  So I immediately pulled one from it's boring symmetric arrangement and the entire pile all fell back in front of my door.

JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT

Love,

Bogart