Griffith Park Bogie

My dad is now in Austria for a few weeks, which to me means that I have to work harder and focus all of my energies on mom – for my pawsonal gain, that is.

I have the bite-the-inner-thigh thing down (for when I want to go outside), and I am pretty expert at the tilt-the-head-to-the-side thing (for when I want to go outside). I’ve even perfected the body-slam-into-the-front-door thing (for when I want to go outside). But with dad gone, I feel like I have to do more

I must be firm. I must not let her think that she can slack off in dad’s absence. What does it matter that she works two jobs, her priorities must be firmly in place, and we must go outside… often.

Bogie in the morning

Bogie in the morning

The day started out well – a nice morning walkie in the park. For those following my poop news, today I was an absolute machine with 5 poops, all looking sausage-like. No gravy, not too soft-serve. Kinda creamy.

Griffith Park Bogie

Then for my mid-day walk mom thought we’d try to see if we could get into Griffith Park. This is the park we used to walk and hike in all the time until the gigantic fire they had not long ago.

Griffith Park Bogie

Apparently they don’t trust us because we weren’t allowed anywhere near our old parking or hiking area. So mom had to think fast…

Griffith Park Bogie

Griffith Park Bogie

Griffith Park Bogie

Griffith Park Bogie

We decided to walk along the road from the LA Zoo back through the park. Fantastic! All new terrain to sniff and leave pee-mail for other doggies. Inside the fence there were lots of people hitting little balls around, I got excited thinking I could play that game, but they all looked too serious. They were riding around in little clown cars that sounded like lawn mowers and wearing funny hats. Mom said they were “golfers” – uh, ok. They won’t let me play with their balls so what good are they to me?

Griffith Park Bogie

It was pretty darned warm, so we walked back to the car for a refreshing beverage.

Then for my final daytime walkie, we just went into the park behind my building. I saw s-o-m-e-t-h-i-n-g…

Neither mom nor I could figure out what it was but it was getting me all hot and bothered. I had to take out my nervous energy somewhere, or on someone, or on something…

Bogart Digging

Bogart Digging

Bogart Digging

Gophers!!! I was this close to bagging one today…

So dad, rest assured that I am up to the challenge of being MAN OF THE HOUSE while you’re gone.

Love,

Bogart

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3 thoughts on “Byeee Daddy-o”

  1. bogart, you look tired and thirsty!

    i was wondering bogart, why is your coat so dark and sunshade or any other airedale are not as dark as yours?

    wet wet licks

    Boo

  2. Thanks for the “poop watch” update Bogart!

    My dad has been away this week too so I know how you’re feeling.

    Glad you managed to find a way into the park, nice work.

    Licks
    Oscar x

  3. Hey Bogart,
    Darn, no catch. Maybe we can catch some of our chipmunks & mail them to you, hehehehe! We bet you would like them. You would have so much fun in our yard chasing vermin. Did you get to go for a burger afterwards???
    Luv & Wirey Hugs!
    Butchy & Snickers

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