My Life as a Mop

Until recently, I lived as a mop. I collected bits of debris wherever I went. I gathered up dried leaves, dead grass, sticky burrs, pokey juniper fronds and pine needles. My mustache trapped kibble crumbs, little chips of cheese, pieces of pretzel and stray bits of fluff. My tail was decorated with trinkets like a wind chime. I was, to put it quite simply, a quicker picker upper.

Lucky dog that I am, there is Nancy. Within a short time, she can turn me into a sleek and stylin' pooch.

Now the only thing I collect is snuggles and hugs from the humans. I love being me!

Bear on tthe Mountain

I've been hiking on Pyramid Mountain, and I have not been alone. Yes, the humans were there with their packs and water bottles and long legs. The birds were there singing spring songs and wearing their spring feathers. The trees and shrubs were in their places squeezing out droplets of green buds and some purple viloets were sprinkled in the grass. The sun was there, too, giving us warmth. In the distance were the snow covered peaks, peeking out behind the hills. I was in good company on the trail to Pyramid Mountain and did not feel alone. It is good to share the trail with others, no matter who they are!

In My View

In my view is the world

of humans

and of animals

of love and peace

and of play.

In my view are questions

about behaviour

and acceptance

about what is right

and what is next.

The world and it's questions

are mysteries to be known or unknown,

in my view, as it should be.

metube

I've put together a little instructional video for all the pups out there who are learning to fetch.

step 1 Don't fetch just any old thing. Never lower yourself to fetching socks and do not fall into the trap of the stereotypical newspaper fetch. Have some pride. Olympic mascot stuffies can now be had for a song and are great for fetch.

step 2 Begin by fetching indoors, humans are notoriously poor with their aim. There is less margin for error if you fetch down a long hallway.

step 3 Be sure to look adorable when you fetch. This includes bounding, pouncing, head shaking, ear flopping and maybe even a playful growl.

step 4 The Trap. Once you have retreived the toy, do not, I repeat, do not give it up without a fight! Humans expect it.

warm

The snow has retreated up the mountain
the cold followed along
The sun has rounded the horizon
and warm has arrived
The cloud has gathered above
and showers fall down
A new season born
through the eternal cycle

Chillin' with my sunbeam.

Two Cool

Drum roll......
spotlight.....
applause....
screaming adoring fans....

You guessed it-   CHILI HAS ARRIVED

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, so I know you are going to love this.

My pal and I stepped out for a promenade recently

I did my hair

he dressed in black and denim

He wore shades to be mysterious

I put a swagger in my step to be deboniar

we were causal

but unsmiling

urbane,

we were too cool.

snowballs

From the warm comfort of the couch, it looked lovely.
Through the secure protection of the glass window, it seemed so peaceful.
At the rustling human sounds of boots and mittens, I became alert.
The satisfying click of leash to collar electrified me!
A winter walk was imminent.

It began with a quick scamper up the snow filled driveway,
a sniff at the bushes on the corner,
a dash across the road,
the fluffy flakes settling on my fur,
my paws acclimatizing.

A world of snowbanks awaited me,
with limitless smells
all needing to be sniffed.
And the snow on my muzzle and fur turned into drips
as my paws began their collection.

At the mailbox, the trouble began.
Snowball build-up.
I sat and chewed,
I used my teeth to comb.
Satisfied, we continued to walk.

Car, car, car,
the smelly things belching and noisy
forced me off the road and into the ditch.
Snowball build-up
requiring human intervention.

And the soggy flakes hit my fur and melted,
the ground all snowy and wet.
Car, car, car
Back to the ditch.
Snowball build-up.

Over and over the snowballs were removed
only to reappear
making me regret looking out the window,
making me long for the comfort of the couch,
making me a soggy doggy.