Duck for Dinner

Some days you've just gotta take the wheel.

When your mama isn't walking fast enough, and you smell something important, GRAB THE WHEEL

And if you see geese - GO GET 'EM

Geese are tasty.  Their poop is wonderful.  You probably won't catch 'em, but it's worth a shot.

We can't win 'em all, or catch all of the tasty birds that fly tantalizingly in front of us.  Sometimes you have to improvise.

Come closer, my goose and duck friends.  I'M NOT GONNA HURT YOU (ok, I plan to eat you)

No need to go home empty-handed.  I wasn't in the mood for fowl anyway.

Tasty and satisfying.  And it doesn't try to fly away while I am chomping.  Kind of wonderful.

Don't anybody try to muscle in on my stick territory - I worked HARD for that fine stick, it's MINE!

Love,

Bogart

Stop and Smell Everything

Finally... a slogan that I can fully get behind.

We should all take a few moments out of our busy day, every day, during every walkie, to stop and smell EVERYTHING.  This has always been my philosophy.  There is no better way to get to know your surroundings, who's doing what (and where), than this. 

So go out today and SMELL EVERYTHING

You're welcome, fellow doggies.

Love,

Bogart

Gimme That Cookie

A boy has to do what a boy has to do.

In the name of all that is holy (cookies), I interrupt this regularly-scheduled walkie to let you know mama that I need a cookie now.

Oh come on - who are you kidding? I know that you have cookies in those giant pockets of yours. Every day you pack my tiger bag full of delicious morsels of happiness. Why would today be any different?

Ok, this is getting real. GIMME COOKIES

Ok, you leave me no choice. Lemme look around to see if anyone will witness this.

That's it - I'M GOIN' IN. Knocking you down mama, taking what is rightfully mine (and really, who else is going to eat 'em?)...

Yes, I suppose it's a good thing that I'm cute. And really strong. Because I get to knock you down in the middle of the street, steal cookies, and you're still smiling.

We make a fine team, and I'm not ashamed to show you how much I love you mama, even in the middle of the street.

Partners in crime, yessiree, that's what we are. Don't worry mama, I'm the only one who gets to knock you down! Oh, and thanks for the cookies, that hit the spot.

Love,

Bogart

Non Blizz-aire-d

Geez. The humans were so upset about a storm that was supposed to dump feet of snow here in Philadelphia - um, no.

The winds, did however bring down a LOT of tasty sticks. For which I am grateful.

Stick after stick after stick, getting in my jumping practice as well as perfectly my eagle eye.

Nothing can break my laser-like focus, the direct trajectory that I calculate from the ground up to that tasty stick.

Heading directly for it, grasping it in my mighty jaws, nothing else exists...

Well, HELLO BEAUTIFUL

Love,

Bogart

Snow Beard

Not just everyone can sport such a fine snow beard.

You have to start with a fine beard.  Years of growth.  Layers of previous goodness.

Then just go for it.  Stick that snout into the first snow drift that you see.

Show off your fine profile...

And own it - own that snow beard.  Wear it loud, and wear it proud!

Love,

Bogart

Mac and Cheesy

Well, I DO love cheese.  And mama has been known to burn a mean mac-and-cheese dinner at times.  So I must approach with caution.

For Your Safety, Please Do Not Climb on the Big Noodle Sculpture.  Hm.

What do you think, mama?  Should I go for it?

I wanna.  I really, really wanna.  Scale the noodle mountain.  But then again, I imagine that it is as slippery as the real thing, so perhaps it's not such a great idea.  Ah well.  I still do love it.

Love,

Bogart

Bogart vs. Psy - GANGNAM STYLE

Oh yeah, I get in on the action - check me out, GANGNAM STYLE

Love,

Bogart

Sandy, Sandy, Sandy

Oh, Sandy.   You scared all but the mightiest away here in Center City.

But I am intrepid, if nothing else.  Perhaps a little swashbuckling.  Aw hell, I just really like to poop in the park and do not mind getting wet, so LETS GO

I thought I would swing by my usual hangouts, but horror of horrors, THE DOG STORE IS CLOSED

Sandy, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?

I come here almost every day for a treat and some window shopping.  They are really nice to me and know me by name.  But today, this.

Really, Sandy?  Such an indignity?  HOW COULD YOU?

STAY SAFE EVERYONE!

Love,

Bogart

Wood-n't You Like To Know

Cool, right?

Caught my eye too - I haven't seen this before and I walk through here (that is, I poop here) on a semi-regular basis.  It's a new mural on the side of The Center for Art in Wood.  Quite intriguing...

I found myself wanting to check out all of the objects that I could see, and would normally want to chomp on, but was unable to.  And I approve of the black-and-tan color scheme.

Something like this - now, it should be available for chomping.  But no.  It just sits there, taunting me.  Looks like a dog toy and everything.  And lets not forget that STICKS ARE MADE FROM WOOD, so I know of what I speak.

Love,

Bogart

Austrian Airedale Pride

I was very inspired by the supersonic skydive of Felix Baumgartner today. Many of you may remember that my dad was from Austria so today I was wearing my AUSTRIA t-shirt.

You've gotta love crazy Felix, or at least give him respect. THAT WAS SUPER BADASS

Woo-hoo! GO AUSTRIA!

Love,

Bogart