Grab the World by the Stick

You spin me right round, baby right round... 

In your quest to make me move along during the morning walkie, you have foolishly fallen into my trap of CUTENESS.

Nice try mama, but you are out of your league here.

I will turn up my charm to 11 if necessary.

Are you sure that your heart can take all of this?

Yeah, I know.  It's not fair.  But I won't hurt ya mama.  Just turn it up enough to get my way.

Mission Accomplished.

Love,

Bogart

Oh Ricki, You're So Fine

You're so fine you blow my mind, HEY RICKY!

You make me all wiggly whenever I see you pretty Airegirl!

Not only are you beautiful, but damn if you don't SMELL AWFULLY GOOD

Yes, I will follow you anywhere.  All around the park.  Up and down streets large and small.

Yup, you make me feel like a real Aireboy.  Manly, muscle-y, and musky.  We really must see more of each other!

A kiss until next time...

Love,

Bogart

Tree... DOWN

Gee, I knew that it was a pretty wild storm that raced through Philly last night - the rain started late and was so loud I was barking at the window - but I didn't know it was THIS wild!

That's a big tree, well it was a big tree.  It looks like a lightning strike that took down this huge branch.  Sad for the tree, kind of fun for me.  LOTS of great smells here, and a fantastic place to be the first one to pee!  WOO-HOO!

Love,

Bogart

Water-y Goodness

Damn, it's hot here.  This humidity thing is kicking my butt.  This summer is my first real, full summer full 'o humidity and honestly, I don't like it much.  Never thought I'd say it, but thank goodness for my aire conditioner, my own personal fans in each room, and a shady, cool spot in the grass.

We do try to explore a lot - you know, taking side streets, walking on both sides of the street, different routes back and forth to my parks.  And so we've seen a lot of interesting things.  But sometimes we miss something - something so very important and amazing that we wonder if we actually have eyes.

This dog and horse water fountain is right outside of Washington Square park.  We come here every single day.  And until today we NEVER EVEN SAW IT.

I wish I could say that it was hidden, out of sight, or disguised as something else, but no.  It's right out in the open and both mama and I didn't see it.  And it's DELISH...

Now that I know it's here we will visit on a regular basis.  And it's good to know that when my personal stash of water runs out during a long walkie (mama always carries a bottle of water for me on every walkie) that there is cold, tasty water available for me.  Thanks again, Philadelphia!

Love,

Bogart

The Shit Sucker

Mama told me a great story today during the evening walkie.  Many years ago in Europe, she and dad saw one of these on the street:

Dad, in his normal fashion, called it a "shit sucker".  Mama calls that a "Klaus-ism", which is an interesting way to describe something that, while it makes perfect sense, is nothing that a native English speaker would ever come up with on their own.

And she hasn't seen one of them since.  So today, with some trepidation, I bring to you - THE SHIT SUCKER:

I do not trust ye olde shit sucker.  Curious about it, why yes I am.  But not curious enough to get close.

Love,

Bogart

Paying Respect

Doing my part.  We visited our local eternal flame - conveniently located right in my park - to pay our respects today.  Happy Memorial Day to all...

Love,

Bogart

C is for Cookie

Everyone enjoys a snack.  These birds and pigeons are partaking of a large loaf (kind of lazy way to feed the pigeons, my human friends, just hurling a loaf of bread into a park).  And they were indeed enjoying it until I came along. 

Not very tasty.  But I know where to find something better.

There is a restaurant in my neighborhood that puts out both a bowl of doggie water and a bowl with doggie cookies in it.  They're just the basic milk bone variety, but they are BIG ones.  That gets major extra points in my book.

So what you do is pretend that you're going to go into the restaurant, remember that you are a dog, put your head down and scarf up a bone-o.  Then head off to your favorite park.

You want to keep the pace up - not quite a full-on run, that would be too noticeable, but a trot at a good clip so that the bone doesn't begin to disintegrate in your mouth before you have a chance for a good flop onto the grass.

Like this.

Again, it doesn't matter that these treats aren't fancy or aren't my favorite.  They are FREE and working out how to best snag one has been fun for me.  Time to flop out on the grass and CHOMP

The sun is shining, the grass is cool, and the bone is delish.  Never a bad way to do the evening walkie.

It's good to be smart AND handsome.

Love,

Bogart

Spring... What Spring?

It appears that we will be skipping the spring season here in Philadelphia - the sun has come roaring out and IT'S HOT

So what's a fuzzy boy to do?  Shorten the walkie a bit, have mama carry a bottle of water for me, and do some fine relaxation exercises in the park.

I find that I can relax better, concentrate deeper, when I find pieces of random tennis balls.  Don't you?

I'm willing to work a bit to find them - this one was actually buried - and mama was truly impressed with my mad anthropological-dig skills.

See?

Yeah, it's hot outside.  Mama dressed wrong, and I still have too much fuzz for 80 degrees.  Oh but wait, I HAVE AN IDEA

The fountain in Washington Square Park is off-limits to swimming and dogs.  Except that it hasn't actually begun working for the season yet.  And there just happens to be some water inside from the recent rains...

Yeah, I'm going for it.  You can't stop me.  Even just a little refreshing water on my paws is helping.

And bonus - it's full of sticks!  WINNING

Love,

Bogart

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