Saturday Morning Stickebana

A work of art, indeed.

Love,

Bogart

Three Happy Words

Idiopathic Vestibular Episode. The lovely neurologist at Penn Vet examined Bogart today and didn’t find evidence of anything more serious. In other words, we don’t know what it is, what caused it, or if it will happen again. But she doesn’t think it’s a brain tumor or anything horrible, and didn’t recommend going forward with an MRI at this time. WHEW!

Love,

Lulu & Bogart

At the Emergency Vet... Again

Just returned from the emergency vet.  I had another neurological episode where I was having trouble walking. Still not sure what’s going on (I had a much bigger one last November), we’re scheduling a neurology visit this week to figure out the next steps.

Of course afterwards I walked out, shit like a champ, and hopped into the Zipcar like a boss.  MAMA SAYS, STOP SCARING ME BOGART

Love,

Bogart

Getting Up in the World

It was time.

Time for a raised feeder.  A tall boy needs a tall feeder.  I’m not a huge gulper, nor do I eat super quickly, so that wasn’t the impetus to purchase this fine feeder.  No, it was just that I looked like a giraffe trying to eat Skittles whenever I would have to bend all of the way down to the floor to eat.  And that’s not a good look.

I enjoy my new feeder.  Much comfier.  Still giraffe, less Skittles.

Love,

Bogart

Haire Cuttery

While I prefer the wild-and-wooly-wildman look, some times things just have to be done.  DAMN YOU HEAT OF SUMMER.  As you may recall, I am not a huge fan of the clippers and will let no other humans touch me other than mama, so hairecuts are a very interesting time.  I usually allow mama a few precious moments with her safety scissors so she has to think quick, and cut quicker.

Today I allowed a little trim on my face and neck.  

Admittedly I do feel a little cooler, and think I look handsome.  But don’t tell her that.

Love,

Bogart

Miss You, Dad

Hey Dad, wherever you are, me and mama miss you.  Hasn’t been the same since you passed away 6 years ago.  But we’re a DAMN FINE TEAM, and I’m doing the very best I can to take care of crazy mama.  Just to let you know on your birthday that I’M THE MAN OF THE HOUSE and I’m doing almost as good of a job as you did.

Still miss you like crazy.

Love,

Bogart

Morning Raspberry

 

Yep.  MORNINGS

Love,

Bogart

Stickebana

I am a creative sort.  A dreamer.  A dog who revels in the natural world, the seasons, and sticks at every opportunity.  Luckily mama understands my nature and encourages me to constantly improve my stick-arranging-talent.  So each day, we leave our apartment with two or three sticks to start.

Sometimes I add to the arrangement, other times I leave a sub-standard stick behind.  But I always aim for an artful carry of my sticks in what I’m calling “Stickebana”.  See how I clearly have 3 sticks in my mouth, yet you can only see 2 sticking out on one side?

THAT’S (my) ART, KIDS.

Love,

Bogart

Movin' on Up

Why yes, I do know that it's been some time since I properly updated my blog.  Thank you for noticing.

I suppose that I didn't realize how heavily I relied on mama and her opposable thumbs to keep the world updated to my adventures.  We've had a rough year.  I had all of my medical issues.  She's been depressed.  And she's been trying not to let her being depressed make me depressed.  But it's tough - we're an attached-at-the-fuzzy-hip kind of team - so whenever one of us it out of it, so too is the other.

I am pleased as punch to announce that we will be picking up roots once again (OK, I'm not thrilled about moving but am thrilled about new possibilities for sticks) and moving this July to Pittsburgh!  So for those keeping track, I was born in Virginia, flew to Los Angeles, drove to Portland, Oregon, drove to Philadelphia, now it's on to Pittsburgh.  We are hoping that a change of place may help bring on a change of attitude, still on the east coast and still near plenty of sticks.

So hang on for the ride, will ya?  I promise to be here more often, sticks in mouth, and Airetitude turned up to 11. 

Love,
Bogart

Daddy Hannibal Update

Just a quick update to let you all know that my dad Hannibal made it through his surgery and is doing well!  Of course he's supposed to be resting now, but like the fine Airedale that he is, he's already trying to chase cats and use those big, brown eyes to manipulate everyone in sight.  I cannot tell you how happy I am to hear that he's made it through such a dangerous situation (stomach torsion is no joke, and it's usually fatal).

I am proud to be from such fine stock.  I can see such a family resemblance!

Big kisses to you Dad - LOVE YOU!

Love,

Bogart