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Of Eggs and Espionage

We gathered in the kitchen attentively, anticipating our yolk treats. 

My human had been snacking on hard boiled eggs and saving us the best part. 

Little did we know, we had a rustler among our ranks. Surprised, she noticed our suspiciously diminished pile. 

Mr Bacchus, International Dog of Mystery, had already sneaked our snacks! He then rejoined our ranks and then waited innocently for our pilfered prize.

Puppies to the Rescue!

Our uncle was in trouble! We raced to northern California to check on him. We were forced to stay in a cabin in the beautiful redwoods, because it's hard to find accommodations for our entire furry family. 

Pound for pound, shouldn't we be allowed in establishments for only two fur kids <bats long doggie eyelashes>?  

Our humans took us on a long hike to tire us out, and we napped while they visited our favorite uncle. 

On arrival, he was doing much better! They played ping pong, basketball, and did yoga together. Before we left, they found a dog-friendly steam train that went through the redwoods! 

I charmed some little girls, who dragged their mother over to sit by us. They petted me the entire hour we chugged along the tracks. 

We headed back during the eclipse, stopping for Noah's puppy bagels on our way. Happily, the world has gone to the dogs.

Your Food Must Be Tastier Than Mine

Nacho staggered around the room, panting and shaking and arching his back.

My moms gathered around him, checking out his cute little body for clues. Why was he acting so strange? 

While searching the house, they discovered a chewed up empty ziplock bag. Our bloodhound buddy Moksha had come to visit, and her food and pills were gone.

Relieved the mystery was solved, they helped him vomit while he tried to eat everything all over again. Nacho!

Thunder Hike by Mr Bacchus

We happily hiked down the red dirt path, answering pee mail left for us by other dogs. The soil glittered along the dry river bed.  We hopped over smooth stones as the orange rainbow rock formations rose above the trees, our only clue this wasn't Mars.

At the end of the trail, a short climb offered sweeping views of the canyon while someone played a flute (this is not a joke...we thought we were in The NeverEnding Story).

We hung out with our Grandpa while our moms hopped from rock to boulder.

Thunder accompanied us on the way back, and we were napping indoors before the torrential rain started. See you next time, Sedona!

Ghost Pee

"What is that smell?" the search began while I happily snored in an armpit. "Did they pee on the couch?" my moms asked in surprise and dismay, "maybe on a blanket? On one of their beds?" The quest continued. 

The sniffing around the room accelerated until the realization, "Oh no... it's Shyla..." My humans were nauseous at this point, my stench was so great. Mr Bacchus piddles on my head sometimes when I'm distracted by amazing odors in the yard. 

Suddenly, I was transported to the bathtub. 

I stood miserably while water touched me. 

Once the terribleness was over, I was wrapped in a comfy towel and finished drying in the sunshine.  

Wilds of East County

THACK! flap flap

My ears perked up.
flap flap
My humans sat up in bed.

flap flap flap

We peered toward the dark balcony. First up at the trees, and then down at a tiny, dazed, bat with pale fur and shiny little eyes. Quickly, we shut off more lights to help the terrified creature get it's bearing.

My days of walking in the canyon only on weekends have been replaced by living on the edge of one. Multiple times a day we rush around sniffing the pee mail left for us by gophers, coyotes, and king snakes. Birds chatter and soar overhead. Our flowered tree is trying to single-handedly save the world's bees.

The next day, the Mexican free-tailed bat had returned home. Project Wildlife happily accepted our cupcakes anyway.


Brightly colored parrotfish darted through schools of yellow tang, while pairs of butterflyfish lazily grazed. Agile Moorish idols, a fish notoriously difficult to keep in captivity, flitted around. A trumpetfish slowly marched by, its long body a surprising delight. Red slate pencil urchins dotted the reef, pocked with pale rock-boring urchins and a single crown-of-thorns sea star.

They kept a respectful distance from an undulating freckled snake eel, and followed some little spotted pufferfish home. A lizardfish skulked by, and two flounder slid camouflagingly along the sea floor. Among the rocks, three green sea turtles munched on algae, oblivious to the cuteness they were causing.

Out in the deep, a pod of spinner dolphins surrounded my honored people.

Meanwhile I snoozed, dry and relatively mosquito-free, in my auntie's arms on the mainland. I miss my humans, but sometimes they need to return to the sea. I suspect they're part mermaid.