Running with the dales! It’s my favorite time of the week, getting to play with my 3 Airedale friends at the dog park!
Love,
Bogart
Bogart
I am Bogart Handsome Devil, Airedale Terrier and dog-about-town. I'm growing up in front of the entire world here on my blog... sharing my world with crazy cats and my mama Lulu. The King of Terriers is in da house!
Bogart and I have been working non-stop to develop his new website - he felt that this blog, while nice, was lacking a certain "something".
Today started with another visit to the dog park...
It wasn't nearly as boiling hot as it has been lately - all that dust spoiling my spiffy Airedale puppy pelt - today it was cold and dark. Lots of mud around the dog park, and a distinct smell of poop.
This is what I call the "timeout" place - whenever things get too intense, or the chasing and biting gets too serious, all the dogs know that they just have to run over to the bench (either hide under the table or jump up onto it, depending on your size) and it's an automatic timeout. Chasing must stop, biting must cease, general calmness must prevail.
Today I am officially 6 months old.




Mom seems to think that this "mini-birthday" a big deal, for me I just mainly feel happy. A little sore as my bones seem to grow a few inches every single day, but I'm starting to catch up with my paws.
Love,
Today I was in an impish mood.
I got to run in the doggie park again this morning - yeah! - mornings are really great, all of the doggies and the people are really nice. I think I have mom and dad convinced that this is the best time to take me there on a regular basis (even tho it's really hard for mom to wake up - I've found the 2 paws to the chest and enthusiastic face-licking technique works best).
(welcoming the newcomers - all at once is very important)
(who to play with - seems to be a good thing to know)
(mom being taught the proper way to worship the Airedale)
OK mom and dad, do you remember how it felt to be growing? I'm just about 6 months old now, and I'm s-t-i-l-l g-r-o-w-i-n-g. A lot. Fast. First up, then out. And yes, it kinda hurts!
(Franklin, the Weimaraner-Poodle mix I told you about)
(That's Dante, he's an old boy who is really sick, but the nice people took him in so he could be happy in his last days - he's a very cool doggie)


(that's Miso, she's the boss of the dog park!)
The "more walking" time later this afternoon:
Another fun morning at the dog park with dad...
Today I got to play with a doggie that I've never heard of - a Weimaraner and Poodle mix named Franklin. It's hard to tell in the pictures, but he's got the coolest areas with little tufts of poodle fur! But he looks like a Weimaraner!
Dad was talking with Franklin's owner and found out that he got Franklin from a breeder - because some people are allergic to dog fur (imagine that...) and that this particular mix was really good for people with allergies! Who knew?
I just know that I'm a happy, semi-stinky Airedale and I love it. Running with the dogs today was fun, we had a good time while the humans amused themselves with talking.