Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all of the dog and cat mama's out there!

And don't forget to give your mama an extra smooch today (they LOVE that)

Love,
Bogart

Mama and Me

We make a DAMN FINE team.  Show your mama some lovin' today!

Love,

Bogart

A Long Walk Off a Short Pier

 

WHAT?  You mean you missed my photos of the last time I was at the Race Street Pier with mama?

Well, lets fix that with some new ones, shall we?

I must say, this fine pier is always empty when mama and I come around (it can't be me, it must be her magnetic personality - repelling people obviously) - ok, it's probably because we usually come here during the week or just before most people are getting out of work.  No complaints from me!

I'm feeling really protective of mama these days.  I mean, I know I make fun of her a lot (sometimes it's just too easy) but we are a damn fine team.

 

Who else is foolish enough to fall for my insistence on midday walkies any time that she isn't working a full day?  You really don't know the work involved in convincing her that staying home is BAD.

But yeah, I've got it pretty good.

I protect her, she protects me.

Sometimes she could be a little quicker with the camera...

But then again, butt shots are always good.

Especially staring-off-into-the-distance-majestically butt shots.

Every day I give her my super patented Million Kisses.

I take this damn seriously.  That woman NEEDS kisses.  Do you see how tiny her head is?

 

Those kisses make us both smile.  I get some "chin action" (major rubbing of my full, leonine beard and neck) and she gets a face full of Bogie.

Damn.  More pictures.  More modeling.  This does get old sometimes, mama.

But wait... what's that?

Is investigation required?

Nah.  Not important enough to interrupt our photo shoot.  And no other doggies involved, so I'm not really interested.

I am, however, still extremely handsome.  Whaddaya think, a new poster for the Ben Franklin Bridge?

Wow.  All of this posing and NO COOKIES SO FAR.  You must rectify this situation mama.  NOW

 

Ah... love is restored.

Love,

Bogart

Ah, the Golden Hour approaches, and we are going to be in the right place at the right time for some superb Dale photography...

This is the new Race St. Pier here in Philadelphia. What was once a crappy old pier is now an urban park with super-cool vistas.

So come along with me - I've got a nice big stick for us - and lets explore!

On my left is the Ben Franklin Bridge. Busy, noisy, but damn it looks cool from this vantage point.

Lots of trees = good. Not being allowed to pee on said trees - not as good. But fine. I have a stick to distract me.

Yes this is a civilized urban park, and doggies are allowed. Even off of the end of the pier...

All the better to pose majestically, my dear.

And stare wistfully off into the distance toward beautiful Camden, New Jersey.

With no people around, the opportunities for Airedmiration were few. Not that I didn't try.

YOU LOOKIN' AT ME?

Really, all of this posing is getting a bit silly mama. Although I am thoroughly enjoying barking in a spot where my mighty bark reverberates like crazy. I think even the folks on the trains above me can hear.

Handsome, eh?

Yeah, I'll toss out a few model-esque poses for you.

And one with my ear fuzz whipping in the wind.

So this si where I'm going to briefly explain the lovely golden tones in my yes normally quite dark tan fuzz but today even especially so. This is the "golden hour", the last hour of sunlight, a time when the sun makes me look especially tall, dark, and handsome.

Not that I have the patience to deal with this - being a model is ridiculously hard work, after all - but there it is.

Really, mama? STILL HERE? Still laying on your back taking photos of me?

Ok, one final truly majestic one:

I am quickly losing patience with you, mama. See that train? I'm gonna let loose a howl that will wake 'em all up if we don't move on soon.

Fishing? Really? You humans are funny.

But see how the quality of light has changed dramatically in only a few minutes?

Not that the quality of DALE has diminished, nor has the quality of this fine stick.

I like the Pier. It's cool. And dog-friendly. We shall return.

Love,

Bogart