Showing posts from September, 2015

Next Top Doggel

My humans swaddled me in my favorite blanket, then hurried to snap my photo. I look away and bathe or wiggle for photos. Could I be America's Next Top Dog Model?

Fix It Herself: Greener Lighting

My house is full of light switches
And fixtures. And a hodgepodge of energy squandering bulbs. My human got super efficient can lights, which was a saga on its own. In June. 
Today she climbed up on a barstool and installed them. Finally. I helped. By noshing on my chew and not tripping her. 


The yoga mats were out and the class started online. I laid on my human, snuggling with all my might, but my human wouldn't stay.
The bath was bubbling, Modern Family was on, and there was vegan cheesecake. I gave my human my cutest stare, trying to save her from terrible water, but my human wouldn't stay. 
I laid on the unmade bed, thwarting every attempt to put on clean sheets. When things were back in place, my human FINALLY stayed.

Hot Water Doggle

Cramps! Ouch! Oof! Ugh! I am very warm and like to snuggle. You can cuddle me when and where you hurt.  

No Cats Were Harmed During the Writing of this Blog

Recently my grandfather moved closer. Hooray! This weekend he was out of town, so we fed his cats. We used to be strays, and acknowledge three categories: people, other dogs, and anyone else is food. Nacho is very sweet, but ate a wild rat like a taco. 
When we arrived after our road trip (Carapa barked at the border patrolman), the cats were herded into their rooms so we could safely be led through the house. We nearly stole cat food (aka chocolate cake for dogs). The backyard was HUGE and we happily ran around sniffing and peeing. A close eye was kept on me since I'm a notorious chainlink fence climber. 
I sampled the kitty litter while my human cleaned it up, and Nacho got into a closet containing a huge delectable bag. Bacchus caught his leash on a folded up bed frame and the closet door. The bold cat Loco kept an eye on our door, and we eagerly smelled the delicious kitty scents underneath.

Bacon Latte

We pulled up to the magic food window, and my human jokingly read the meaty breakfast options to me. I would like a bacon latte!

Who Moved My Throne?

I ran around to my usual side of the big bed, spronged, hit the side of the bed and slid off. Apparently my human was sick of me landing on her while she was asleep. My throne was moved to the foot of the bed, but I'm stuck in my routine.

Bacchus has also taken advantage of the move. He hopped up on the big bed to let our moms know it was breakfast time! They tried to train me, giving me treats when I used the new location. I should take a long time to catch on <wink>.

Destroy it Herself: I Trashed a Hotel Room (Door)

This weekend we went on a family vacation to Ft Bragg to see the sea glass.

We stopped many times to urinate in new places along the coast. When my humans dashed out to grab food for themselves (they packed our kibble), I was unhappy and did some minor damage to the already dilapidated hollow bathroom door. We glued it back together, and it looked better than when we arrived. 
We went to Noyo Dog Beach, strolled through the neighborhood, and went sea glass hunting. The International Sea Glass Museum was even pet friendly, but this sounded dangerous. The beach glass sites used to be a dump, and the ocean has ground down the glass that was once trash into treasure! Isn't nature amazing?

Fiesta Instead of a Siesta

Fiesta Island is dog paradise. The fenced in dog park is off leash 24 hours and ends at the ocean. Dogs frolic in the sea, sand, and brush. We hear there are foxtails to avoid.  
We found a rotting fish carcass. Trash cans and other dogs were sniffed. Bacchus waded for the first time. Nacho was curious about the water but ran away from the foam on the edges of the ripples, and tried to go home with strangers. Carapa was polite when she really wanted to BARK. I was off leash for the first time, and didn't run away. Bunnies hopped away happily as we left.