Lovin' for Miss Sunshade

My first (and best) Aire-girl-friend, Miss Sunshade needs us! She has been through a LOT lately, and we are all banding together to give back to her!
A Fundrazr has been set up to help with her medical bills – I just KNOW that you all have seen Sunshade and would want to help!









To donate to Sunshade’s Sunshine Fund:
https://fundrazr.com/campaigns/aKLR1
Love and BIG AIRE KISSES

Bogart

Early Morning Artwork

During today's 5AM walkie, we came across this:

It wasn't there yesterday.  I went in for a closeup look-sie.  From far away, it made no sense.  Even up close it makes no sense.

Love,

Bogart

Mama and Me

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

Love,

Bogart

Oh, Ricky

It's been awhile since I've seen this pretty Airegirl in the 'hood, but I'd know that fine butt anywhere (she still smells AWESOME) - it's Ricky!

Excuse me, we have a little catching up to do.  You know, important Dale stuff.  Starting with exactly how good her butt smells...

Love,

Bogart

Gotta Go, Gotta Go, Gotta Go Right Now

Oh mama, there is no need to be depressed!  LETS GO OUTSIDE

I know that things have been really hard lately, and that you're not feeling up to par.  And that you've been working too damn much.  And that you aren't super healthy.  And that you feel kind of crappy all of the time.  But wait, I've got an idea - LETS GO FOR A WALK

Some days just sitting around in your jammies is all you can muster.  I understand, really I do.  We all have times when life kicks us in the behind (fuzzy or otherwise), and we want to hide from the world.  But you know what I like to do when that happens to me?  That's right - GO FOR A WALK.

You are an awesome mama.  I couldn't ask for anything more.  And at this point I have you reasonably well trained.  The kitties love ya, and boy do I love ya.  We all miss dad, and we all think you're the cats meow (especially the kitties).  You can be depressed later - get out of those jammies and LETS GO FOR A WALK

Love,
Bogart

Sunny in Philadelphia

It's been a little warm here in Philly these days... even for The Most Interesting Dog in the World.

But that doesn't stop me from taking long evening walkies with mama, even if I'm tired or thirsty.

Definitely a little thirsty at this point in the walkie, it's a good thing that mama brings along a tasty beverage for me.

Liquid goes in... liquid comes out.

 

Exploration is necessary, all of the new smells are FASCINATING.

What?  Exactly why do you need me right now mama?  There are some brand new smells over here.

Oh crap.  Does that mean modeling?  Damn.

Alright.  Modeling.  Majestic pose.

Majestic thirsty pose.

Oh this stinks.  I'm not in the mood for modeling.

Can you tell that I'm just not feeling it today?  I've got the "just take my damn picture" look in my eyes.

It's not that simple to bust out majestic posing on a daily basis.  It's not something that I can completely control.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

And sometimes there are just far more interesting things than your mama trying to take pictures of you.

Many times they are behind me.  Mama, what do I have to do to get off of this posing rock and check it out?

BAM!  Posing Perfection.  That'll work, right?

I think I've done my best work for the day.  My work here is done.

Stay thirsty, my friends.

Love,

Bogart

Schuylkill Stickwork

Oh mighty Schuylkill River... you try to steal my fantastic sticks, but I cannot let this happen.

I shall rescue this one from your water-y clutches...

And drag it back safely to shore...

Into as much mud as possible...

OH YEAH.  I have saved this stick from a life of wandering along the currents, and gotten myself as muddy as possible.  WIN WIN

Love,

Bogart

Up Chuck

So say that your mama has been sitting around, drinking too much wine.  But she's cheap - and only buys the three-buck-Chuck from Trader Joe's.  And she likes to reuse and/or recycle stuff.  And she lives in an apartment.  And she likes flowers.  (Ok, this is how we know that I'm not talking about my mama - flowers aren't her thing, and if you saw her trying to grow flowers they wouldn't be nearly as colorful - they'd be hanging on for dear life).

Someone has a pretty cool sensibility, however.   Proper re-use, indeed.

Take that old Charles Shaw bottle, add it to some sort of ground-plug-thing-y, and voila - cheapo automatic flower water-er.

If we grew stuff, we'd do this.  But we don't.  And that's better for plants everywhere.  We like to eat 'em, not so much to grow 'em.  But if you need any help emptying those bottles...

Love,

Bogart

The Sparkle Heart

What's this?  A sparkly dog cookie?  How can this be?

See it's sparkl-y-ness...

Lets see just how delicious sparkles can be, shall we?  Mama tried to warn me that sometimes the sparkly decorations aren't that tasty (apparently she knows this from previous experience), but I'm willing to sacrifice my taste buds in the name of science (well, in the name of snacks).

Hm.  One bite isn't enough to make a proper decision.  I should have one more.

Rolling it around on my tongue, swishing it around on the floor.  No - still not sure.

This is important research that I am conducting here in my room.  Perhaps one more bite, you know, so that I can be sure...

Yeah, it's yummy.  Sparkles and all.  You can just leave that here mama, experiment over!

Love,

Bogart

Along the Mighty Schuylkill

A damn fine day for a long walkie.  We haven't made it down to the Schuylkill for a long time - well, to be fair it has been cold and winter and all - but today with the sun shining and mama not at work, here we are.

There is a lovely trail for walkers, bikers, and dogs.  Lots of places to picnic and just sit and watch the water go by.

 

Stump at full mast - I like it here!

Next time I'll have mama bring a blanket or something to sit on - not that I am ever in the mood to relax during a walkie (no matter how she tries to convince me).  I tend to prefer to plop down whenever the mood strikes - on the sidewalk, just before crossing a major intersection - you know, the moment that tired-ness strikes.  Also, I wouldn't mind more company (mama thinks so too).

Oh great and mighty Schuylkill, WE WILL BE BACK

Love,

Bogart