Did Someone Say Nachos?

Last night the power went out in our house - in our whole neighborhood actually - which was a little scary. It was SUPER windy, which must have disconnected something somewhere. Mama dad and I took a walk around our neighborhood to see if the whole thing was dark and it was... but the sky was gorgeous and you could see Venus and a whole bunch of stars really clearly. Or so she told me, I was just happy for a late-night walkie...

This morning the power was back on - whew! - but our street looked like this:

Stuff everywhere, lots of broken trees. But no matter, we had a job to do. Neither rain, nor snow, nor streets full of crap will stop me in my appointed rounds - to feed our about-to-be-thrown-out stuff to our goat buddies!

And yes, they LOVE it. Every single time. It never gets old to them (even tho it's old to us).

Today in addition to the usual carrots, onions, and potatoes, we cleared out the pantry a bit. Some cereal that had gone a bit stale, and then the piece de resistance... NACHO CHIPS

The goats went WACKO for the nachos... And I understand.

They were ready to jump over the fence to get more of those yumm-o chip-os.

Even the black and white one - who is normally really shy - got into the action.

Mmm... NACHOS...

Then the large horse came over for some. She got the lions share of the carrots.

OH YEAH...

No need to waste any of those bad boys... those goats had no problem sticking their entire heads inside the bag just to be sure that nothing was wasted.

Ah my friends, I SALUTE YOU

On the way home I found this sweet basketball - and it's not even deflated!

I'm taking this baby home to shoot some hoops in my backyard :)

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine

FH Steinbart

F-i-n-a-l-l-y I get to go out. Mama was working a lot this week and thus my life was less than super exciting. Today there is a brewing demo over at FH Steinbart... did somebody say beer?

I like this place. They have no problem with me coming in, and today it's a special event.

If you'll remember not too long ago, I had to give mama the Paw of Doom for not having her camera with her the last time we came here - now I shall rescind the Paw.

Checking out all the supplies, the newest stuff they have, and then laying down when mama told me to. Not one but two people came over to us and commented that I was the best behaved Airedale they'd ever seen. Yes I could hear them and decided not to bust mama on that (normally I would have either knocked something over, bit mama's thigh, or peed on something at that point) because, well, it felt good to hear that. Being around all of that beer-making stuff makes people HAPPY.

Dad was searching for some hops and some yeast, I was checking out some other things. Lookie here, right at nose level they have some local honey - who knew?

Because it was a special day and they were having some beer-making demos, they also were kind enough to bust out the barbecue. Dad went over to rustle up some fine snausage for us... the guy manning the grill is actually the Burgermeister of the local Brew Crew, we like him a lot.

Ok now lets get serious. That snausage is covered in beans and looks AWESOME.

Whaddaya think dad? Awesome or not?

Mmm... look at that look on dad's face. AWESOME-ness.

Ok dad, thanks for letting me know that OUR snausage is good. I'm ready to partake. Sure, have a little swig of your own homebrew. Then break off my piece, ok?

Um, dad... I'M WAITING...

Dad?

Oh gosh, he's taking waaaaaaay too long eating. What's with that dad? It's a snausage, meant to be inhaled...

Dad?

Mmmm.... my piece falls from the sky. Yummo.

Are you going to finish that?

ARE YOU SURE?

Excellent, I'll help ya with that. No need to waste even those beans!

I'm so eco-conscious, eh? Just doing my part...

Love,

Bogart

My Mairesterpiece

I was bored.

So I felt the need to dig a nice, big hole. About a foot deep. And under the remaining herbs in my herb garden.

Am I proud? You betcha. It's cold outside, and I AM HOT

Aw dad, don't fill it in!!! I worked HARD on that...

Are you sure you want to keep it filled in? ARE YOU SURE?

I really do think it looked better the way I had it. Look how messy it is when you worked on it dad.

My MAIRESTERPIECE - ah well, I can always make another one...

Love,

Bogart

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Those Krazy Kerry's

I can't tell ya how tickled I am these days to be watching the Kerry Blues do their thang... mama and I are really absolutely enamored of them. And THOSE BEARDS - they make me all tingly whenever I see them, especially after roaring to the top in Stanley & Stella's Beard Competition.

So I feel very honored (and did I mention tingly?) to receive this award from them.

The award states: "This blog invests and believes in PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time and relationships!" In other words, blogs that receive this award "are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."

So as always, I'm probably late to the party on this one. In the interest of spreading the love, I'm gonna try to find other dogs who haven't already received this, many apologies if you already have...

Asta (up over)

Nottie Scottie

Lorenza

Ludo

Sally & Rufus

Deetz

The G-Dales

Scruffy, Stan & Lacie

It was TOUGH to just pick 8 other dogs to send this to - I tried hard to find those of you who hadn't already received one - which is sometimes the toughest part. Mama and I read so many of your blogs all the time, so we did a lot of visiting to see, but alas, sometimes mama screws up.

So I'm just sending BIG AIRE KISSES to ALL of my dog friends to cover my butt (tuck tail first!)

Love,

Bogart

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Chez Bogart

Beard Contest... Last Minute!!!

Talk about getting in just under the wire...

For a few months now, my buddy Stanley has been at the helm of a beard-growing contest - we all had a check-in, and now it's time for all of that growth to pay off.

While I am a HUGE fan of Stanley (and of course the Stellanator), I really do not enjoy the measuring process.

I didn't make it particularly simple for mama to do.

GIMME THAT - missing opposable thumbs be damned!!!

I fully realize that the photos aren't super clear - but I'm also not claiming to have grown a helluva lot of beard. My furnishings just never have been that full and fluffy - or copious.

It might be a tiny bit longer, but I'm only gonna claim 3 LOUSY INCHES - that might even be less than when I started!!!

Centimeters... Inches... it's all Greek to me...

Love,

Bogart

To Aire is Divine