Hello 2015

Well, hello 2015.  Looking forward to a year full of HEALTH (no more times at the emergency vet!), WEALTH (more money for cookies), and HAPPINESS (more time running in the park, exploring, and eating crap I'm not not supposed to off of the street with mama!).

Love,

Bogart

Poodle Legs

Having to go to the hospital stinks. Especially when something out of the ordinary happens.

Tuesday night, mama came home to see me unable to walk.  I tried to run to see her at the door, but couldn't really stand.  It was really scary for both of us!!!  So immediately we went off to see the fine folks at Penn Veterinary Hospital's emergency clinic to see what was up.

Right now they think I may have had a seizure or a vascular event.  We're waiting to find out more, but luckily since then I haven't had any issues.

Except for one.  I DIDN'T SIGN ON FOR THIS NEW HAIRE-DO.

Now, no disrespect to poodles everywhere, but damn I'm an Airedale Terrier and a proud one at that.  We're just not supposed to have breaks in the manly fuzz like this.

It's OK.  You don't have to pretend.  I know it looks silly.

I mean, you don't have to spare my feelings or anything, give it to me straight.

Yep.  It just ain't right.  Now mama has been thinking of ways to do a little creative cover-up until I have some time to grow some of it back.

So far she's thought about cutting up some old socks...

And someone else suggested those stretchy, 70s-era wrist sweatbands (of course I would need a matching headband).

I'm not really a fan of any of these, but then again, I don't want to freeze my tootsies off either, especially during those chilly morning walkies.  We shall see.

OK, all of you back there in the peanut gallery, let he who has never had a bad haircut or funky perm throw the first stone...

Oh, I'm so not a fan.

 

Love,

Bogart

Every Little Things... Gonna Be Alright

A great way to start off a brisk Sunday is to head to the park, find some sticks, then watch as some treats magically fall from mama's bag.

I'm sorry that I haven't written regularly in awhile, a lot has been going on. Without opposable thumbs, there isn't much I can do other than chastise mama for her laziness. But not too much, I don't want to stop that treat train.

Love,
Bogart

Bogart's Kimpton Quest

Bogart Handsome Devil has entered himself in a Kimpton Hotel contest to win himself some sweet swag! Please consider voting for us (Bogart's tummy thanks you in advance):

http://www.kimptonhotels.com/services/pet-photo-contest/gallery.aspx

Love,

Bogart

King of Beasts

This fantastic lion, king of the jungle, was sitting in front of a building here in NW Portland, waiting for me.

At first I thought I'd just hop up to where he was, but he was up pretty high. So I had to stop and think for a moment. I looked around and realized that I was right next to a flight of stairs that were right next to his greatness. So I got right on that.

Hello my friend...

King of Terriers meets King of the Beasts

See how small he looks next to me? He just cannot handle being in the presence of a true King.

You are indeed awesome my friend, and I am pleased to be in your concrete-company.

Oh yeah. King of Terriers... out!

Love,

Bogart

Bedhead

Overcast days make me want to CUDDLE. I don't care if I get bed-head, you know, where your fuzz goes all crazy because you've been lying on your back with your legs up in the air. I am in the mood for a good, long cuddle.

Oh, but who will cuddle with me?

When mama isn't around, I cuddle up with a cat or two and snuggle with dad - we sleep with his little box next to us, little Airedale stuffy guarding him from any and all bad things.

But when mama is around - SHE CANNOT RESIST ME WHEN I WANT A CUDDLE

RESISTANCE IS FUTILE - YOU WILL CUDDLE WITH ME

Cuddle urges satisfied, time to go outside and get cold and windblown so that we can come back and cuddle some more. Find some foliage...

And call nature back.

Love,

Bogart