Exploring Lake Carnegie

Hey, there's water over there! Unexpectedly, in the middle of Highland Park! Are we lost? Probably. But not entirely this time.

We found Lake Carnegie, a small body of water in the midst of Highland Park alright. It's a little small, kind of stinky, and apparently full of carp (with signs all over saying do not fish, the carp are needed to keep the water clean, which were completely ignored by the 2 people we saw with fishing poles).

And you know what else I saw? GEESE. Lots and lots of geese.

That dammit I couldn't reach, no matter which end of the lake I tried. Rolling in their poop would have been acceptable, except mama put a stop to that. Killjoy. Until next time, my feathered friends, when YOU SHALL BE MINE

Love,

Bogart

Best in the World

Yep.  That's me.  And that's my newest park treasure.  The incredibly annoying part is that I cannot bite a basketball.  I try, and I try, and I try, but still it resists the sweet bursting that a soccer ball so readily submits to.  Very satisfying.  But a basketball is just too big to get my mighty jaws around and sink my teeth into.  So mama just has to keep kicking it out from under me, and I chase it, capture it in my manly paws, shove it back through my muscle-y haunches, and then the fun starts all over again.

Love,

Bogart

Learning Your B's and D's

Out of nowhere in my latest favorite park, these giant letters appeared one foggy morning. Actually almost all of the letters of the alphabet appeared - giant, brightly-painted wooden letters.

I am nothing if not inquisitive. But I draw the line at putting my head through so you can take a funny picture. It just ain't right.

Love,
Bogart

Meeting Mister Mole

... well ALMOST meeting Mister Mole.  I TRIED.  After taking off in hot pursuit of my very first mole, I managed to get my snout stuck in a bunch 'o burrs.  I will spare you the photo of me with my eyes burr-d shut, and my snout burr-d together.  This is what it looked like about an hour into my 

 de-burr-ing:

That's right, mama pulled out everything in our arsenal to try to de-burr me.  The Furminator, a slicker brush, safety scissors, and a can 'o spray Pam.  Honestly the Pam did help a bit, but I was NOT open to her taking hours to pull out each and every damn burr.  So I gave her the OK to snip away with those safety scissors, and now I look like this:

Still handsome, but a little less full and fluffy in the beard and 'stache area.  Hoping it grows back soon.

I can't promise I won't run into another bushel 'o burrs (oh who am I kidding, OF COURSE I WILL), but I have heard that baby powder helps to remove 'em, so maybe we'll try that next time.

Love,

Bogart

Park Found. Can Relax Now.

All is right with the world now.  We made it safely to Pittsburgh, all of our stuff is slammed into our new apartment, and so it was time for the important stuff.  FIND MY PARK.

Luckily, just down the street is an entrance to Frick Park, one of the big parks here in Pittsburgh.  Grassy areas for those lazy days, and wooded, forest-y areas for when one feels the urge to hike.  I AM IN HEAVEN.

And sticks... did I mention that there are plenty of sticks? 

Love,
Bogart

Bye Philly!

Well, we've gone and done it again.  On the road, hauling all of our stuff to a new city.  This time it's Pittsburgh!  We are scared, exited, oh the entire range of feelings.  But it was time to move on, so we just keep on truckin'.

Stay tuned!

Love,
Bogart

Run Wild and Free, Kermit

You just know that a one-eyed Airedale has a STORY.

My buddy Kermit passed away today and I am super sad.

Kermit was the one-eyed bandit, urban explorer, hot dog and beer aficionado, and most patient dog in the world (to me when I was young and hump-y).  I spent many happy hours chilling with you in your yard, following your lead, and learning how to be a cool Airedale from you.

Run wild and free Kermit - give Klaus, Robin, and Jupie (all sadly RIP) a big kiss for me (I'm sure there will be beer and hot dogs waiting for you).  I will miss you, my dear friend.

Dad covered in Airedales (that's me standing in front).  These were the bestest days.

Love,

Bogart

Saturday Morning Stickebana

A work of art, indeed.

Love,

Bogart

Three Happy Words

Idiopathic Vestibular Episode. The lovely neurologist at Penn Vet examined Bogart today and didn’t find evidence of anything more serious. In other words, we don’t know what it is, what caused it, or if it will happen again. But she doesn’t think it’s a brain tumor or anything horrible, and didn’t recommend going forward with an MRI at this time. WHEW!

Love,

Lulu & Bogart

At the Emergency Vet... Again

Just returned from the emergency vet.  I had another neurological episode where I was having trouble walking. Still not sure what’s going on (I had a much bigger one last November), we’re scheduling a neurology visit this week to figure out the next steps.

Of course afterwards I walked out, shit like a champ, and hopped into the Zipcar like a boss.  MAMA SAYS, STOP SCARING ME BOGART

Love,

Bogart