Happy Mother’s Day to all of the dog and cat mama’s out there!
And don’t forget to give your mama an extra smooch today (they LOVE that)
Love,
Bogart
May12th
May11th
Heat. And humidity. Damn, it’s getting warm again here in Philadelphia. Not sure how I’m going to get through another summer in the city. After a stroll around Rittenhouse Square Park for the art fair, I may just pull up some nice, cool concrete and wait to cross the street until that light turns green.
Uh oh. Mama has THAT look in her eye. Like she’s up to something. Something potentially really annoying.
HAIRECUT!
I’ve gotta admit that this is kind of cool. Literally and figuratively. It took forever – I wouldn’t let mama use the spiffy, expensive clippers that she bought and insisted that she do the entire thing by hand. With doggie safety scissors. Yes she has blisters on her fingers, but I think you will agree that IT WAS ALL WORTH IT.
Love,
Bogart
March30th
March29th
Some days you’ve just gotta take the wheel.
When your mama isn’t walking fast enough, and you smell something important, GRAB THE WHEEL
And if you see geese – GO GET ‘EM
Geese are tasty. Their poop is wonderful. You probably won’t catch ‘em, but it’s worth a shot.
We can’t win ‘em all, or catch all of the tasty birds that fly tantalizingly in front of us. Sometimes you have to improvise.
Come closer, my goose and duck friends. I’M NOT GONNA HURT YOU (ok, I plan to eat you)
No need to go home empty-handed. I wasn’t in the mood for fowl anyway.
Tasty and satisfying. And it doesn’t try to fly away while I am chomping. Kind of wonderful.
Don’t anybody try to muscle in on my stick territory – I worked HARD for that fine stick, it’s MINE!
Love,
Bogart
February24th
Finally… a slogan that I can fully get behind.
We should all take a few moments out of our busy day, every day, during every walkie, to stop and smell EVERYTHING. This has always been my philosophy. There is no better way to get to know your surroundings, who’s doing what (and where), than this.
So go out today and SMELL EVERYTHING
You’re welcome, fellow doggies.
Love,
Bogart
February11th
A boy has to do what a boy has to do.

In the name of all that is holy (cookies), I interrupt this regularly-scheduled walkie to let you know mama that I need a cookie now.
Oh come on – who are you kidding? I know that you have cookies in those giant pockets of yours. Every day you pack my tiger bag full of delicious morsels of happiness. Why would today be any different?

Ok, this is getting real. GIMME COOKIES
Ok, you leave me no choice. Lemme look around to see if anyone will witness this.
That’s it – I’M GOIN’ IN. Knocking you down mama, taking what is rightfully mine (and really, who else is going to eat ‘em?)…
Yes, I suppose it’s a good thing that I’m cute. And really strong. Because I get to knock you down in the middle of the street, steal cookies, and you’re still smiling.
We make a fine team, and I’m not ashamed to show you how much I love you mama, even in the middle of the street.
Partners in crime, yessiree, that’s what we are. Don’t worry mama, I’m the only one who gets to knock you down! Oh, and thanks for the cookies, that hit the spot.
Love,
Bogart
February9th
Geez. The humans were so upset about a storm that was supposed to dump feet of snow here in Philadelphia – um, no.
The winds, did however bring down a LOT of tasty sticks. For which I am grateful.
GIMME GIMME GIMME
Stick after stick after stick, getting in my jumping practice as well as perfectly my eagle eye.
Nothing can break my laser-like focus, the direct trajectory that I calculate from the ground up to that tasty stick…
Heading directly for it, grasping it in my mighty jaws, nothing else exists…
Well, HELLO BEAUTIFUL
Love,
Bogart
February3rd
Not just everyone can sport such a fine snow beard.
You have to start with a fine beard. Years of growth. Layers of previous goodness.
Then just go for it. Stick that snout into the first snow drift that you see.
And own it – own that snow beard. Wear it loud, and wear it proud!
Love,
Bogart
January22nd
Well, I DO love cheese. And mama has been known to burn a mean mac-and-cheese dinner at times. So I must approach with caution.
For Your Safety, Please Do Not Climb on the Big Noodle Sculpture. Hm.
What do you think, mama? Should I go for it?
I wanna. I really, really wanna. Scale the noodle mountain. But then again, I imagine that it is as slippery as the real thing, so perhaps it’s not such a great idea. Ah well. I still do love it.
Love,
Bogart
November29th