An Apple a Day...

Keeps me running down the street a top speed because damn does it look like a rogue tennis ball...

Really.  Tell me that doesn't look like a tennis ball.  Doesn't taste like a tennis ball, but looks disarmingly like one.

And then I spotted THIS.  The apples are messing with me today...

Love,

Bogart

Sleepy B'Aire

I do not believe in doing anything uncomfortable.  Ever.  Especially after a hard days' worth of sleeping, walking, eating, and pooping.  This pup is pooped, and I believe that only a human-sized bed will do.

So I curl up on mama's covers, slide on up against the nice, soft pillows, and hunker down for a nice, little nap-ola.

It is difficult to sleep when your mama is constantly putting a camera in your face.

Fine.  Fire away mama.  I'll be asleep in minutes, anyway.  ON YOUR BED.  With all of your covers under me.

Love,

Bogart

Airedale Mission: Entirely Possible

Wanna do some good for Airedales needing rescue without spending a dime?  Without getting up off of the couch (or wherever you are presumably sitting whilst reading this)?  Well... The next round of voting has begun at The Animal Rescue Site and we've been very successful on the last few go-rounds at winning for Airedale rescue groups.

Your Mission - should you decide to accept it - is to click on each link to vote for Northwest Airedale Terrier Rescue in OR each and every day.

1 http://tinyurl.com/2b5na43
2 http://tinyurl.com/2c9vee8
3 http://tinyurl.com/24qlmxf
4 http://tinyurl.com/2a25t55
5 http://tinyurl.com/399lrqr
6 http://tinyurl.com/325mohh
7 http://tinyurl.com/3amdtlo
8 http://tinyurl.com/2vtjqa5
9 http://tinyurl.com/362m6e5
10 http://tinyurl.com/dlwdh5
11 http://tinyurl.com/27t9lt7
12 http://tinyurl.com/2dfskxq
13 http://tinyurl.com/25nxbfg
14 http://tinyurl.com/2fvryuu
15 http://tinyurl.com/2cncuyo
16 http://tinyurl.com/3q8r2lb
17 http://tinyurl.com/4yhgaa8
18 http://tinyurl.com/3s494tl
19 http://tinyurl.com/3dbhocz
20 http://tinyurl.com/3mhc8me
21 http://tinyurl.com/3v6uthu
22 http://tinyurl.com/43l95s7
23 http://tinyurl.com/3hyasqo

This blog will *not* self-destruct in five seconds.  Unless you don't click on at least one of the links.  Then it might.  But it won't.  Because you are cool - obviously, you read an Airedale blog everyday - and I know there will be some clicking happening.  So go on, SPREAD THE COOLNESS.

Love,

Bogart

I'm on the PetAg.com Blog!

Check me out - I've just done an interview for the PetAg blog - leave me a comment there or "like" my interview on their Facebook page and I can win some cool stuff!

Uh, thank you very much (said in my best Elvis voice)...

Love,

Bogart

Paint Torch (with Bogart and Claes Oldenburg)

So mama told me that there was this artist - a very important artist - who would be having a big opening of his newest project, right here in Center City.  You can always count on me to attend such things as the potential for Airedmiration is HIGH.

And oh yes, the worship started early.

The artwork is Claes Oldenburg's "Paint Torch".  It's at PAFA.  And supposedly it lights up.  And supposedly the artist is going to be here.  And yes, I am a ROCKSTAR and taking attention away from the artist because no one else was smart enough to bring their Airedale along to an art opening.

Not really kidding, actually.

Oh wait, are they going to fire up this sucker?  Maybe I'll saunter over to watch.

A little education is always a good thing...

This is me AND Claes Oldenburg.  Sadly mama managed to mangle the photo a bit.  Lets try that again.

In the meantime, I managed to get a head pat and a "nice dog" from the artist.  So now I've got my semi-smug, oh yeah you wish you were me right now face on.

This was the very first moment that they lit up the top.  Kind of like firing up the Xmas tree.  Lots of cheers and excitement...

I watched from a respectable distance so as not to take anything away from the artist on his special day because everyone was paying so much attention to me.

Did you notice the paint plop at the bottom?  I did.  And speaking as someone who produces his own artful plops daily I say, GOOD JOB CLAES.

 

Love,

Bogart

No Pile Left Behind

I simply must agree.

Love,

Bogart

Shrine to Cones

OH YES.

There it was - innocently sitting outside a building in Philadelphia -  A SHRINE TO MY BELOVED PINE CONES.  Was that a tear of joy in my eye, or just something stuck in my mad scientist eyebrow that was tickling me?

TEAR OF JOY

Love,

Bogart

Here, Tiger Tiger Tiger

A spiffy tiger print new treat bag, that is!  And yes, I needed one.  See the photo below as proof:

See the crappy plastic baggie on the left?   That's what mama usually uses to carry around my treats on our daily walkies.  I always hear about plastic not degrading, but can attest to the fact that when inside mama's hip bag and carried (and refilled, naturally) at least twice a day that the plastic does indeed slowly disappear.  Which is good - scientific in a definitely un-scientific-kind-of-way - but which necessitated our finding a new treat bag.  Mama got this one on Etsy - it's apparently supposed to be for baby treats (baby humans eat duck jerky and liver crackers?  who knew?) - so it's made with all sorts of nice materials that won't poison me.  Which I suppose is just fine.  Most important for me is that it's about the same size, so mama cannot skimp on the cookies.  And she likes the kitty print, so I guess we're all happy.

Love,

Bogart

Run Wild and Free Jupie

My heart is broken.  My dear Airegirl friend Jupie has passed away.

Longtime followers of my blog know Jupie well - along with Kermit and Robin (who has also sadly left us) - as either the Mareike-Dales or more affectionately, The Mobsties.  There was nothing - NOTHING - so good as going over to Mareike's house with my dad (damnit, who also has left us) to see my Dale buddies and run around Mareike's back yard.  Occasionally visit the Good Microbrew for some beer (dad's) or some cheeseburger (most of Mareike's).  Then coming back to Mareike's back yard so that dad could give us treats (or we could just take them by conveniently ripping a hole in his jacket or pants pocket - he was such a sucker for a Dale face).

Jupie was truly the Queen of the household - I remember that girl as being able to put all of us bigger boys in our place with just a look, not even a growl was required.  She was small, but mighty, and you wouldn't want to mess with Jupie.

We love, love, love her, and tonight when I look up into the sky to see the newest Airedale-shaped star I will be thinking about my buddy Mareike, and the fun times we all had and how much I miss all of that.  I miss my most-understanding pal Kermit (mama says that you and I have to stay healthy FOR A LONG TIME, ok?), and the ones who are missing from our happy group - Robin, Jupie, and Klaus.  I hope that somehow they're all having a beer and relaxing on a deck somewhere...

And some EXTRA SPECIAL SIZE Aire Kisses to you, my dear friend Mareike, from mama and me.  WE LOVE YOU

CHICKS WITH BEARDS RULE!!!

Love,

Bogart

Stick-ebana

Most days, this is what my front door looks like.  An assorted pile of sticks that I have brought home from my daily travels.  I like it this way - if I decide to take a stick with me it is waiting for me, and if I don't then I know exactly where I left them.

But today when I returned from my walkie, my front door looked like this:

Someone - I am informed that it was the cleaning crew who periodically clean and vacuum the hallways of my building - ARRANGED my sticks.  The nerve!  Some stranger was touching my sticks - I just cannot stand for such things.  So I immediately pulled one from it's boring symmetric arrangement and the entire pile all fell back in front of my door.

JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT

Love,

Bogart