New Times in Old City

Ice, Ice, Baby... (dum dum dum dum da da dum dum)

I was first attracted to the leaking bags because, well, anything leaking on the street gets my attention.  But.. just bags of ice.  A bunch of humans seemed to be planning some sort of party to which I apparently wasn't invited.  Silly fools, don't you know that I BRING THE PARTY...

Anyway...

Spring has sprung here in Old City, the sun is out and people are smiling.  LOTS of Airedmiration going on today.  Many visitors walking around with maps, looking up just in time to see my fuzzy mug and smile.

Ah, another dog store.  I can sniff 'em out pretty much anywhere.

BONeJOUR to you too!

I wanted to go inside - mama insisted that she didn't have her wallet, and since I didn't have mine either (still working on generating some cash myself), I just left a message.

Springtime brings out flags...

And the grass is beginning to get green again.

But wait... there seems to be a large number of people in MY park.  More than usual.  Must investigate.

Notice the technique - sneaking up on them, whistling (if I could whistle), looking around as though I'm just part of the background.

Apparently we'd missed the main thrust of the day - there was a gigantic pillow fight today in Washington Square Park.  You crazy humans...

I too engage in some fine pillow fighting when I need to wrassle it away from mama in the middle of the night or correct a cat who has somehow found themselves sleeping on my bed.  But in public?  I think not.

Well, well, well... HUBBA HUBBA!  This fine wire fox gal is named Minx, and what a cutie pie she is!

She's got fine terrier spirit and adorable ears.  I like that in a girl.

Big kisses to ya Miss Minxie - hope we can do some more sniffin' soon!

Love,

Bogart

Rose-y Nose-y

Preparations are well under-way for the Portland Rose Festival coming up next week:

It looks like it's going to have all sorts of rides, events, and things for the humans to make themselves sick on.

I am not much for these sorts of things, they're usually really crowded and have lots of little children screaming.

I understand the appeal of the shiny, light-up things, but not of being thrown around and around right after eating greasy carnival food.

And of course, dogs don't like to fly (unless it's straight up in the air after a tasty pine cone, or I hear that frisbees also can induce some canine aire-time)...

One of these days we have to walk over the Steel Bridge - it's the coolest looking one here, but it's never been open for walkers whenever we've wanted to walk across. It's raining today, so maybe next weekend...

Your intrepid Rose Festival report - completed. More to come when it's actually in full swing!

Love,

Bogart

Just Darling

American Darling Valve...

American Darling Dale...

What happens to our darling friend Melon Man after a week or so in the Portland rain...

Love,

Bogart

Peekaboo

Now you see pigeons...

Now you see Airedale paws (oh, and flying pigeons).

No pigeons were harmed permanently (well, maybe mentally) in the making of today's blog post.

Love,

Bogart

Outdoor Aire-t

You all know what an aficionado I am of outdoor art... I see it and I have to investigate. This pink concrete chair is just outside the building we live in, I see it all the time, but it has only recently become Pepto Bismol pink. I must check this out.

Hm. What do I have that's pink? Something that will complement the pink of the art chair?

And the traditional "looking magnificent" pose...

Mama always says that I am a work of art - and I intend to prove her right at every opportunity. Look out public art!!!

Love,

Bogart

Rainbows, Unicorns, and Sprinkles

Behold - a rainbow over the Pearl District...

And it is raining, nay, sprinkling (the real rain is obviously still working it's way into town)...

And ok, so he's not a unicorn - he's a tiny doggie in a car - but he was hilarious and made me both curious and laugh out loud (kind of like if a unicorn was locked in a car on a street in NW Portland).

He was barking his little head off but you couldn't hear a thing. The only reason we noticed him at all was because he was jumping straight up and down on the passenger seat - you couldn't help but see his energy - and when you got up close you could hear that he really was making a sound - but just a few feet away, nothin'. Just imagine him with a single horn growing out of his cute little head and bingo - rainbows, unicorns, and sprinkles. A full day here in Portland.

Love,

Bogart

Captain Wetbeard Strikes Again!

It's one of "those days" in Portland - sunny for a short time, rainy for a short time, sunny for a short time, hailing for a short time. Even some thunder that freaked me out and caused me to jump off of the bed, barking at my imaginary foe.

Sometimes even street to street you can have rain or sun. Do I need a raincoat? Can I go au naturel?

Since I'm probably about to get wet anyway, might as well freshen up the beard.

See? They fixed the William Wegman fountain so now the water level is nice and high. Much appreciated, City of Portland!

The water is also nice and fresh today, so I think I'll have a bit more.

You know, get in a nice thorough beard wash in addition to a tasty beverage. Multi-tasking at it's finest!

Notice how the beard is getting slightly washed. A little bit wet as I survey the landscape in a majestic fashion. Manly, eh?

Every once in awhile I see the police horses and mama has to hold me back - I am both excited and completely freaked out by these much-larger-than-me animals. I cannot resist their smell and of course their very fine poop (dad used to call it "camembert", and he and mama would take turns trying to keep me from eating it fresh from the tap as it were). I don't know what I would actually do if one of them even noticed me, but I do think about the possibility.

For now, it's starting to rain again so we'll be heading home. Another time noble beasts! Ride on!!!

Love,

Bogart

Woop Woop

Laurelhurst Park... I know that we come here often, but I need to tell you how much I love you. We actually walk for almost 2 hours each time just to get here, and then another 2 hours before we are home. I really, really love coming here.

Worth the walk if you ask me.

Of course it doesn't hurt that there are pine cones 'a plenty everywhere.

In fact, I've already found a few. These are smaller than the ones in my neighborhood, all the better to fit more into my mouth.

Playing with the cones is great fun of course, but it also buys me a few precious minutes of rest. When I want it. Mama and I seem to never want to rest at the same times during these marathon walkies...

But I'm cuter so I usually win!

I mean, I let her win sometimes, but I don't want to spoil her...

We all need a tasty beverage every once in awhile. Today I shall consume almost a liter of water during this walkie! From my own cup, of course.

There are also sticks 'a plenty here at Laurelhurst Park. Mama says it's all the better to distract me from the no-leash area where I'm not allowed to go (apparently I don't come back when I'm called if I'm off lead... oh well, we can't be perfect)...

Sticks and Cones and Springtime = THIS TONGUE

The pond is still green with an algae bloom, and today seemed to be a day for duck-love. We watched several duck boys fighting it out for the best duck girlies, and also several who seem to have already found their partners...

On the way home, we spotted yet another "only in Portland" things. This one in a tree on a street near the park.

Aw... what a cool sign! And those plastic carrots are filled with dog bones!!!

Thank you "the cats"!!! That really hit the spot.

And the big bowl of water wasn't too shabby either.

This was a very cool cat... up on a raised, ivy-covered area near this house... about 4 feet up. He came over, purring, wanting mama to give him a head scratch and I got so excited that I leaped up the 4 foot wall to say hello. Apparently this is the first time this has ever happened to him because he acted quite shocked - running away rather quickly. No worries my black furry friend, I really do love kitties and I promise that I suffered a bit when it came time to jump down (that ivy is pesky).

Mama - from across the street. Apparently she was just testing out the zoom on her camera. Seems to work!

Spunky Monkey - we almost stopped, just based on the name alone, but by this time we were tired and just wanted to get home. Another time, perhaps.

I am sure that this sentiment - scrawled onto an electrical box outside of a high school - means something. Something different to everyone who reads it. Something different to everyone who needs it. I know that I needed a little Woop Woop to get through the last 30 minutes of my walkie today, so thanks teenage vandal!

One last cool shot before we get home and crash - from the Broadway Bridge...

Love,

Bogart